Outerbanks one shots and imagines (DISCONTINUED)

shooting star - John B

You and John B lay on the grass and look up at the sky. His arm is wrapped around you and holds you close to his body. "The stars are pretty." You whisper. Crickets chirp around you which just makes it a more special moment. "Which is your favourite star?"

John B points to a star. "That one." He says. "It's the brightest." You nod and look at the star he pointed at. "It reminds me of you." He whispers. You blush and hide your face in his chest. Then, he pokes your side. "Shooting star. Make a wish."

You look up at John B and sit up on your elbows. "I wish that for my birthday, you will make me a chocolate cake and throw me a huge ass birthday party." You say.

"You said it out loud," John B tells you. "So now, it can't come true."

You raise your eyebrows. "You never said that."

"I don't have to say it, it's the law of wish-making, you can't say your wishes out loud or they won't come true." John B laughs. You roll your eyes and chuckle. "But, who knows, maybe some wish god will take pity on you."

You smile and kiss his nose. "You are amazing."

"Not as amazing as you." John B smiles.