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...
THE NEXT day, JJ stood in the doorway of the Wreck's back room, his eyes fixed intently on Bree as she sat quietly on the steps outside, her earphones blasting music into her ears. He leaned against the doorframe, his movements slow and as he flicked the lid of his lighter with a nervous energy. His biting lip betrayed his anxiety, and his gaze remained trained on Bree, lost in thought.
The previous night, after their daring rescue, Kiara had slipped them into the Wreck under instructing them to get some rest. Pope had fashioned a makeshift bed using toilet rolls as a pillow, while the others had huddled together in a corner, crafting a makeshift nest from chairs. But JJ had remained awake, his hand buried deep in Bree's hair as she slept soundly with her head cradled in his lap. The gentle movement of her chest as she breathed had been a soothing balm to his racing thoughts, and he had felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness wash over him as he gazed down at her peaceful face.
Pope stood beside JJ, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his worn jeans, his gaze fixed on the troubled expression etched on JJ's face. "You reckon she's okay?" Pope asked, his voice low and concerned.
JJ's chest rose and fell with a deep breath as he shook his head, his words heavy with sorrow. "She's far from okay, man. A woman who was like a mother to her, the only adult who took care of her, was killed by her ex-boyfriend. And I hate that there's fuck all I can do about it."
Pope's eyes softened with compassion and empathy as he felt guilt for Bree, his brow furrowed in understanding. "Don't be stupid, JJ," he said gently. "You being here with her is enough to keep her going." His words were met with a fleeting glance towards Bree, who had paused in her quiet devastation to wipe away tears from her eyes.
"She's just worried for John B and is hurt by Rafe." Pope's gaze followed hers, and he noticed the subtle movement of her hand as she sought to dry her cheeks.
JJ hummed a soft response, his eyes never leaving Bree's face. "He's pinched for sure, bro." he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of their collective sorrow hung heavy in the air, but Pope's words had offered a glimmer of hope.
Pope's head shook resolutely as he uttered a firm denial. "No. They wouldn't still be patrolling if they caught him." He offered the blonde boy a reassuring smile, his words hanging in the air like a promise.
"Let's hope." JJ added, his tone laced with optimism.
JJ's lips pursed in a thoughtful expression, his eyes narrowing slightly as he digested Pope's words.
Kiara, meanwhile, let out a soft yawn, her gaze drifting upwards as she spoke. "You know, we were in that car. They're probably looking for us, too. And, I mean, Bree was on the crime scene."
