So i blame @eldaryan for convincing me writing for LITERALLY, JJC. Because obviously... we uhm.. love... him so... much. Maybe a little too much... errr
You huffed your way in to the house, with the groceries in your arm and the keys in your right hand. "Fuckin hell..." your cursed in a whisper. You're all beat from the day, and also from the poisonous society of the social media.
"Oh, she's obviously sick."
"You need a therapy. Please!"
Those words are no strangers to you, infact it's basically all you can hear since the two of you started to jump deep into shared feeling.
To them, it's nothing more than a pretty face and a mutual needs the two of you shared. Apparently a few failed romance in Hollywood, is a bad name to all of the rest. No matter what story they all have behind them, it's all the same fake made up fire love story. At first, you thought to yourself it wont ever eat up your head, just going to be another wind blowing to your face every now and then. Turns out, it's a fucking dump truck gets thrown to your face everyday. To be fair, the two of you have your own age difference. With a pretty huge... gap. Yes, it does bother you at first, but it vaporized as the relationship went on. It's beautiful, there's almost nothing of a difference between you and James. Much more like a dream. A fantasy perhaps. Both you and him met at your favorite coffeeshop, the food was eh, great. But you were there for their capuccino and a peaceful evening you needed. Home was great, but the shouting was not. Family, what can you do...
He was there, you were there. Bumped into each other while waiting to pay for your coffee, he was that charming gentleman you could only find in your make believe universe. This could be a potential 3 month heartbreak, or he could be the best you could ever pull from this 7 year old coffeeshop. Maybe it was his smile, grey-ish white beard, or the sweater he wore or even all of them. But it was right. Right place, right time, and him. The right person.
You placed the groceries on the kitchen table, relieved once you lost all the heavy weight you had to carry. You leaned your body to the counter, facing the whole kitchen. "Fuck..." palming down your head in tiredness, you furrowed your brows and let out a desprate huffed. Then you lift your head, trying to realive your whole being, hearing a voice coming from upstairs. "Yeah man, i mean, it's a long way from where i started and it- it was all in all a great experience..." you walked your way up, to hear the man you've been waiting to see all day sitting on his work chair, talking to someone from a video call on his computer. He was cheerful, bright and always smiling and it's not even a mask he put on to please people. You just leaned your body side to the door frame, him leaving the door open gave you an advantage of seeing he old man rumble with his own business. "Good man, i'll see you around later, thanks. Bye everyone." he waved one more time signaling his departure, right after that, he found you smiling, arms crossed with your eyes cheering for him. "Hi dude, how's it going, dude?" you teased him as you walked towards the man with visible excitement and the growing smile. You sat on his lap, put your head on his chest kissing the material covering his bare skin. "Me? Uhmm... well i've been missing you little missy." he kept rocking his body with you in his arms. He started to poke some of you body parts just to see you giggling like crazy. He laughed the way your body jolted a little by his touch.
"Stop it weirdo, it tickles."
"Oh yeah, well i dont care!"
He started to rain you with more fingers as you keep pushimg one after another. "James! Ha- i cant... hahha... fucking stop it c'mon..." you whined for your suffer but you can't refused the laugh that came out of you either. "Oh c'mon now, can't a strong girl like you take it? Or you're just a small little baby?" what a mock! Maybe you can do a little better to punch him back. "Excuse me sir? Little baby? Well this baby can fuc-" he kissed you with no hasitation. Shutting you down, again. Though you should've knew his move everytime you run that little mouth a little too much. Your head was filled with the taste of the inner side of his lips. You pushed him a little to look him in the eyes.
"Strawberry?" you asked him.
"Drank a little something earlier. Why does it matter?" he rolled his eyes, threw his hands lightly on air.
"Nothin..." butterflies are still wandering in your fucking stomach as you still had you hands on his chest. For a moment there you just smiled, admiring his face, with your hands playing with his beards. You pulled him one more time for a kiss before getting up and annoyed him for the unfinished business.
"I bought us something for dinner and i tho- where are yo..."
He got up from his place, took you by the arm and pull you to his side, "Got something for you here..." he showed you an opened box of package, your mind was set to thought that it was another piece of sweater or something to wear in the winter,since the two of you love to share warm clothes. "Oh what? Another hoodie?" with crossed arms you smirked at him while giving him a side eyes. "No, look." he held the box im his hand and pull the inside with the other. Which showed the mask he wore in the 2018 Halloween, "No shit! They got you the mask?!" you jumped at your excitement, it widened your eyes as you questioned him. "Yeah... i got it. I asked about it to 'em and they sent me. So... we got it right here." he handed you the mask, he knew how you loved him behind the mask. Well the only reason you didn't pull yourself away from the skin crawling fear the character brought, is because you knew the man behind it. Or it's more than you're willing to admit.
You touched the hair on the mask, feeling the rough pieces of it. "Ha, i knew the hair's fucking crusty." you mocked, giving him a little laugh. You locked eyes with him while he looked down at your smaller figure giving the heart eyes, or whatever he called it everytime your eyes sparkle.
"Uh... is that even a question?"
"Alright alright, little miss, as you please."
He took the mask from your hand and put it on him, he turned for a look in the mirror, fitting it on his head. Then, he turned back to look at you, perfectly still and silent. His breathing was the only thing filling the room. And that's all you can hear. You kept locking your eyes at the mask, paying all the attention to each of its details, the scratches, the curves of it. You asked yourself, what is it? What so attractive about the goddamn white mask? You went closer to him to hold on to his shoulders "Okay, uhmm...i like it Mr.Courtney." your arms snaked around his neck, tip toeing your feet to matched his height. You kissed the lips of the mask, tilted your head to the left with your lips, still sticking to the mask. "Nice one, James..." you teased. He was still there, hands on his side. Not moving a bit of his nerve. "Okay now, take it off let's cook someth-" he grabbed your left hand as soon as you pulled away, still with his perfect silent it started to get under your skin and made you want to go. "Hey- c'mon now, i'm hungry. James, hey! James..." you tried to pull your hand away. But his strenghts was somethin you should probably aware of by now. Hand off, you went down the stairs a little fast, unaware of James following you. "Hey i- jesus fuck! I- stop it. I'm making dinner okay!." it was a surprised as soon as you reached the floor, he held on to your side, facing him. He pushed you to the back moving towards the couch. "James! Sto- oh.. ouch..." you fell to the couch with him on top of you, though....not quite. More like... above you. You held himself with one knee on the couch and kept his balance with his leg standing straight. And with you in between his leg. "Now, now. Look at that pretty face." his words are muffled, since it was through the mask. But you captured what he said in a heartbeat. "What a shame if i turn 'em red a bit sweaty huh?" he lowered his face, trying to reach to yours. "My... my..." he cupped your face, "You're a knock out you know that, man i hit the jackpot!" and there it goes again, the goofy old man you fell in love in the coffeeshop. You laughed the way he said things through the mask, knowing a smug shit grin was probably behind it. You pulled the mask off of him and threw it to the side.
"Oh c'mon now, you dont like the mask?"
"Oh i like it sir, just prefer the man behind it." you smile watching him giggling above you. "Okay. Uhmm.. what to do..." he gave you that wondering look, and all you can think of was how handsome he look from above you. Even though the next thing he say could be something that makes you missed dinner. "Why don't you.... uh... give this ol' daddy Myers a kiss hm?"
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