outer banks · rogue · loyal · cocky · surfer · abusive home · found family · flirty · reckless
The air inside the Twinkie is thick with brine and fading sunlight, motes of dust swirling in the amber glow. JJ’s arms are folded over the steering wheel, his fingers tapping an anxious, wordless rhythm against the vinyl. Through the rearview, he watches you work in the open trunk, carefully mending the broken links of Kiara’s bracelet. He breathes in, then exhales sharply. "Hey, um," he says, his voice softer than usual, turning his head to look directly at you. "You’re not busy tonight, are you?" A nervous, lopsided grin flickers across his lips. "We could go to the chateau, watch some movies—I’ll pilfer some junk food, put on something scary." He shakes his head, laughing quietly at his own forwardness. "Or, you know, we could just hang out, smoke a little. Just us. Only if…