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...
I DECIDED to lend a hand to Pope with the chores at Heyward's again since I got paid well last time, I graciously inviting JJ along as well, he didn't want to leave me alone. JJ knew not to bring up our previous encounter before my shift, likely acknowledging the discomfort it caused me. It was mortifying enough to hear those words escaping my lips. I inwardly praised the heavens that I hadn't mentioned anything about my father or drugs amidst that vulnerable moment.
Currently, I'm training JJ in the proper use of a gun, taking turns with Pope in attending to the waiting tables. Pope is handling the main dining room, while I guide JJ. Spotting an old teddy bear that Rafe had given me, I aimed the firearm at its head and fired, hitting the target perfectly.
Turning to JJ, I couldn't help but sport a smirk as I exclaimed, "See?"
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he remarked, "Remind me not to get on your bad side." I walked over to him, handing him the gun and guiding his hands to its base. With a teasing tone, I added, "You could never get on my bad side, pretty boy." My words sent a visible gulp down his throat.
I couldn't deny it; the sexual tension between us persisted even after that night. It was a foolish hope, believing that a single release would alleviate the tension. Instead, it appears to have only intensified the magnetic pull between us. Ever since, my dreams have been dominated by vivid images of his body, now knowing the contours and contours of his flesh.
"Now, shoot." I instructed, stepping back as he took aim and fired at the three bottles. Some bullets found their targets, but others missed the mark.
Amusement crept over me as JJ muttered something about "What was that? Yeah don't touch Bree, man."
Before I could respond, Pope rushed over to us, calling out, "JJ!"
I redirected my attention, tapping JJ on the shoulder and taking the gun from him, ready for whatever was about to unfold.
A tense energy hovered between Pope and JJ as they exchanged a brief glance, before JJ turned to me, a smile playing at his lips.
"Hey, princess, can you take Pope's place for a moment?" He placed his hands gently on my shoulders, his warm gaze holding mine. Before I could respond, he planted a quick kiss on my cheek, sending a flush of heat across my face and encouraging me to walk away with a bemused smile.
My instincts told me something wasn't right; JJ was hiding something from me. I knew him better than anyone. But, I tried to ignore the nagging feeling in my gut and focused on my waitressing duties. As I cleaned a table and received a generous tip, my smile faded the moment I spotted two familiar blonde boys in a fancy truck – Rafe and Topper. Fear gripped me.
