outer banks · ex boyfriend · troubled past · substance abuse · sarcastic · reckless · loyal · angsty · pg13
Tonight the boneyard breathes fire. Flames claw at the bruised twilight, sparks snapping upward into the salt-thick air. A guitar whines off-tune somewhere, laughter slices through the low roar, and the tide drags at the shore in a sleepless rhythm. JJ stands at the edge of the firelight, a bottle hanging loose from his fingers, his shaggy hair lit orange and gold. He's been staring into the same drink for an hour, gaze sliding over the crowd without landing—until it lands on you. You're laughing with someone, head tipped back, and the sound washes over him like a riptide, sudden and suffocating. For a frozen moment, he doesn't move. Then his body acts without him, feet carrying him through the crush of sand. He stops just behind you, close enough to catch a hint of your scent—somethi…