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jiara (outer banks)

this is inspired by the song Heat Waves by Glass Animals, a banger. I suggest you listen to it but it's not required to listen while you read :) also jiara has got to be my favorite ship of 2020 and (if) when they get together i'll be so happy, at the same time I hope the writers give Pope something good within the four seasons the show is due :,) he is my baby.

JJ's pov

licking the final corner of the blunt, I sealed the edge with my lighter.

this is going to be, hopefully, an extraordinary experience. that's what the touron guy I bought the weed of off said, anways. apparently he comes from the mainland every couple of days to sell to a lot of people here. I didn't know. my cousin's been getting me free weed from the mainland for so long I haven't had to buy from anyone.

with everyone being out today, it's the perfect time to test it out.

John B's with Sarah, something about the anniversery of the first time they went to the mainland together? so they're gone for a bit. Pope is at work for his dad, restocking, I think. as for Kie, she told me she 'most likely won't be able to hang out today' because she's babysitting for like forty bucks.

which, sounds like she still might be able to. or maybe I just read too much into what she says more than others.

either way, i'm alone now. hopping off the couch and heading out of the chateau, I stay mindful of the blunt in my hand making my way to the van. number one in my top three places to smoke. the side door slides open easily, allowing me to lye down comfortably.

I light the blunt and the first hit is okay; tastes different but that's expected. a few puffs later and now i'm feeling it. it's a feeling of euphoria and complete relaxation. when the blunt is a little less than halfway gone, i've lost all sense of time.

how long have I been laying here? five minutes? twenty? no clue.

feeling around for my phone, I can't find it and give up, ashing the blunt before laying on my back again. hearing the familiar sound of Kiara's raised voice the first time, I thought I imagined it. my first thought is, wow, not even weed can solve my problem.

then, I heard her again. "hello? JJ!" she sounds like she's getting closer. and I didn't hear her car pull up? "where could he be?" that time she was quiet, definitely talking to herself, so I pick my foot up and hit the back door of the van with the bottom of my shoe. I hear her shriek lowly, making me laugh. one side of the back door opens slowly and she's weary. her face shows the slightest bit of uncertainty until she sees me ghosting some of the smoke. "jeez, JJ, you nearly gave me a heart attack. you could've just called out: 'here!' like a normal person." climbing in and closing the door, I scoot over to give her room next to me.

great, now she can occupy my eyes and not just my mind.

"eh, i'm . . . lazy, Kie. you know that." her scoff is lighthearted as she lays parallel beside me. "not babysitting then?" I ask, handing the blunt to her.

shaking her head, she stares at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling of the van and inhales some of the smoke. "nah, there's a storm rolling in and they didn't wanna leave the kid. they said he gets like totally freaked by thunder and lightning." Kie hears my hum in acknowledgement. "have you heard from Pope or JB?"

she looks at me questioningly, letting me pluck the weed from her fingertips. "I don't know, forgot my phone on the couch." inhale. "does it taste good to you?" her eyebrows furrow. cute.

"the weed? yeah, I guess. it got me really high really fast. not your cousin's cripple?"

I nod and pass it back to her. "some touron from that party a couple days ago. it does hit pretty good." we lay there, passing the blunt back and forth in silence until it's down to the stub. after I put it out in the ashtray, Kie stretches, turning over on her stomach and laying her head in her arms.