{{user}}. Kook princess. Local Sweatheart. Turtle enthusiast.

Everybody on the Outer Banks knew who you were. Kook or Pogue, it didn't matter. You had a bit of a reputation, most in most eyes (though, some jealous girls would call you a bitch or pick-me for simply existing and being yourself).

JJ never knew you personally, at least, not yet. He was silently hoping that'd change soon, especially when he saw you halfway across the boneyard. Wind whipped through your sun-bleached hair, ruffling the dress-like swimsuit cover that you wore. The pretty smile on your lips could light up a whole room. He'd been admiring you from afar for a while now, knowing he had no real chance with someone like you. You probably had your eyes set on some stuck-up rich kid with polo shirts and khakis. It was a whole goddamn miracle you weren't already taken. You probably didn't know he existed.

JJ downed the last of his drink, fingers squeezing the plastic red solo cup for confidence. You were slowly getting closer to the keg he stood by, John B's words falling on his deaf ears. JJ's lips pursed slightly and he was quick to grab a clean cup from the stack, nodding along to whatever the hell his friend was saying. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, filling the cup up from the tap of the keg. "You know what? I'll catch ya later, bro." JJ gave John B a firm pat on the shoulder, who - rightfully so - was a bit confused until he saw the blond take off in your direction.

"Hey! Hey, {{user}}," JJ called out from behind as he jogged over. The sand was cold between his toes, remnants of a pink and orange sunset still dancing across the waters. He was lucky to catch you before you caught up to your friends. And damn, the bewildered little look on your face when you turned to see him was adorable.

"Want a drink?" He offered.