Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Cross Road.

(A/N: .... eeeeeeeeeeee, also i bought even more JJ stickers the other day im so excited.)

John B strolled up the beach in Charleston. Y/N and Sarah sat on the boat, Y/N chucked John B the anchor. He chucked it down, a sharp spike pierced the sand as John B kicked it in.
He then jogged over to help Sarah and Y/N down from the boat.
Y/N felt bad. Like really bad. Like 'every step made her want to cry' bad.
"Okay ready?" John B asked Y/N as he scooped her up, Y/N nodded, and he slowly brought her down from the boat. Feeling the ground on her feet made her whimper. Y/N reached up behind her as John B carried her down, grabbing two red empty jerry cans along the way.
"Here." She handed them to him.
"Thanks," John B took the cans and smiled at her, "Okay so here's the plan. We're gonna get some gas, find a phone, and get out of here. Okay?"
Y/N nodded quietly, limping behind them.
"How are we gunna pay for the gas?" Sarah asked, revealing a hole in the plan. A rather obvious one.
"Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out." He quickly replied.
Y/N chuckled.
"What?" John B turned to look at her.
"Steal some gas then?" She asked, half smiling half wincing.
"...Yeah."

Kie, Pope and JJ were driving along the big, rich seaside houses in Charleston. Their beaten up, but working, truck stood out from the surroundings.
"They're fancy people." Kie told the group, "They've had three governors in the family. They've run Charleston for like 300 years.
JJ piped up, "These Kooks make our Kooks look like Pogues."
The truck slowly came to a stop next to a big, three story house. It had two balconies and a terrace on one side, and then a smaller balcony on the second floor, facing the front. It was an off-white colour with a white accents and a black roof. Short brick chimneys poked out from the roof top. The house was quite beautiful with it's old architecture.
"You sure this is the place Pope?" JJ asked, looking at the house outside of the window.
Pope lent forwards slightly to look, "Yeah. Pretty sure."
"All right." Nodded JJ, opening up the door and climbing out. Kie jumped out after him. Pope got out of the door his side. He was still thinking about what Kie did last night...
"Fat city for sure." JJ commented.
The three of them walked up to a big black-iron gate with a matching fence running around the house's property to keep out intruders.
Pope held up the letter, "Twenty-seven king street."
JJ brushed his hand on the fence, "Talk about home security." He looked to the top of the fence, seeing big menacing spikes on a line of barbed wire, stretching around the fence. It was practically unclimbable. "Those spikes to keep people out?" he asked.
"No." Kie said sadly.
"Slave quarters are over there." Pointed Pope. He sighed, "Those spikes were to keep people in."

Sarah, John B and Y/N walked along the boardwalk. Y/N's body was craving food. She eyed someone's sandwich hungrily. Sarah and John B did the same.
"That looks so good.." John B's stomach rumbled.
"I'm starving." Sarah agreed.
They passed the eating man slowly, staring at his food.
They looked up from the boardwalk and saw a restaurant up ahead.
"We gotta get some food." John B said, "Follow my lead."
Y/N put a hand on John B's shoulder to steady herself, my wound was crying out with every movement. She held him tightly and stood for a second, trying to catch her breath up the stairs.
"Okay.. okay yeah."
Indistinct chattering filled the air.
Y/N hung back with Sarah. She held Y/N's arm to try and help her walk. John B speed walked ahead on them and bumped into a waiter. He threw water all over a man sitting at the table. Glass shattered as the glasses hit the floor. His table gasped.
"Oh my god.." John B asked.
Sarah gasped and Y/N's eyes widened.
"Sir are you okay?" Y/N asked, looking worried.
He looked furious. "You idiot!"
"I am so sorry!" The waiter assured him.
"Oh my god.. Your shoes." Sarah fussed.
The man took his jacket off and shook it out. "This is a 1,700 jacket!" He hissed.
"If you didn't want to get it wet sir, maybe don't wear it at the beach." Y/N glared, she didn't like how he spoke to John B.
"Y/N..." Sarah put her arm out in front of her.
"It was.. 100% on me sir, I bumped into him."
Y/N and Sarah were with the two women at the table, "Is there anything I can do?" She said, as they got a bit wet too. When doing that she stole something, and slipped it into her pocket. Y/N did the same.
"I'm really sorry sir.. I wish I could help you-" John B began.
"You saying you gunna pay for this?" The man argued with him.
"I can't sir I'm broke. I don't have any money."
The man looked him up and down, "Of course you don't. Pathetic!"
The server rushed in, "Let me talk to a manager okay?"
John B looked down, trying to hold his tongue. The richer man liked this. He felt powerful.
"I'm sorry..." John B uttered. Sarah walked over to him, holding a hobbling Y/N, and began to walk away.
"There was no need for name calling. Sir." Sarah said to him.
"Did you get it?" John B asked when they were out of earshot.
"Get what?" Sarah asked him.
Y/N pulled some bread out of her pocket.
"What Y/N no I mea-"
Sarah pulled out a wad of cash.
"OH!" Y/N chuckled, then whimpered. Looking at her bread and waving it around before staring to eat it. John B and Sarah knew she needed the food more than they did.
"Oh my god..." John B sighed in relief. He was thinking for a second that they caused all that commotion for nothing.
Sarah still had one arm with Y/N on, and she reached her spare one around John B. "I'll be sugar mumma." she chuckled mischievously.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Smiled John B.