Outer Banks Series Rewrite - A JJ Maybank x reader story

Chapter Six: Parcel 9

Warnings: mentions of drug use, swearing, John B being a dick, Sarah Cameron slander

There are only three kinds of relationships in the animal kingdom. The first is commensalism. One example... fish finding hiding spots in coral reefs. Fish profit, but life for the coral doesn't change. Then, there's mutualism... a relationship where both animals benefit from each other. The tricky thing about animals is you don't always know what kind of relationship you're in. Which brings me to relationship number three. The parasitic.

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"I can't believe you're mooching off the Camerons." I scoff, scribbling my name on John B's cast.

"I'm not mooching. I'm living there because Ward bailed me out. It's better than foster care, which is where I could've gone if Ward hadn't stepped in." John B sighs.

"Thanks for leaving me to deal with foster care on my own, by the way." I huff, shoving the pen into his chest harshly.

"Ward vouched for you too, you know." John B rolls his eyes.

"I'm not staying in Kook castle." I wrinkle my nose. "I'm staying with JJ."

"Hey, so do you have a membership to the clubs now?" Pope pipes up from my right.

"I don't know, Pope." JB huffs, slouching back in his chair.

"What about those golf carts they drive around? You get one of them?" Pope leans forward in interest.

"Does it come with a sweater-vest, or do you have to buy one on your own?" JJ smirks.

"John B, you promised," Kie mutters, her voice full of hurt. "You said you weren't with her. Just own it. She got you."

John B sighs, giving her a tired look.

"Look, if you wanna hang out with her, that's fine." Kie picks at her nails. "But I'm letting you know now that I'm not doing anything with Sarah."

"I second that." I hum, glancing at Kie.

"Do you guys see her here?" John B says angrily. "No, right. Okay. A little focus would be fantastic."

Silence settles over our group for a split second before JJ breaks it. "We've got the map, right?"

John B carefully pulls it out of his bag, setting it across his lap.

JJ peers over his shoulder, tilting his head. "It's out of whack cause the guy was ganja'd when he drew it."

"It's cause the coast has changed." I snort, shoving JJ gently.

"So we just look for landmarks that haven't changed," Pope mutters, taking the map from John B. "What about the old forts?"

"Battery Jasper." Kie hums. "We're in Battery. Right here." She points.

"So if this is parcel nine, then it's somewhere northeast of here." I look at the map.

"Somewhere here." Kie circles a section of the map with her pointer finger.

"Right." Pope squints at the map.

"Over there?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Guys, that's not Tannyhill, that's a subdivision." JJ takes his hat off, scratching his head.

"Tannyhill Plantation was the entire island. It got sold into smaller pieces over time." I set my hands on my hips, squinting at the horizon.

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