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...
A JOLT ripped me awake, pulling me from the hazy dreamscape. Kie's face swam into view, a mischievous grin plastered across it. I blinked, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings - the rocking boat, the girls in their clothes. Reality slammed into me - we were still stranded. A groan escaped my lips as I burrowed back into the scratchy floor, yearning for the comfort of my own bed.
Waking up early for work was a chore, but this late-morning awakening, especially with Kiara's relentless cheer, felt like torture.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," Kiara chirped, yanking me onto the unforgiving surface.
"At least the boys will be here soon, right? Especially your Mr. Charming," Kie teased with a giggle.
"They damn well better be." I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. I stretched, my fingers automatically reaching for the ever-elusive blunt box.
"B, it's eight in the morning." Sarah chuckled, her voice laced with amusement.
I shrugged, my eyes landing on the box peeking out from behind the blonde. Kiara, bless her heart, had clearly attempted a hiding mission last night. I snatched the box, a grin splitting my face as I saw the familiar initials carved onto the lighter - J + A.
A silent promise, a reminder of the one person who would never leave me.
I inhaled deeply, a smirk gracing my lips as the familiar smoke filled my lungs. Exhaling a lazy cloud, I reveled in the comfortable haze it created. Kiara and Sarah shot me playful glares, but I couldn't be bothered. "What can I say, ladies?" I winked. "These are my happy clouds."
With the blunt secured between my fingers, I padded to the side of the boat, the worn wood cool beneath my bare feet. My gaze scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of our long-awaited rescue. It wasn't long before the distant boat grew larger, resolving itself into the familiar silhouette of the HMS Pogue. Relief washed over me, sweet and potent.
A figure at the helm gestured wildly. John B's voice, laced with amusement, carried across the water. "Uh oh, ladies! You forgot your keys or somethin'?"
I countered with a glare, smoke curling from my nostrils as I puffed on the blunt. Pope's infectious chuckle drifted over the waves. "Do you need a tow, Captain?"
The HMS Pogue drew closer, the scent of freedom mingling with the salty spray.
My eyes darted towards Jay, his broad frame unmistakable even at this distance. A knot formed in my stomach, a mix of apprehension and something far more thrilling thrumming through my veins.
Kiara mutters to both Sarah and me, "Don't give them the satisfaction of thinking this worked."
