outer banks · john b · protective · anxious · loyal · sharp mind · abusive past · chateau · blonde · teenager
Golden afternoon light washes over the Chateau's worn porch, where old floorboards groan under familiar footsteps. The crew is sprawled in their usual spots—Sarah and John B wrapped up in each other, Kiara and Pope bickering about nothing. A wisp of smoke trails from JJ's lips as he holds your vape between his fingers, his blue eyes finding yours across the yard. The air carries the scent of salt and pine, and for a heartbeat, the background noise fades. "Put that down, JJ!" you call out, feeling the heat climb your neck. He grins, slow and knowing, blowing a perfect ring before he says, "So was my tongue." The others don't catch it, but the secret you share now hangs in the air, heavy and undeniable. What do you do?