𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 two best friends fell for each other even though they knew they shouldn't.
"stupid rules"
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jj maybank x aubrey perez
outer banks
season one, completed.
season two, completed.
season three, currently writing.
season...
AFTER SITTING in silence for a short while, we pull up to the docks just in time to witness the paramedics wheeling a body away on a gurney. We all immediately begin to wonder who it's supposed to be, especially with the cops recently visiting the motel.
"Who's that?" John B asks a random girl who seems to be watching the entire situation alongside the rest of us, hoping to gain further insight.
The girl then answers our question, "It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm." stating that the body being wheeled away belongs to Scooter Grubbs, who had passed away during the storm.
"Check out this pic I got." She then shows John B and I a picture of the incident, which makes both of us react in a sarcastic manner. "Dead bodyyy" she mumbles, while JJ remains silent for a moment before uttering a few cursed words, realizing the severity of the situation.
"Insane." I roll my eyes at the picture.
Insensitive bitch.
The boy then has a burst of curiosity, wondering what kind of boat Scooter Grubbs had as well. "What kind of boat did he have?" he asked, wondering if it was the same one that we had found.
"Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady-white. Everyone's out looking for it."the girl responds honestly, providing some more insight into the situation. With our sudden discovery, my attention immediately turns towards the JJ which I share a quick glance at each other, both of our eyes widen with a hint of anticipation and curiosity. While I don't quite know what we'll find, the mere fact that we have discovered Scooter's boat alone makes me feel a rush of excitement rather than nerves, as I think about the possibilities that lie ahead. Am I wrong to be eager for a potential adventure, rather than scared of what we may encounter?
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WITH THE GROUP now at the Château, I take an instant sense of comfort and relief, settling in beside JJ. I was lounging casually on the single couch, snuggled up beat each other, him on the floor in front of me. As, he sat between my legs he is busy playing around with our lighter again, flicking it open and shut, while I'm just taking in the moment, reading some romance novel as I idly running my ringed fingers through his soft hair. It's soothing to me more than it is to him, but he does seem to hum every now and then, which makes me think he might enjoy it too.
After the minor injury to my thigh, JJ quickly urged us to go back to the Château so he could properly disinfect and plaster over the scar. With his other hand, he glazed his thumb over the plaster, now and again. I had to reluctantly wear shorts, meaning the adorable hello kitty plaster was now quite visible along my thigh.
