summary; you and jj hooked up, but when you bump into him you cant seem to remember his name
warnings; mentions of sex nothing graphic, a tiny mention of absent parents, no spoilers i don't think, partying duh, drinking & smoking weed, swearing
note; this is like pre-poguelandia obvi. i just got back into the account it's been forever, i write & talk about football players too much more often now on @lushlovers ;)
Growing up without having anyone really there as a parent, JJ typically did whatever he pleased when he wasn't with John B. He had had his fair share of brief flings with mostly tourists but the occasional girl from the island managed to get in there somehow. It wasn't anything serious in his mind and he still saw them from time to time, but whenever they like to talk about it is when he decided to take his leave.
He's so used to having girls constantly chasing him that when he's rarely rejected it's quite humbling and hilarious in Kie and Pope's opinions. That face. Not just any face, but your face, he swears he recognizes you and he's almost certain it was a situation where he had managed to get you back to the chateau with his "sweet talk."
The way the moon shines down on your skin is making you almost glow and JJ is damn near star-struck. In his head, he's giving himself a little pep talk before heading over to possibly chat you up once more, "You're doing a little too much thinking," John B pipes up, clapping him on the shoulder and glancing in the direction his friends been staring in for far too long unless it has to do with girls, food, or weed. Two of those are true.
Sure enough, a few feet away is a girl with a blunt between her lips, and the blond's practically drooling, "Go, say something, dude!" JB whispers warm breath fanning over his warming face shoving his friend your way. It's not been since middle school that this man has been nervous to talk to a pretty girl before, but here he is.
Before he even has the time to gather his barrens he's sat right next to you without a damn thing that he can think to say, "Hi," he smiles, hopefully, you'll take the lead on the conversation because apparently tonight he's lost his ability to do so. He's internally punching himself for being so tongue-tied and nervous.
"Y'seem familiar," your voice is slow and so is your brain from the weed, and the way you're looking at him with your eyes all hooded makes his stomach do somersaults. He decides to try and jog your memory a bit, "'m JJ, it comes out sounding almost like a question, and when your brows crease even further his shoulders slump as he releases a sigh of half disappointment and half regret for even coming to talk to you.
"Wait! Like Maybank, Kie's friend," as everything rushes back to you in a few moments, you're kind of sat there looking up at him. This man has seen you in such insane ways and not to mention the best time of your life, not even just with the physical aspect he's a great guy and god is he funny. And also really hot. Now you're the one star-struck.
