always been you- outer banks jiara fanfic // EDITED

poguelandia. 3

jj pov:

*going back to when kiara walks away with sarah to sort her arm out*

i sit on the beach next to john b and watch as kiara and sarah walk down the beach. "did you guys find anything?" john b says. i shake my head. "nah, you?" i say. "nah" he says. he keeps his eyes on sarah. i snort. "what?" he says, finally looking at me. "you fell bro" i say. he laughs. "yeah, yeah i fell hard", he says, looking at sarah again. "jj! do you mind if this gets wet?" sarah calls over, holding my shirt in her hand, "no! just be careful and clean her arm up!" i call back, as she gets up and walks towards the water. i look at kiara, and i'm surprised to see her already looking at me. she looks for a few more seconds then turns away, when sarah approaches her again. "what's the deal with ki?" john b says to me. "what do you mean?" i say. "do you think i'm stupid? you've liked her for years and i'm beginning to feel a... vibe" he says. i don't say anything. "sarah agrees with me" he says. "and sarah knows ki really well. they were best friends for years, and they're best friends again now. she has those little girly talks" he says, moving his hands in the air. "shit!!" kiara screams, we look over. "you good!?" me and john b call. "yeah!" she says. "do you like her?" he says to me. "bro, i've liked her since we met her, after she punched that kook kid that was being an asshole to us at the outdoor cinema all those years ago" i say. "but she shut me down. remember? i tried that door, it was locked" "well maybe she's unlocked it" he says to me, and i look over at ki, sitting on the sand, sarah is walking towards us, but i'm not really paying attention to her. i'm looking at kiara. the wind blowing her curls back. her hair has gotten lighter since we've been stranded here, probably the sun, but it's gone from dark brown, to brown with lighter highlights. she still looks great though. sarah grabs one of the bandage leaves then walks back over to kiara. "why would she like me anyways" i say, looking down at the ground. "i mean, she's got a kook life, she's got a good future, nice house, money, parents, and i've got nothing, no money, no parents, nothing" "she doesn't have all that stuff anymore jayj. look where we are. we're stranded, we've all lost everything, except each other" he says. "i'm not good enough for her" i say, shaking my head. "jayj"- john b starts but is interrupted by pope coming up from behind us. "yo bro, where've you been?" i say. "just wondering, lost track of time" he says. i look behind him to see cleo with sarah and ki now. pope sits down next to me and john b. "jj!?" cleo shouts, but she's not looking at us, she's looking at ki. i pull a confused look as sarah and ki both put their fingers over their lips and tell cleo to shush. kiara buries her head in her knees and shakes her head. "they're talking about you bro" john b says, "damn" pope says. "should i be flattered or offended?" i say. "well, that depends on what they're saying" pope says. "pope!?" sarah shouts at cleo, and now her and ki are telling sarah to shush. "they're not doing a very good job at keeping it discreet" i say. "not at all" pope says. "at least i know i'm not the only one getting gossiped about" i say, hitting popes shoulder. "i'm flattered to be a part of their girl gossip" pope says. "yeah, same i guess, as long as it's good and not bad" .any other girl gossip i would prefer not but they're different. well, she's different rather than they. "exactly" john b says. "bro, we're so lucky right now. look at this. we're all together, free on this island, with each other, and them" john b says, pointing at the girls. "we're living the dream pogue life" i say. "yeah baby" pope says. i look over to the girls to see kiara walking away, but not towards us, she's walking towards the other beach. sarah and cleo get up and come towards us. sarah sits next to me, handing me my shirt, that's now dripping wet, but it doesn't have ki's blood on it anymore."where's ki going?" i say. "she said she wants to go clear her head. give it a few minutes then go after her" she says. "i will, but why me?" i say. she shrugs her shoulders. "you're the closest with her at the minute" she says.

kiara pov:

i walk over to the other beach and sit down on the sand. my pants are gonna be covered in sand but i don't really care. we've been in these clothes for a month now, at this point, it'll be weird to see any of us in anything different. my mind goes straight to conversation i just had with sarah about jayj. a twinkle is his eyes? what does that even mean? and when we first got here she asked me about what happened with jj on the boat, after he fell. she quizzed me on now i was fully ready to go under with him, to die with him. i mean, of course i was, i would rather die than live without him. and about his reaction when he woke up. how he reacted when i had my hands on his shoulder and neck, i just told her i was trying to make sure he was okay. i still can't process that i nearly lost him, and it would've been my fault. i ducked and the machete hit him. it was my fault, he nearly died. i nearly lost him, it makes me so upset when i think about it. i listen to the waves as they hit the rocks at the bottom of the sand. i nearly lost him, forever.

jj pov:

after a few minutes i get up and walk over to the other beach. i see kiara sitting there, with her arms around her knees, looking forward, at the water. there's a cool breeze in the air, it's colder than usual. i walk behind her and sit next to her. she looks at me as i approach her. "are you alright?" i say. she nods, but it's not very convincing. "ki" i say. she looks up at me. "come on, i know when you're lying. what's up?". she shrugs her shoulders. "i just can't stop thinking about what happened, on the boat. you almost died" she says. "yeah, but i didn't, i'm fine" i say. "i ducked, he was trying to hit me with that machete and i ducked and instead he hit you. i'm sorry jayj" she says. i frown. "ki" i say. i want her to look at me, but she doesn't, she looks down. "kiara" i say, softly. she looks up. i lean forward and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. she hugs me back. after a few seconds, i pull away and shake my head. "it wasn't your fault. i would rather it be me than you, plus, you saved my life. i'm here right now, because of you ki" i say, staring into her eyes, they're glossy, she's tearing up. "you and pope saved mine too" she says. "if it's your fault i got hit with a machete, then it's my fault that you almost drowned in that sewer. i was too scared to go in" i say. she shakes her head. "exactly" i say. we both go silent. "john b said that when they found us, you were holding me in the water, i was unconscious, he said you were about to go down with me. he said, you weren't letting go. why would you do that? why were you ready to die with me instead of just saving yourself?" i say. she shrugs her shoulders. "i would rather die than live without you" she says. i look at her. "me too" i nod, and we both look out at the water. "thankyou, kiara" i say. she nods. "of course" she smiles, and i smile back.