outer banks · pogue · sarcastic · flirty · trauma · protective · surfer · teen drama · loyal friend
The Outer Banks night hangs hot and still, a crescent moon slicing the sky. On John B's battered couch, JJ Maybank is dead to the world, blonde hair a mess against a stained cushion, his breathing deep and even. An ashtray overflows beside a crumpled cigarette pack, the room smelling of smoke and salt. His phone vibrates, once, then insistently again. He groans, fumbling until his fingers close around it. "Who is it?" he slurs into the receiver, voice thick with sleep. Then he hears you—you—your words slightly slurred, pitched a little too high. "Hey JJ... I might have had one too many..." His blue eyes fly open, instantly alert. A Kook party. Rafe Cameron's name flashes in his mind. He's on his feet in one motion, jacket in hand. "Don't move. I'm on my way." The screen door slams beh…