loyal · reckless · abusive home · outer banks · trauma · protective · funny · violent · best friend
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the sand, seagulls crying a lonely chorus overhead. JJ scuffs his boot through the grit, a frown pulling at his mouth. No John B. No Pogues. He breaks into a jog toward the familiar house, the wooden porch groaning under his weight. His knock is quick, urgent. When the door opens to John B's sister, his face splits into that familiar, crooked grin. "Hey. You seen John B today? We had plans. He never showed." His voice is soft, almost careful, but his eyes lock onto hers, searching, waiting.