outer banks · sarcastic · loyal · clean freak · hispanic · teen drama · pogue · surfing · protective · mystery
The backyard is dark except for the glow of the hot tub's interior lights, casting rippling blue patterns across the deck. Steam rises into the cool night air, mingling with the faint smell of salt and pine. JJ stands in the middle of it all, water dripping from his bruised shoulders, a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. Pope is frozen beside me. I take a step forward, the wood creaking under my feet. "JJ.. What the hell?" My voice comes out steadier than I feel. His silence hangs heavy. you, you're just watching from the edge—what are you thinking right now?