If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too.
JJ MAYBANK / FEM!OC
OBX SEASON 1
FIRST DRAFT ⸻ 05/08/20 → 07/17/20
EDITED ⸻ 02/09/23 → 04/19/23
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Kathryn stares at the clock. Three AM. It's almost taunting her, she thinks. Because she needs sleep, after what happened at the salvage yard. Even if it's only half a second. Instead, she gets a lousy playlist of her worst moments on a loop. The latest hit is what she said to JJ.
She knows deep down that it's fair. How he reacted. An eye for an eye – she gets it. She would've done the same, truthfully. It doesn't sting any less. But maybe it's for the better. No one would know her secrets now, because there was no one to care about them. Or her, for that matter.
It's how it was meant to be anyway, right? Just her. No Pogues, no John B. No JJ. That's why she keeps people away. That's why she lets the anger win. It's easier. And she wanted this, didn't she? She's not sure.
There's a knock on her window. She half expects JJ to be throwing rocks at her window, so she's not exactly eager to open it. Or she is, a bit too much. She hasn't decided yet.
Another knock, and she closes her door before opening the window with a sigh. John B's standing in the yard. She looks around. She can see the Twinkie, but nobody's inside. He came alone. She's almost disappointed. Relieved. She wishes this was less confusing at least.
Still, she's not particularly ecstatic. He probably wants a little heart to heart. "Oh Romeo, Romeo, could you please stop screwing around and go?"
He laughs a bit too loud – Henry might hear it. "Juliette, let down your hair!"
She stares at him. "Mate, that's Rapunzel. What the fuck?"
"I'm sorry I'm not a nerd."
"What do you want?" she asks, cutting the discourse short. "Because I'm not in the mood to talk, it's three AM. Unless of course, you want to tell me you're hiding something again?"
John B nods thoughtfully, because he's used to her sarcasm by now, and knows answering it gets him nowhere. "Now that you made your point, can I make mine?"
"Depends," she retorts, raising an eyebrow. "Are you actually hiding something else from me?"
He takes out a small cardboard box. "Only flour for the pancakes."
