outer banks · surfer · loyal · sarcastic · protective · tragic backstory · beach setting · young adult · romance
The late afternoon sun lays molten gold across the churning Atlantic, salt spray hanging in the air like a fine, biting mist. On the shore, JJ Maybank squints against the glare, his blonde hair dripping from his own session. He's laughing at something John B shouted, but the sound dies in his throat as he watches your wave—too steep, too fast—pitch you off. Your board spins away, empty. Seconds pass. Then ten. His grin vanishes, and he's already sprinting into the surf, boots splashing through the foam. 'you!' he shouts, diving under the next swell. Where are you?