(Y/n) pov
Jeez, people keep on dying. If I had a nickel for every time that I saw someone die, I'd have two nickels. It's weird that it's happened twice. Though, death is contagious. I mean, everyone dies eventually. I could die tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, hell, I could drop dead right now.
"He deserved it, right?", JJ asked me curiously.
"I dunno. He deserved to be put behind bars for a long time. But death? Nobody really deserves death, JJ.", I stated firmly.
"Never seen anyone blow themselves up like that.", Pope declared.
"We can cross that one off the bucket list. Human firework; check!", JJ joked darkly.
"Hey!", I scoffed as I playfully slapped his shoulder before walking to check on my brother, passing Kie and Pope.
"I feel sorry for Sarah.", my husband admitted.
"Hey, are you okay? That's a stupid question. How are you feeling?", I asked John B.
"Me? If anything, I'm not worried about myself. I'm more worried about you and Sarah. I mean, sure I had Dad but you had Ward. Ward was the closest thing you had to a father. Hell, he was your father figure. How are you doing?", he asked worriedly.
"I'm...coping. Grieving, even. I'm feeling a lot to the point where I don't feel a thing. I guess the right word for it is numb. Im numb for now. I'll probably start bawling my eyes out later. But for now, I'm numb.", I answered plainly.
"You sure?", he asked with a voice full of concern.
"Yeah.", I lied.
"Okay, if you say so.", he shrugged.
Awkwardly, I walked back into the chateau, seeing if anything would hit me. If I would feel anything. Any feeling at all. But nothing at all.
I started chuckling to myself as I reminisced on a fond memory of Ward and I.
• Flashback, 10 years ago, the Cameron estate•
It was my 8th birthday. I invited Sarah and a bunch of other friends from figure eight for a pool party at my house since it was summer. I thought a lot of people would show up. But I was wrong.
Nobody showed up at all. I celebrated my eighth birthday alone. I'm not surprised, not a lot of people wanna befriend a loner. I had trouble making friends. I mean, I clung to Topper's group. Kelce and Rafe would never show up to my party.
"Hello?", a small voice called out.
"Sorry we're late! We were looking for your gift, kiddo.", an older male voice chuckled.
Sarah Cameron and her father, Ward Cameron, had come to my party. They were the only guests that showed up.
"Sarah!", I squealed as I ran to hug Sarah.
"Hi, (Y/n)! Wow, this place looks cool. It's so pink!", she squealed in return as she hugged me.
"Happy birthday, (Y/n)! You've gotta be what, nine? Ten by now, right?", Mr. Cameron joked.
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Boy Wonder
Fanfiction[a JJ Maybanks x f!reader fanfic] [outer banks] [contains swearing, violence, angst and more] (NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF OUTER BANKS AND NETFLIX.) (Story will surround seasons 1-2)
