good time, all the time // outer banks

careful for me // jj

JJ had done a lot of stupid shit in his life. Everyone knew that. It's what he was known for around Kildare. Having him as a boyfriend always kept you on your toes, that was for certain. You were used to him breaking things, blowing things up, causing chaos, and literally nothing surprises you from him anymore. While JJ could piss you off sometimes, you loved the adrenaline rush that came from being with him. He brought you so much happiness and laughter every second you spent together.

You, Kie, and Pope were hanging at the Chateau, celebrating Pope's recovery of the key to the Island Room. You were on a buzz of excitement. You couldn't believe there was a chance you guys could figure out this puzzle and possibly recover a treasure.

"I say we have a celebratory toast!" Pope said as he walked towards the fridge. You nodded in agreement and grabbed your phone as Kie turned the lights back on. You had tried so hard to stay positive, especially with John B in prison, but you worried JJ wouldn't be able to handle the idea of his best friend being somewhere he didn't deserve.

Your boyfriend's name was on your phone screen, multiple messages attached to it. Your heart sank at three letters.

SOS! NOW!

"Shit!" You shouted as you were on your feet in a second. "Kie, I need you to drive, now! JJ's in trouble."

"Okay, okay. Pope, let's go!" Your best friend ran in chaotic circles to grab her keys and sprint out the door. You clambered in the back seat, letting Pope take co-pilot. "What happened?" She asked as she floored it out of the Chateau driveway.

You couldn't get your fingers to stop shaking enough to send a text to JJ in response. Your adrenaline was pumping and you feared you wouldn't be able to bay off a panic attack until you got to your boyfriend. "You know how JJ faked appendicitis that one time?"

"During the math test, yeah," Pope answered.

"Well, he told John B to try it and JJ was going to buy his cousin's ambulance and-"

"Y/N, breathe," Kie directed as she turned a corner. You had started rambling out of nervousness and hadn't even realised.

You took a deep breath and pulled the hood up on JJ's hoodie that was on your body. "JJ's in the back of an ambulance with someone who isn't John B and the cops know he's not a real paramedic. He's at 23rd and Main and we have to stop them so he can get out."

Kie and Pope were silent for a moment before they spoke up at the same time, "What?!"

You pressed JJ's sleeve against your face and tried to calm down with the scent of his clothes. You sniffled, wiping away the sudden tears. "We have to get to him, you guys. I can't lose JJ and John B in the same week."

You had taken John B's imprisonment really hard. The two of you had been thick as thieves as kids, and you had been there to mourn Big John every second John B needed you. He was like your big brother, always stepping in when you needed him and looking out for you. You were silently crumbling and losing both of your boys would definitely be the last straw in your cracking walls.

"We'll find him, Y/N," Kie's voice was quiet amongst the anxious tension in the car. You nodded even though she couldn't see you in the darkness of the car. Pulling your knees to your chest, you tucked your body between the seat and the car door as you tried to calm your racing nerves.

"There they are!" Pope pointed to where a large group of flashing lights was racing around the corner. "Kie!"

"I see them, I see them!" She said as she pushed the pedal down further, willing the car to speed up. Right when she hit the intersection, she slammed on the breaks, launching you forward in your seats as the ambulance stopped short from hitting you. "Sorry!" Kiara called unapologetically as she rolled the window down. "I'm so sorry!"