In which five troubled teens embark on a dangerous treasure hunt
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In which two best friends learn the brutal difference between love and friendship and everything in between
JJ x OC
#14 in obx
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"Any particular reason you chose to dress me like a hooker?" Devyn wondered aloud as the two began their trek back to the Boneyard. She had made JJ promise not to talk about what happened at her house, at least for the night, which she knew was going to be hard for him.
"Purely for my own self-enjoyment," JJ grinned, licking his lips as his eyes scanned her body. He had picked out a pair of frayed black jeans shorts and his favorite shirt of hers, a lacy maroon crop top that accentuated her curves.
"Pervert," she giggled, screeching as his arms snaked around her waist, picking her up and spinning her in a circle. "Knock it off!" Devyn grinned from ear to ear as he set her back down, her smile never fading as he took her hand in his, swinging it back and forth with each step they took. JJ would do anything just to hear that angelic laugh, anything.
They had held hands before, hundreds of times even, but this felt different. This made Devyn's stomach tingle in an unfamiliar way, certainly not helping her already confused feelings. This was uncharted territory. She never allowed herself to get close to people in that way. It required a level of vulnerability she knew she wasn't capable of, which is why JJ was causing some internal turmoil for her. She was used to meaningless hookups and casual flirting, not feelings and hand holding.
"You're gonna break my arm," Dev laughed as JJ continued to swing their interlocked hands aggressively, trying to make them rotate in a full circle.
"You're fine," JJ dismissed her with a wave of his free hand. "Come on, little missy. Walk faster, let's go!" He began to drag her impatiently as she increased her speed, taking longer steps to keep up with the hyperactive teen as they approached the Boneyard.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Pope called out to the pair as their feet met the damp sand, causing Devyn's nose to scrunch at the small granules between her toes. 16 years living on the OBX and she still hated when sand stuck to her feet.
"Yeah, yeah," Devyn laughed as she released JJ's hand, not wanting to have that conversation with her friends until she knew how she felt. "Tell that to the drama queen who has no fashion taste."
JJ scoffed as he placed a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. "Words hurt, Keoka. You better watch your step."
Devyn only chuckled as they finally crossed the beach to where her friends were, watching as Kie dipped her feet into the ocean. The girl had such a powerful aura; she was so selfless, so loyal to everyone, so invested in the lives of others. She had never felt so fiercely cherished until she met Kiara.
She opened her mouth to say something to Pope, before John B approached her rapidly, grabbing her face in his hands, inspecting her wounds.
"What the hell happened to your face?" John B asked worriedly, jerking her head every which way to see her bruises from all angles, her neck cracking angrily in response.
"Would you stop that?" Devyn smacked his hands, causing him to release her, his hands held up defensively, eyebrows raised in question.
"Seriously, what happened?" John B asked lowly, his back to Pope and JJ who were having a heated discussion about who could do a better keg stand. JJ had the strength but Pope had the balance. Neither of them had the stomach for it. It was a tough one in her opinion.
