P4L | Outer Banks | JJ Maybank

The Katz'

Authors Note: I'M BAAACCKKKK!!!!! Here is season two, sorry it took so long. I just needed Season 4 to bring the motivation back. Enjoy!

Cory watched solemnly as JJ held the metal tool in the flame of the blow torch.

As he moved towards the tree, beginning to carve John B's name into it, Cory felt a burning behind her eyes.

She lifted her hands, beginning to cover her mouth as tears threatened to spill.

As JJ returned to her side, he lifted a flask.

"To John B," he muttered.

"And to Sarah," Kiara said quietly.

Then, JJ took a swig of the flask before handing it off to Cory, who drank what was left.

As her and the boys drank, Kie leaned down, placing the box of things they had collected down into the dirt.

JJ reached over, helping Cory down to sit next to the others as they helped bury the box below the tree.

"You said you didn't wanna see me ever again," Cory snapped at her father as he attempted to return to his truck. "And I am perfectly happy with that!"

"Delia, just get in the car–" he attempted.

"No!" she snapped. "No way in hell!"

Cory looked around as the wind whipped through her hair. She tightened her grip around JJ's waist.

"You sure about this?" he called out loudly, trying to make himself heard over the sounds of the wind whipping around them.

"Yeah," Cory yelled back. "We need to settle it."

JJ pulled up to the chateau, parking his bike with a sour expression.

"Uh oh," Cory mumbled, standing to greet him. "What is it?"

JJ reached up, brushing off his cheeks.

"It's nothing," he said. "Just got fired."

"Fired?" Cory asked, reaching forward to pull him into a hug. "What'd you do?"

JJ rolled his eyes as he pulled back. "That sister of yours..." he snarled. "Pieces of shit. All of them."

At the mention of Cory's sister, she grimaced. "What'd she say?"

"Her, Topper and Kelce were all talking shit about John B," JJ said. "I just couldn't stand to hear it."

Cory nodded in understanding.

As JJ pulled up outside her fathers house, he grimaced.

"Are you really sure, though?" he asked.

Cory took a deep breath. "As sure as I'll ever be."

Then, she hopped off the back of his bike, giving him a quick look.

He reached forward, silently squeezing her hand in support.

Cory leaned toward him, placing a quick kiss on his forehead before starting towards the house.

"I–I'll see... uh, you..." he stuttered. "After."

Cory waved to him quickly, and he sat on the motorcycle, watching as she walked towards the house.

Cory took a deep breath, stepping up to the door. She paused, feeling the urge to barge right in, but then she remembered that she didn't live there anymore. So she knocked loudly, alerting the whole house of her arrival.