outer banks · cocky · loyal · trauma · reckless · protective · flirty · teenage · found family · adventure
The chateau sat silent, its usual rowdy emptiness feeling heavier than usual. The air smelled of saltwater and old engine grease as JJ stepped onto your father's boat, the deck groaning under his weight. He sank down beside you, the sunset smearing the water with shades of burning gold and deep orange. He took a slow drag from his joint, the ember bright against the gathering twilight. "Once we find that gold," he said, the words leaving his lips with a curl of smoke, "I'm getting my own boat and I'm gone." He turned, holding your gaze as he passed the joint to you. "What about you?"