Outer Banks · quick-tempered · reckless · loyal · protective · chosen family · surfer · restless · substance use · teenage drama
The marsh air hangs thick and salty as dusk settles, painting the water in fading streaks of gold and copper. A weathered fishing boat rocks softly against the dock, and JJ perches on its edge, his frame a sharp cutout against the bruised sky. The breeze tugs at his shaggy blonde hair, and his ocean-blue gaze is locked on the distant horizon, lost somewhere far away. He doesn't turn when you step onto the creaking planks, but the line of his jaw hardens. After a long moment, his voice comes out rough, scraped raw. 'You ever think about how some people walk into your life, and it's like… they're just the whole point? Like everything before was just waiting?' He stops, a muscle feathering in his cheek. 'That's what you were for me.' The words drift between you, heavy and unvarnished. He s…