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...
JOHN B DROVE us further away from the party, but not too much. We can still hear people in the distance. We stay in the car, John B and I on the back, leaning our banks on the driver and passengers seats while I hold a cold ice beer at his forehead.
JJ is outside, finishing his beer. He downs the rest of the booze, and walks towards our open window, groaning and burping with a smirk making me scrunch up my face.
"Well, that was a little unexpected." He grunts.
"Was it?" Kiara asks ironically, with her lips pursed.
"Of course it wasn't." I groan, rubbing my eye with the heel of my free hand. "It was the whores fault." My hand slips a little, and I accidentally press the beer harder on JB's forehead, making him hiss. I give him an apologetic smile.
"Sorry."
John B is lost in his own thoughts, probably beating himself up about everything that happened with Sarah, and I'm not talking only about tonight.
"Hey, maybe she'll come around." JJ tries to cheer up John B, giving him some hope.
I appreciate him trying to help, but the truth is I think Sarah is better off without us. It saddens me, I love her, she's my friend. But ever since she started hanging with us she's lost her father and her brother, she's been shot and she almost drowned, twice. I don't want her to suffer anymore.
"It's like everything that happened to us didn't matter." John B mutters.
"She had her reasons, John B. Give her some time." I say, taking the beer away from his face and checking to see if the swelling was doing better. "Okay, you're good." I sigh. "We should get out of here."
Pope drove the Twinkie back home. Perks of being the sober friend.
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"IVE HAD MORE black eyes in the last month than I've ever had." Pope says, sitting down around the fire in our backyard, roasting a marshmallow. We've been sitting here for a while. John B on a corner, with Kie on his side. Then Pope, then me and then JJ. We've just been sitting in comfortable silence, eating and watching the flames. John B is still thinking about the fight, and doesn't matter how hard we try, he doesn't let go.
"That was building up for years. Rumble in the jungle." JJ sits down again next to me. He got up to grab a plate of whatever snacks he wanted.
