In which five troubled teens embark on a dangerous treasure hunt
or
In which two best friends learn the brutal difference between love and friendship and everything in between
JJ x OC
#14 in obx
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Content Warning: some graphic depictions of abuse/wounds, knives, threats, graphic injury depiction, etc
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The rusted hinges of Luke Maybank's storage unit squealed in protest as JJ shoved the door open, a wide smile spread across his tanned cheeks.
"There she be," JJ chuckled breathlessly, genuinely awestruck at the sight before him.
Devyn and Kiara shared a bewildered glance with one another, only one thing communicated between them—confusion.
"Hey girl," JJ cooed, running his ring-clad fingers over the chipping, white paint of the boat. "A 1983 Formula 402 SR1. The Phantom."
"Don't get too excited there," Devyn teased, a smirk on her plump lips.
"The first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under 16 hours, guys. Forty years old! Forty," he put a gentle hand on the side of the boat after shooting her a glare, caressing the paint with a delicate touch. "And still the fastest thing that Kildare's ever seen."
"It's kind of a junker," Kiara admitted, both girls watching in amusement as JJ gasped in horrible offense.
"Really? She's right there, Kie," JJ gave her a seething look. "She can hear you. Let's just put it this way. You would not be smokin' weed right now if she never existed, okay?"
"Well then thank you," Devyn dead-panned, patting the side of the boat with sarcasm.
"I knew you would get it," JJ beamed a smile toward her.
"I just hope it runs," Kiara sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh, she'll run alright," JJ scoffed, annoyed with her clear disrespect for The Phantom.
Devyn let out a heavy sigh as she leaned against the side of the boat, all three Pogues perking up at the sound of a dirt bike engine.
"Pope. Finally," Kiara groaned as she jumped off the boat trailer, walking to the door on the other side of the unit.
Devyn's stomach dropped as the sound of eerie whistling echoed through the storage unit, causing her to pause mid-step.
Kiara stopped in her tracks as someone entered, the girl stumbling backward slightly in confusion.
"Hey, there. What's goin' on?" Rafe Cameron grinned manically, smile faltering slightly when his eyes met Devyn's.
