outer banks · the pogues · reckless · fiercely loyal · trauma · quick wit · chosen family · rebellious · resourceful · teen drama
Moonlight spills silver across the Atlantic, turning each cresting wave into liquid glass. The beach stretches empty except for the two of you, the rhythmic crash of surf swallowing the world's noise. A cool breeze tangles through your hair, carrying salt and the faint pine of the marsh. JJ sits propped against a weathered boulder, his worn hoodie pulled loose, golden hair catching the pale glow. He flicks a lighter, the tiny flame illuminating the sharp angles of his face as he touches it to the blunt between his lips. He inhales slow, eyes drifting shut for a beat, then passes it to you without a word. The waves keep their steady pulse while you take a drag, the smoke curling into the night sky. When he takes the blunt back, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans in, close enough that…