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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They sailed away in heavy silence, the weight of their decision settling over them like a dense fog. The sun sank lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the boat. The horizon seemed to stretch endlessly, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside their minds. Every thought was clouded with doubt. Were they doing the right thing? Were they abandoning their friend when he needed them the most? Or was there truly no other choice?
JJ finally broke the silence, his voice thick with frustration. "So this is what we're doing, huh? We're just sailing out. We're just gonna forget about John B? We should never have left him. We're turning back."
Cleo was quick to respond, her voice sharp with disbelief. "No! Are you serious? We'll all get caught. What kind of plan is that?"
"A plan to stick together, Cleo," JJ shot back, his eyes fierce as he turned to face her. "Just like we did with Avery."
"Then we're dead together," Cleo snapped, her anger rising. She shook her head as she pointed at Avery, her voice tinged with bitterness. "You wanna throw her back to the wolves? Don't think for a second they won't kill her the second they get their hands on her."
JJ's breath caught in his chest, and for a moment, he stood there, frozen, his face a mask of conflict. The weight of Cleo's words hit him harder than expected, but he refused to acknowledge it. Instead, he turned back around, staring at the floor, his breath ragged as if the thought of losing anyone else was too much to bear.
"She's right," Sarah's voice came quietly, breaking the tension. "We had to leave. Or we'd all be zip-tied in the back of a pickup. We did the right thing." She said it like she was trying to convince herself just as much as everyone else. Her lips pressed tightly together as she continued to steer the boat, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
Avery sat motionless on one of the couches, the sounds of their conversation a distant hum as she stared at her hands. Her thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last, as guilt churned in her stomach. She could hear them arguing, but she couldn't bring herself to join in. She felt disconnected from the world around her, lost in the weight of their decisions.
Then, a phone rang—loud and jarring in the quiet of the boat. It startled Avery, pulling her from her thoughts. She glanced down at the phone in her hands, still frozen in place. The eyes of her friends were upon her now, waiting.
"It's Portis," she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
JJ's head snapped around, his body tensing. "Portis? That's John B. That's definitely John B. Hold on." He rushed to her side, grabbing the phone from her trembling hands. His fingers fumbled for a moment before he pressed the phone to his ear, then swiftly hit the speakerphone button, hoping to catch even a glimpse of John B's voice.
The connection was shaky. The line crackled, cutting in and out, and for a few agonizing seconds, they could hear nothing but static. Sarah leaned forward, straining to make out any words. When the sound cleared a little, only fragments of John B's voice reached them.
