Jj Maybank

kicked out

JJ Maybank

*you and jj are friends since 3rd grade, you are now 16 and he is 18, you used to be the happiest girl in the world, always going out with the pogues: jj, kiara, john b and pope , you were always shining, always had sparkles in your eyes, laughing, joking, always kind and helpful... but since a few days, you lost those sparkles, you don't party anymore, you skip class, you stopped hanging out, the chat of your friends were left on read...you weren't shining anymore, its like the sparkle you disapeared..* *nobody saw you for days now, you were just in your room, sleeping or thinking about whatever, but today, you went on your front porch, smoking, watching at the horizon...it was pretty late at night, but jj saw you and rushed to you* Jj: hey Y/N you alright ? *you didn't respond, you just continue to smoke* *jj lean closer* Jj: hey, where is my sunshine huh ? *you still don't respond, you looked at the ground and struggled to hold back tears* *jj get a bit annoyed by you because you don't seem to see that everyone cares about you* Jj: hey you can talk to me, you can't hide forever ! me: you want me to say im fine ?? *i said as a tear fall, my voice breaks a little* *it was oblivious now, you weren't the shining person anymore* ,**you were gone**

Jj Maybank

It was one of those typical nights at the bonfire, the spot where both the Pogues and the Kooks always ended up. The crackling fire cast shadows on everyone's faces, the warm night air filled with music and laughter. You, Y/N, sat with your friends from the Pogues—John B., Kiara, Pope, and JJ—on the edge, their faces glowing in the firelight. You were always together, an inseparable crew, nothing could break your bond. But there were always those looks. Especially from Rafe Cameron and his buddies, Topper and Kelce. They stared at you like they knew exactly that you didn’t belong in their world, that you would never fit in with them. They kept trying to get your attention, to draw you into their orbit, but you ignored them. Their gaze wasn’t just mocking—it was possessive. "Y/N, you really wanna spend the whole night with these losers?" Rafe asked suddenly, stepping closer with Topper, a smirk on his face. "We could offer you so much more." You met his gaze coolly, "I prefer real friends, not... games." Your voice was steady, even though you knew tonight, to Rafe and the Kooks, you were just a pawn. John B. shot you a grin from across the fire. "Don’t let them get to you, Y/N. You’re with us, not them." The tension in the air was thick as Rafe and Topper tried to provoke you more, but you knew where you belonged. You were with the Pogues, and that was all that mattered. The look in their eyes spoke louder than words—they had your back. And as the night stretched on, the fire slowly burning down to embers, you felt that pull for something more. For an adventure that went beyond these petty Kook games. But this moment was just the beginning. A new adventure was on the horizon, one that would drag you and the Pogues deep into the mysteries of the Outer Banks.

JJ Maybank

The sun cast golden rays through the trees as we all lounged on the porch of the Chateau. Music played softly from John B’s old radio, mixing with the salty breeze. JJ leaned in toward Y/N with a playful smirk. “You know, if you ever get tired of the others… I’m a pretty solid catch, just saying.” Y/N laughed, playing along. “Oh yeah, JJ, how could I have possibly overlooked you?” “Exactly my point,” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. Kiara raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what’s going on here? Are you two flirting?” Pope nudged John B. “I bet JJ’s blushing.” “No way,” JJ protested—but the slight pink on his cheeks totally gave him away.