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 WIND GENTLY tousled our hair, playfully intertwining our laughter, a melody that danced through the air like a sweet song.
Sunlight poured down on us, wrapping everything in a warm golden glow, making the moment feel almost ethereal. As we indulged in a game of friendly teasing, the bond between us felt unbreakable—a tie forged through years of laughter and mischief.
JJ suddenly pounced on me, his fingers tickling my sides mercilessly. I gasped for air, laughter spilling out uncontrollably, the joy of the moment enveloping me completely. John B, ever the loyal friend, rushed to JJ's side, both of them ganging up on me in a fit of laughter. I glared at the two of them, an exaggerated expression of mock fury on my face, as they held their hands up defensively, wearing expressions that hinted at both innocence and mischief.
Our playful banter continued, and when John B finally took my side against the relentless blonde, we all rushed toward JJ, who looked at me with those bright dark blue eyes filled with pure joy and enthusiasm as we pulled him down to join in the tickling. He gasped for air, laughter mixing with squeals that rang out across the harbor, infectious and warm.
In that moment, I couldn't help but think about how John B was more than just my friend—he was my family.
We would do anything for each other, standing strong together through every storm, even at just twelve years old. The laughter subsided into gentle smiles, and my gaze shifted to JJ, my partner in crime. He was always the one who dared me to push boundaries, to cross lines that might be deemed too risky. Maybe it was a secret I dared not admit, but there was a flicker of something more than friendship that made my heart race whenever he was around.
And then there was Big John, the sturdy tower of strength and love, providing a sense of stability amid the tumultuous world we lived in. He was the father I wished I had, full of wisdom and care, always ready to lend a hand or a shoulder to lean on.
With our fishing rods clutched in our hands, we cast our lines into the shimmering water. Each of us was determined to hook the biggest catch, a friendly rivalry igniting the excitement between us. Cheers erupted with every flick of the line, each one of us fully engaged in the competition, our spirits buoyed by laughter and the thrill of the chase.
I giggled as I wrestled with my line, feeling a tug that sent waves of excitement through my body. "Big John! I need help!" I called out, my voice chirping with urgency.
Big John came rushing over, a hearty laugh escaping him as he approached. "Okay, Bee, I'm right here!"
He used to call me Bee, just as he called John B 'Bird' and I cherished the nickname, the warmth it carried like a comforting blanket. Big John wrapped his strong arms around me, helping me pull in what was probably the biggest fish caught that day. I couldn't contain my triumphant laughter as I stuck my tongue out at the astonished boys—I'd out-fished them both!
