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...
AS I WANDERED through the halls of the Château, my footsteps echoing off, I couldn't help but feel like I was sleepwalking through my own life.
Kiara and Pope were busy preparing for whatever scheme they had concocted, their excitement palpable as they whispered and laughed together. I, on the other hand, felt like I was running on empty. The thought of joining them, of participating in their adventures, seemed like an exhausting task. All I wanted to do was collapse onto a soft surface and let the exhaustion wash over me.
I made my way to the bathroom, my legs heavy with fatigue. As I pushed open the door, the soft glow of the candles within seemed to envelop me in a warm embrace. I approached the sink, my eyes drawn to the reflection staring back at me. The sight of my scars, still red and angry from our last escapade, made me wince. I hesitated for a moment before removing the bracelets and bandages that bound them.
As I gazed at the fresh cuts, my mind began to spin with conflicting thoughts. One voice whispered that I deserved this pain, that I didn't deserve to live another day without it. But another part of me screamed that I was loved and cared for by the Pogues, that they wouldn't let me go without a fight. The internal debate raged on, like a tempest brewing in my mind. Which side would win out? Only time would tell.
As I stood there, frozen in shock, I felt my eyes lock onto the familiar features of the blonde-haired boy, JJ, his expression a mask of blankness as he stared at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. His voice was low and menacing as he whispered a single word: "Bree."
My own response was hesitant, my vocal cords trembling as I tried to form the words: "Jay." But before I could say anything more, his fist crashed into the wall beside me, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder. A string of curses followed, each one laced with anger and frustration, making my eyes widen in alarm.
I tried to grab his arm, to stop him from moving, but he was too quick, too strong. "I fuck everything up." JJ mutters. He broke free and stormed out of the room, leaving me standing alone, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut.
Tears began to fall down my cheeks, hot and bitter, as I whispered a silent curse: "Shit." I knew what this meant - JJ thinks it was all his fault that I hurt myself.
The weight of responsibility settled heavy on my shoulders, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of regret.
As I stepped out onto the porch, the crisp evening air enveloped me, and I felt a sense of solace wash over me. I pulled out my cigarette and lighter, the familiar rituals a comforting routine in the midst of chaos.
