In which a Kook gets in the middle of a Pogue mess.
ADVENTURE, FRIENDSHIPS, LIES AND MYSTERY.
{slowburn}
jj maybank x female oc
(Season 1 - Season 4)
Outer Banks - JJ Maybank fanfiction. I don't own anything related to Outer Banks. I only own my cha...
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Avery woke up with a sore back the next morning, the kind of ache that comes from sleeping on a mattress so thin it felt more like a slab of concrete than a bed. The small space around her was dimly lit by the slanted light filtering in from the cracked window. She slowly shifted, groaning as her muscles protested, and pushed herself to sit on the edge of the bed. Her limbs felt stiff, and a dull throb in her lower back reminded her that this wasn't exactly the kind of sleep you wake up from feeling rested. She stretched, trying to loosen her body, but it didn't help much.
Her gaze drifted around the room, which was barely more than a makeshift storage space for a restaurant. She took in the small details - the peeling wallpaper, the battered wooden chairs that had seen better days, the mismatched set of dishes scattered on the counter. Her eyes landed first on Kie, curled up under a faded quilt, still deeply asleep, and then on Pope, who lay in the same position, his body barely shifting in his slumber.
JJ was different. He wasn't sleeping. He was standing by the back door, his back to the room, his posture tense. His blue eyes were fixed on something outside, a faint flicker of unease behind them, Avery figured it was the situation that had him on edge. His fingers absentmindedly clicked open and closed the blade of a pocketknife, the sharp snap of it the only sound breaking the silence.
Avery's gaze lingered on him as she took in the way the morning light hit his face, illuminating the worn edges of his red cap and the creases of his dark blue button-up shirt. His clothes had that lived-in, not quite-fresh feel that hinted at days spent on the move, but even so, he managed to look good - scruffy in a way that made something stir in her chest, despite the circumstances.
She rose from the mattress and padded over to him without a word, her feet padding softly against the cold wooden floor. WHen she leaned against the windowsill beside him, the cool glass pressed against her palm, offering some small relief from the morning's sticky heat. She glanced outside, though her mind was distracted by him standing so close, the faint scent of leather and the outdoors clinging to him. She could feel his gaze sweep over her, though he quickly looked away, as if he hadn't meant for her to notice him checking on her.
Avery couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips, though it didn't last. She turned her eyes back to the horizon, where the sun had just started to rise, casting long shadows over the quiet town.
"He's pinched for sure, princess." JJ's voice was low, the words slipping out with a soft exhale, as if he'd been holding them back. He flicked the knife open again, the motion mechanical, but Avery noticed the slight tension in his jaw.
She rolled her eyes at the nickname, though there was no real annoyance behind it. "They wouldn't still be patrolling if they caught him." Her voice was steady, but the undercurrent of worry she'd been trying to suppress slipped through, unbidden.
JJ's eyes briefly met hers, his blue gaze sharp and calculating, "Let's hope."
Avery hesitated for a moment, glancing at the door, then back at him. "You know, you were in that car. They're probably looking for you, too." The words slipped out before she could stop them, a mixture of concern and exasperation.
