Multi-Fandom Imagines :)

jj maybank (outer banks)

warnings: brief mention of sexual harassment and violence

Pope's pov

I take a sip of the soda i'm drinking and try to focus on the music flowing through the chateau. in the living room with me is Sarah, who is waiting for her boyfriend to come back from his kitchen with beers for the two of them.

Kie is still at The Wreck with about fifteen minutes left of her shift. lucky her. I think to myself sarcastically.

all the while, y/n and JJ are on the porch. bickering, as usual. from my seat on John B's couch, I can hear the faux insults and childish remarks being thrown back and forth. thankfully, after years of having to listen to their petty arguments I like to think i've become good at drowning them out when they get like this.

apparently, even after John B turned up the music like I asked, Sarah can still hear them too. Judging by her sigh, she's fed up with their constant fighting too, and she's only been hanging out with the pogue's for a couple of months!

"God, i'm beginning to think that they'll never stop arguing. like ever." she groans and tosses her head back. "how do you deal with them?"

I laugh. "we don't, and they don't stop. unless they're asleep or a football field's length away from each other." which is hard to come by. them being away from each other for long, I mean. "they're like . . . conflicted magnets. from the way they act it seems like they would want anything but to be near each other. but someway or another if you see one, you see the other." Sarah's eyebrows pinched in confusion, but she didn't respond to my explanation until she looked like an amazing thought had passed through her mind.

sitting up quickly, she clapped once. "i've got it! why don't we strand them on a boat in the marsh together, like you guys did to me and Kie? it worked out for us." at that moment John B walked in with two opened beer bottles and handed one to her.

"strand who in the marsh?" he asked, sitting down beside her and laying his arm along the back of the couch behind her.

before the familiar conversation could start I turn around and shut the window that faces the porch, specifically so y/n and JJ wouldn't hear. I turn back to the couple and look pointedly at John B. "those two." his mouth drops open and not even a second later he's cackling and shaking his head.

Sarah looks at us both with confused eyes again. me, probably because I could've just shut the window earlier to lower their voices and John B because she simply doesn't know why that idea was thrown out the window ages ago.

when his laugher died down John B let out a deep breath. "sorry, its just . . . stranding them in a rather unoccupied area all night most likely won't get them anywhere."

"but me and Kie-" she tried to defend her case.

I interrupt. "-were not in the same situation that y/n and JJ are."

her boyfriend laughs again with a small sigh at the end. "wow, I hope not." he said, and took a gulp of his beer.

"what do you mean you 'hope not'?" John B and I share a look. this just gets her asking more questions. "what? did they date or something? it must've been one hell of a breakup . . . but then why are they always together? I don't know of a lot of ex's that hang out as often as they do, however, I do know a lot of ex's that argue like that." when Sarah brings her bottle to her lips we know she's waiting for a reply.

running a hand through his hair, John B sighs. "JJ and y/n are, to put it simply, idiots." she raises her eyebrows. "they'd rather bicker twenty-four-seven then admit for even just a second that they're attracted to each other, and at the very least into each other." he shrugs at the sight of his girlfriend's unreadable—at least to me—face.