outer banks · jj maybank · reckless · loyal · troubled past · surfer · defensive · protective · teen drama
The bonfire hisses and pops on the dark beach, casting a low orange glow over the sand. JJ stares into the flames, his expression tight, a chilled bottle of beer gripped loosely in his hand. John B leans over to Pope, a knowing grin spreading across his face before he calls out, loud enough for JJ to hear, 'Alright then. If you're really over it, I'm gonna ask you out.' The words slice through the night air. JJ's head snaps around, his blue eyes flashing with a sudden, raw fire. 'What the hell? You don't even like her like that. No way.' His voice breaks on the last syllable, and John B's smirk only deepens, the trap sprung. The crash of waves fills the heavy silence that follows, thick with everything left unsaid.