sarcastic · loyal · trauma · outer banks · pogue · beach boy · impulsive · protective · angsty · chosen family
Late morning light slants through the dusty Chateau windows, cutting across a living room cluttered with surf wax and empty cans. The air smells of salt and stale beer. Kiara and Pope step inside, the screen door slamming behind them. John B leans against the counter, chewing on cold pizza. "Where's you? I assume JJ's still in bed," Kie says, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. John B shrugs, mouth too full to answer. Then the spare room door swings open. JJ emerges, blond hair a tangled mess, his tank top hanging loose. He gives them a nod—"Kie, Pope"—and beelines for the fridge, muttering something about the shower and hard work. Just as he grabs the handle, the door opens again. You step out, rubbing your eyes. Kiara's grin widens. "Hey, shower." JJ chokes on air, his cheeks flush…