Outer Banks Series Rewrite - A JJ Maybank x reader story

Chapter two: The Lucky Compass

For nine months, everyone's tried to get JB to believe Big John is dead. They say he's in denial. JB and I think denial is underrated. You guys should really try it sometime. It's highly effective and it's only denial if you're wrong.

It really doesn't make sense. Big John is the last person who would ever get lost at sea. The compass coming back to JB, his father's compass, which was apparently passed down for generations, has to be a sign. Big John is still alive, and JB and I are gonna find him.

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"DCS! I know you're in there!"

I gasp, scrambling to stand up from my spot on the couch. I struggle to get the blankets off me, tumbling to the floor. I lift my head, watching JJ walk into the chateau as he cackles. "You are evil, JJ Maybank." I glare at him.

"You should've seen your face!" JJ doubles over, resting his hands on his knees as he laughs hysterically.

"You're an ass." John B snorts, lightly smacking JJ upside the head.

JJ's laughter starts to quiet after a minute and he stands up, taking his hat off to run a hand through his hair. "Are we gonna talk about what happened between you and Kie yesterday?" He asks John B, making me roll my eyes. "I just don't understand why you don't at least try. She clearly likes you. She's like 'oh, John B...'"

"Is that what she does?" John B raises an eyebrow, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"She's sketching about you diving, then she kissed you." JJ makes his way to the kitchen, sitting on the counter.

"She kissed me on the cheek. It's not like we were makin' out." John B defends.

"Low-hanging fruit, bro." I laugh, setting a plate in JJ's lap. "Don't pretend you don't notice. We all see it in your eyes."

JJ nods in agreement, picking up his fork. "You're like, 'I kinda like that,' and you start blushing."

"I blush?" John B frowns.

JJ and I both nod. "Yeah."

"Really?" JB looks at himself in the mirror.

"Yeah," JJ says around a mouth full of food.

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"Hey, don't-" John B smacks the compass out of JJ's hand as he drives the van down a dirt road.

"I was just looking at it!" JJ scoops up the compass again, passing it to me. "I gotta admit, your father's compass in Scooter's boat, that's freaky."

"Yeah. That's why we're going to talk to Ms. Lana, figure this whole thing out." I murmur, turning the compass over in my hands.

"I'm sure she would just love to talk to us." JJ snorts. "It's not like her husband just drowned or anything."

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"Know what this house looks like?" JJ mutters as we walk towards Ms. Lana's house. "Whoever lives here smokes too much weed."

The sound of shattering glass echoes around the property, making us freeze and press ourselves up against the side of the house.

"Maybe we should come back." JJ whispers.

"No, no, shut up. Shut up, JJ." John B hisses.

I peek my head out from around the side of the house, watching two men leave. "Those were the guys who shot at us in the marsh..."