In which a Kook gets in the middle of a Pogue mess.
ADVENTURE, ROMANCE, SACRIFICE, FRIENDSHIP.
{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 ch...
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The warm, fragrant air filtered through the open window, brushing Avery's skin as she absentmindedly ran her brush through her tangled hair. Her reflection in the mirror felt like a distant version of herself - someone who had been caught in a storm, both literally and figuratively, with no clear path forward. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, the weight on her chest as suffocating as the weeks that had passed since that night. It was the same burden she carried every day, a heaviness that seemed to settle deeper each time she tried to shake it off.
She placed the brush down on the nightstand with a soft clink, the sound small but final. Slowly, she stood and made her way out of her room, the house eerily quiet as she walked down the hallway. The familiar hum of the air conditioning was the only sound that accompanied her as she turned the corner into the dining room, where her parents sat, their gazes fixed on the spot where she would soon appear. Preston and Victoria, seated at the table with their plates full of breakfast, waited patiently for her. She could already tell by their expression that they were bracing themselves for the same conversations they had been having for weeks now—conversations that felt as hollow and repetitive as the silence that often hung between them.
Avery took her seat, the chair scraping softly against the tile floor. She forced a smile, a motion she had perfected but no longer believed in.
"We're so glad you're on the right track again, honey." her mother's voice was light, almost cheery, though Avery could hear the edge of desperation beneath it. The words were kind, but they felt foreign coming from her mother's lips—like an attempt to convince both of them that everything was fine when it clearly wasn't. She had heard this so many times by now. Avery refrained from rolling her eyes.
A sharp ache pulsed in her chest as she thought about the night that had broken everything. The storm that ripped her life apart, leaving her grasping for the pieces she had lost. What her parents didn't understand was that it wasn't just JJ and the Pogues she had distanced herself from—it was everything. She had lost the carefree, adventurous side of herself she had found and loved. And as for John B and Sarah, she had lost them too, though they hadn't mentioned their names in days. Her heart squeezed painfully at the thought. The distance between them had grown impossibly wide in the aftermath.
It wasn't as if she had meant for any of it to happen. She didn't want things to change; they just did. She had walked away from the Pogues, from her friends, and now, it felt as though that space between them was permanent. Her parents had been so focused on her separation from the Pogues, they couldn't see how much she was hurting from losing John B and Sarah too. She missed them all—more than she could admit, even to herself.
But the bitterness lingered, sharper and more stubborn than she expected. She had been too quiet, too passive in the weeks that followed, and now school was starting again. She wasn't going to the same high school as others, and she knew deep down that it was probably the last time she'd ever see them.
