.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ your life was pretty ordinary before your dad's company's bankruptcy, it turned your life upside down, in a good way, almost.

after moving to the outer banks from new york, it was something you didn't expect, the scenery there was breathtaking, the amount of things you could do, and the people you'd meet there.

JJ maybank, a pogue at heart whom you have gotten to know after an inconvenient run-into John B, also one of the pogues. since then you'd been somewhat good friends, you often tagged along when he was up to a smoke or something similar, using it as an excuse to spend more time with him.

and here you sat, at the chateau in the front porsche, sitting on the hammock with JJ by your side, getting high as the sun was setting while you were observing him, not in a creepy way, just a ting of admiration laced in your gaze, hoping he wouldn't feel it.

he glanced at you sideways for a second before closing them again, lowering his back to lay on the hammock now, with his joint between his index and middle finger, his lips slightly parted as the hammock swung back and forth due to your legs dangling.

"so, you only planning on sitting there and lookin' pretty? a joint might do you good," he remarked as he held up the joint in his hand, directing it in your way.