𝓔𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 | Outer Banks | JJ & Kiara

It's fine

Kiara

"That's a terrible solution, and you know it."

I can feel Pope's body stiffing while he's laying beside me, holding a fuzzy pillow, his bare feet resting on my wooden bed-head. I frown, deeply annoyed by his not-surprising disapproval.

"It's a great idea!" I insist, aggressively gesticulating. "And it will be good for him." I hoped.

"As if he would care enough to take it seriously." Pope chides under his breath, cynical. His body starts moving uncomfortably. "You know him. He won't accept your help."

"He knows me. I won't leave him alone if he turns down my offer." I say, amused. Pope isn't delighted by my plan. JJ might be a stubborn guy, however, he won't stand a chance against me. I talked him into waxing his whole body, once.

"I think you should give him space..." A full minute goes by before he says that. Pope stands up abruptly, picking up his backpack off the warm, wooden floor. "... And maybe focus yourself on other things." Other guy, he meant.

I say nothing to his insinuation, and I don't look at him leaving my bedroom in a hurry. Maybe I should've, tough. He doesn't deserve my lack of commitment. I don't deserve him.

[...]

"Hey, JJ!" I yell, skateboarding towards him, taking a look at our tiny, ol' boat. HMS Pogue. He's laying on his back, his Patagonia cap covering his face to protect him from a sunburn.

I chuckle at his lack of response, while he's still peacefully sleeping, unaware of what I'm about to do.

I get off my skateboard and push it to a hidden spot behind a few bushes. I quickly take off my dirty white vans and hop on board.

"Wake up, fucker!" I yell at the top of my lungs, a few inches from his sun-burnt ear.

"What?" He pacifically mutters, yawning. Oh, great. He's been smoking. JJ can't be mad when he's stoned, he's as peaceful as an hippie plant-mom.

Eyes too lazy, unbothered by my hysterical screams... Weed, for sure. Honestly? Our friends say it's a relief not having to deal with his way-too-energetic behavior all the time. JJ is like a fucking five-year-old kid in a candy store when he's sober. Always talking non-stop and doing shit.

"Stop smoking weed, dude." I complain, taking a sit by his side. He sprawls his arms and legs like a lazy cat, shoving his cap on my head playfully. His blond hair was sloppy and dry. Maybe I'd try to convince him of doing a hair-mask any other day.

"I swear I will. When I'm dead. " I roll my eyes at him, doubting his exaggerated statement.

Smoke weed everyday was his motto, yeah. I'm down for a spliff every once in a while, but I wish JJ would stop smoking and drinking for good. I'd even quit smoking too, to give him some moral support, actually.

That guy could be a freaking Surf pro, probably catching waves in Gold Coast or Oahu. He was the best even while stoned as a rock, could only be better when sober. Smoking or drinking like JJ wouldn't do any good to a professional surfer.

"I have an offer to make." I announce, trying not to beat around the bush.

"Are you offering me sex?" He asks, cocking his head. I look at him, flustered, catching his childish grin showing fake innocence. "Oh, right... I forgot about you and Pope." There's no me and Pope. The annoying grin turned into a frown.

"There's no me and Pope. We kissed, we're not boyfriend-and-girlfriend."

"You should tell him about it, then." He says, taking his cap off my head.