a/n: welcome to my first imagine! i'm open to feedbacks :)
TV show: Outer Banks
trigger warning: physical abuse
word count: 2130
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It started as an ordinary day of the Pogues. John B and I was picking us all up with the HMS Pogue. After we picked up Kiara and Pope, we all went to JJ's house and sat in the boat. We started to wait for JJ to come out.
After ten minutes of waiting and calling his name, he finally stumbled out of the house with a bag in hand, shouting, "GO! GO!" as he ran towards us and jumped into the boat.
"What the hell, JJ?" John B questioned, concerned as we saw JJ's father coming out of the house slurring and cursing loudly, stumbling towards us.
"Forget about it. Just go!" JJ responded with a shaky voice. All of us knew better than to ask twice.
The rest of the day was pretty normal for us, the Pogues. Well— other than JJ's quietness. He was usually the one who made the jokes and rifled us all up so we all could tell something was wrong. Knowing JJ, we all know better than to bother him when he's in his thoughts.
For the day, we all chilled on the boat in the middle of the marsh; drinking, smoking, and laughing about the things we've done together. The only one that hadn't spoken a word the whole time was JJ. I wanted to say something but I didn't want to make him more overwhelmed. I wanted to ask what happened and see if he's okay but he never has opened up to any of us. I decided to wait until I got him alone.
"JJ? You good?" Pope asked, putting his hand on his shoulder softly.
JJ stood up brushing Pope's hand off his shoulder. He walked towards me and sat right beside me. He looked at me with a small smile on his face but I could see the pain in his eyes. Pope cleared his throat, gave me a look and went to the back of the boat and cuddled with Kiara.
I have been best friends with JJ long before I met the rest of the Pogues so we always had that close of a bond. JJ rest his head on my shoulder, sighing. I leaned my head on his and gave him a side hug.
My heart started beating rapidly. I know that he may have needed to get away from Pope trying to comfort him. But I also knew that I loved him, so every time he was close... my heart feels like it's about to jump out of my chest. Hell, I loved him so much that I just wanted to take him in my arms right now and tell him that I will always be here for him. But I knew he wouldn't like that after his reaction when Pope was trying to help.
