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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Both teenagers could feel the adrenaline coursing through their veins, a tangible rush that electrified every nerve as JJ bolted toward the ambulance. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the frantic pace of his thoughts. He threw himself into the driver's seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel with urgency, but it took him a moment to register the fact that his motorcycle had been left behind. A sudden, overwhelming sense of panic shot through him. He couldn't leave it behind.
His breath came in quick, shallow bursts as he turned toward Avery, who was already settling into the passenger seat, her brow furrowed in confusion. "You gotta drive it," he said, the words spilling out before he could fully process them.
"What?!" Avery's voice was a sharp, incredulous burst. She shook her head furiously, her fingers tightening around the door handle as if to brace herself against his request. "No, no, no. I stole the keys, you do the rest."
The urgency in his voice deepened, and his gaze was intense, almost pleading. "Would you rather drive my motorcycle?" His words hung in the air, a challenge that brooked no argument. It was a race against time—Ricky would notice their shenanigans soon enough, and when he did, there would be hell to pay.
Avery groaned in reluctant agreement, her lips curling into a pout. "Fine," she muttered, pushing JJ out of the driver's seat with an exasperated shove. She climbed over the center console with surprising agility, her movements fluid despite her obvious annoyance. As she settled into the driver's seat, JJ didn't waste another moment. He revved the motorcycle and sped off, the roar of the engine matching the pounding of his heart.
The drive was a blur—twisting roads and unfamiliar turns—until JJ reached his house, barely slowing down before he parked the bike and dashed back to the ambulance. Avery was just about to switch seats when he slid into the driver's seat, taking control of the vehicle before she could even protest.
"Hey, gimme a second here," she complained, sitting awkwardly halfway into JJ's lap, her body half-pressed against the middle console. The cramped space between them only seemed to heighten the tension, though neither of them acknowledged it directly.
"We don't have much time, princess," JJ replied, his voice laced with both impatience and something else—a flicker of something more complicated as her warmth pressed against him. He quickly reminded himself it didn't matter. They had bigger problems. "We gotta hide."
Avery rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh, finally shifting to her side of the vehicle, though her movements were anything but graceful. JJ could feel the weight of her exasperation, but there was something almost comforting in it—like it was their silent understanding.
As JJ pulled away from the familiar comfort of home, his chest tightened, and his thoughts drifted to his father. The gnawing sensation in his gut was impossible to ignore. His father was in jail, but for what? He couldn't even remember. His mind tried to push it away, focusing instead on the streets, the route, the plan.
