good time, all the time // outer banks

breaking ankles // john b (platonic)

Charleston was a beautiful city, but when you were running for your life, it somehow got more confusing and you were beginning to hate every bit of it. Pope's invitation from someone who had evidence to clear John B had not gone well in any way, and now you, Kie, Pope, and JJ were running for your lives in an attempt to get back home.

Mr. Heyward's truck had busted, even after Kie footed the bill to get it fixed on your way over. You were dreading the chaos of going home. Pope would no doubt get in trouble, not to mention Kiara's parents would flip their lid on her.

"We gotta go now!" JJ's hands were pushing your shoulders, causing you to almost trip as you all stumbled out of the truck.

"Guys, I think he has a gun!" Kiara shouted from behind you as you took off running. You were too focused on your breathing and making sure you didn't trip to look back.

"Shit, get down!" JJ pointlessly commented as if any of you could duck and run successfully.

You turned a corner and almost crashed into some older woman. "Sorry!" You shouted over your shoulder as you ducked down another alleyway to hide in. Pope grunted next to you and held his side as he cursed about a cramp.

"This way, we might have to split up!" JJ directed. Your lungs were burning with each breath and you cursed your friends for always having to find a way to end up running from something. It wasn't uncommon for your group, hence the reason you should probably be used to it by now. "We gotta lose them!"

JJ collided with a man carrying a couple of packages and sent the boxes flying up into the air. He cursed and mumbled out an apology as the guy yelled at the four of you. "Right here, go!" He pulled on your t-shirt sleeve and yanked you down a brick lined ally.

"He's gaining, let's go!" Pope shouted from behind you.

JJ groaned. "I am going, Pope. I know, I know. You guys gotta keep up."

You shoved past the blond boy back out onto the main sidewalk before screeching to a stop as a bicycle almost hit you. Looking up, your face broke out into the biggest smile at the sight of John B and Sarah staring back at you.

There was no time for celebration before the boy in front of you was rushing you all to climb on. "Get in! Get in! Get in! Come on!" The size of the bike was really inconvenient and there was no way all of you would fit on it. As Kie hopped in the seat next to Sarah, you, JJ, and Pope crowded the back of it and started pushing as John B pedaled.

"Oh, my God," You huffed in exhaustion as you continued to run in between the two boys while pushing the bike. In a lack of coordination, you stepped at the same time as JJ and lost your balance. A scream left your lips as you tumbled against the hard concrete, managing to knock down the guy who was chasing you in the mix. "Shit!"

"Y/N!" John B's voice broke through your confusion as you struggled to get back on your feet. The guy who had been chasing after Pope remained on the ground, groaning. John B's attention was still on you as he shouted, "You're bleeding!"

"No shit!" With a wince, you got back on your feet and waved your friends on. "Don't stop, keep going! I'm coming!" You hissed at the sharp pain in your ankle, not to mention the blood that was dripping down your knee and elbow. Pope stretched his arm out to grab your hand before he pulled you onto the ledge with him.

JJ laughed excitedly, "See you later, asshole! Woohoo!" He made sure to flip off your chasers as John B continued to pedal away from the chaos you caused in Charleston.

"Y/N!" Sarah reached back to give you an awkward hug as the bike began to slow with your arrival to the shore where you assumed John B and Sarah had a boat. Despite the amount of pain sure to hit you once you calmed down, you couldn't wipe the smile off your face at the return of your best friends.

After abandoning the bicycle, you all clambered down to where the Cameron's Bahama boat was. As JJ, Pope, and Kie moved to refuel and prep to leave, John B's attention was set on you. The two of you had always had this intense (and slightly intimate) relationship with each other. When he started dating Sarah, it was one of the first things he told her about so she wasn't alarmed. That had always been his rule with girls: if they didn't accept you, they weren't staying.

You and John B had grown up together, for starters, but ever since you were about 10, it was like you were on the same wavelength. Kinda like soulmates, but in a non-romantic way. You loved John B, and he loved you, but you guys could never survive as a couple. It was one of those things where you were too similar and stubborn and it would end in a disaster.

If Sarah was honest, she loved watching you two function together. It was surreal. You guys moved in tandem, one doing what the other was thinking. It was beautiful, and she couldn't even be jealous. She was just glad John B had someone like you in his life who could communicate so flawlessly with him.

"Hiya, bubs," John B crouched down to where you were seated in the sand for the time being. He was holding the boat's extensive first aid kit in his hands in hopes that something in it would help.

You smiled at him and didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. The warmth from his hands spread across your body as you let your fingers play with a few strands of hair. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," He replied as he kissed your forehead before pulling back. "I'm gonna get you up on this boat and we're gonna figure this all out, m'kay?"

You nodded and took his outstretched hand before standing up on the ankle that wasn't hurting. John B climbed up onto the boat first and then maneuvered as best as possible to get you up without hurting your injuries any further. Once you were situated, JJ took over the wheel and began to steer your course back home.

A hiss left your mouth when John B used a disinfecting wipe to clean your scratches. He mumbled an apology each time before covering them with some medicine and a bandage. You leaned your head back against the cushion you were lying on. "This is so not how I imagined our reunion going."

"Yeah?" John B joked as he used the large elastic wrap to help your ankle as best as possible until you could see a doctor. "And how exactly did you imagine it?"

You shrugged lightly and played with one of his banadas you always kept on your wrist. "I don't know. Figured I was gonna be kicking some drinks in the hammock at the Chateau and you'd flip me over just like the old days."

John B almost snorted a laugh, "You'd end up bleeding each time so I don't think we're too far off."

You sat up and listened to the other Pogues goof around, sharing stories of what had happened in your time away with a smile. John B took the spot next to you as he closed the first aid kid with a snap. "I'm glad you're back," You whispered as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

John B's gaze shifted from the box in his hands to Sarah who gave him a loving smile. He returned the gesture before looking down at you. "I'm glad to be back too."