soul deep | jj maybank
helloooo i have risen from the dead once again!!!! and itâs about my baby jj
just like âi knowâ this is a 5+1 concept but i got a extremely carried away. i aged them up because iâm old. this follows very loosely with season 2 because i used some of the season as a guide. anyways, buckle up, grab a snack, and maybe a drink because this is 38.1k words this time lmfaaoooo i hope you enjoy
i love you already
warnings: nothing more than whatâs in the show, language tho, and like kind of an unreliable narrator
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Loud, frantic, knocking startles you out of your stupor as you mindlessly watch tv in your living room. The knocks echo down the hallway and into the space youâre occupying as they become more and more incessant. It irritates you enough that you almost donât want to get up to answer it but when you hear a familiar voice yell out âIâm trying, ok!â you jump up and hurry down the hall, the knocking suddenly making you anxious. You can recognize that voice from a mile away and you havenât heard such frenzied knocking with it in a few months and you were honestly hoping youâd never have to hear it again. What normally comes after you answer the door to that type of knocking is never good. It usually leads to a very long, and emotional, few days.
When you yank the door open, youâre met with five people soaked from head to toe with your lovely boyfriend at the head of them all. Every single one of them are filthy, covered in mud, and absolutely dripping wet. Theyâre panting, trying to catch their breaths, as they frantically look down both sides of the street. You rake your eyes over all of them and try to assess the situation youâre being presented with before anyone speaks.
They look at you with their brows furrowed, their attention quickly focusing on you and clearly forgetting that theyâre very obviously running from something. You see their questions burning bright in their eyes but you donât even bother to answer them because you wouldnât even know how to begin to. You look at each of them slowly before dragging your eyes over to your boyfriend, immediately making contact with him when you do- like he was waiting for it. And thereâs a good chance that he was.
Your boyfriendâs eyes are wide with the silent question, the plea, to let them in. He looks anxious, bouncing on his toes, fiddling with his hands, but he doesnât look away from you and thatâs all you need to know that you have to help him. Stepping away from the door, you open it a bit more and step to the side to let the group in. âDown the hall and to the left. Go stand in the kitchen so you donât dirty the house and I'll get you all towels and clean clothes.â
Four of them all push each other around frantically as they try to get through the door in one mass but eventually they do get enough of a grip to get through it one by one. You watch as they hurry down the hall and turn into the kitchen before turning back to the one who still stands just outside the door. Letting out a sigh, you step out onto the porch and close the door behind you as you do but you make sure to leave it slightly ajar.
âWhat are you guys running from, JJ?â
Your boyfriend looks up at you and the guilt swimming in his eyes makes you frown a bit. âThe cops.â
Groaning, you bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose, âWhy?â
âWell, those are the friends of mine youâve never really met. And like- you know John B, the one that was dead?â JJ pauses and waits for your confirmation. When you nod, he continues, âWell heâs back and not really dead but heâs also on the run because they think he killed the sheriff.â
You nod, âIâve watched the news, JJ.â
JJ grimaces at your tone, âYou believe me though, right? You believe me when I tell you that he didnât do it?â
âYeah, JJ, I believe you,â you sigh, moving your hand to rub at the middle of your forehead with your palm. âBut why are you here now? Especially since you didnât want to involve me with any of the stuff youâve been going through.â
âYou know I don't want you involved because I don't want you being hurt or end up being wrapped up in all of it. You deserve more than being stuck in our shit,â JJ states, stepping a little closer.
You shake your head, âI know. That's not why I brought it up. I don't care that I'm not involved, I have my own things to deal with, but I do care when you show up here unannounced with four other people in tow and running from the police. You donât want me wrapped up in everything but harboring a fugitive is a good way for that to happen.â
JJ shakes his head this time, bringing his arms up to hold your face between his hands, âI won't let anyone find out what youâre doing, okay? We just need to lay low for a bit. Only until they calm down on the police presence and we can figure out where we need to go next.â
âAs long as youâre careful and I don't lose you too, JJ, youâre more than welcome to stay here. You are always welcome here.â you smile and he reciprocates, running his thumbs across the apples of your cheeks.
âI'm being as careful as I can. I won't do anything to make you worry about losing me, alright?â
When you nod in agreement, JJ leans in to place a sweet kiss to your lips. One that you greedily push into, wanting more after having not seen him for a few days.
âMake sure they donât dirty anything though.â you say once you pull away.
JJ nods and grins brightly at you, darting in to place three quick kisses to your lips before bounding through the door. He yells out an âI told you!â just as he turns the corner to the kitchen. Taking in a deep, calming breath to prepare yourself for all the people now in your house, you follow after your boyfriend. Making sure the door is locked behind you, you move around the lower floor of your house to close all blinds and curtains. You have a strong gut feeling that thereâs going to be police making neighborhood sweeps here pretty soon and you donât want to draw attention to your home. Not when your boyfriend is here and you want to keep him safe.
You take your time to gather clothes and towels upstairs, wanting to give yourself time to gather your bearings before dealing with and meeting JJâs friends for the first time. You know of them, youâve seen them around the island, they were starting high school when you were a junior; itâs just that your friend groups have always been so wildly different that youâve all just never met face to face. And even with you having known JJ personally for almost three years now, you still have never really met them.
JJ says itâs because he wants something for himself. That he and his friends share everything, can never have something for just themselves, that they know absolutely everything about one another. Youâre the one thing no one knows. The one, single thing he can have for himself and not worry about anyone ruining it for him. Youâre apart from his dad- the one person who has ruined everything for him since he was a child. Youâre apart from his friends that donât know how to mind their own business most of the time. Youâre apart but youâre with him. And youâre happy to be apart with him if it means he gets to be happy, to have something that wonât get ruined by others. Youâll do anything for him to be happy.
Over the years youâve been with him youâve seen him relax, become a less anxious version of the person youâve known him to be. He thanks you for it almost every day, for being the calm to his chaos. Says youâve been that for him since the moment you met and you always want to be that person for him. The one person he can always count on to be there for him, to help him escape the shitty things in his life even if itâs only for a little while.
Youâve never been mad at him for not telling his friends about you because you understand it. You understand the need to want to have something for yourself. Something you can cherish in the quiet. To be able to savor something and make it real and strong and unbreakable. The watchful eye of others can make that difficult. Youâre happy with JJ and youâre happy with your relationship with him.
Finally entering the kitchen, towels and clothes in hand, JJ immediately turns to you as if sensing your presence. He smiles at you as you hand him a stack of items in your arms, âShow them where they can get changed.â
âLet me introduce you first,â JJ says as he takes the pile of things from you. âThis is Pope, Kiara but you can call her Kie, John B, and Sarah.â he points at each respective person and you smile at them, nodding your head in a slight greeting.
They look at you pensively as JJ hands them each a towel and a pair of clothes.
âHow do you guys know each other?â John B asks and you can hear the confusion in his tone before you even look back to him. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are pursed and he looks like heâs mentally flipping through a rolodex of memories to find one with you in it. You almost laugh because you know he wonât find it. He turns to JJ, âHow do you know someone the rest of us donât?â
JJ shrugs, âI can have a life outside of you guys, you know.â
âWell yeah,â Kie says and she looks the most skeptical of them all. âBut like- how long have you known each other? Weâre never apart long enough for you to get to know someone else.â
âThere's a lot of time we donât spend together, Kie.â JJ states, wrapping his towel around his shoulders. âAnd during that time, I made a friend. A good one at that.â
You smile a little at his words, feeling a blush dust your cheeks. JJ looks at you then, sending a wink your way that baffles everyone in the room but you choose to ignore them. Youâre about to leave the room and let JJ handle the rest when you catch sight of Sarah.
âLet me get a first aid kit,â you mumble when you take note of the blood on her and the way sheâs cradling her side. Feeling the anxiety creep up in you at the thought of her being hurt, you move out of the room before anyone says anything else to you to retrieve the kit you keep stocked up in the bathroom.
She nods gratefully when you return.
You notice that, in your quick absence, the guys have fully changed and that Kie still stands off to the side in her same clothes, working dutifully to dry her hair. Turning to her, you offer her to change elsewhere, âIf you want to change in the bathroom, you just continue down the hall you came in and itâll be the second door on your right.â
Kie nods at you and leaves the room, side-eying Pope as she goes. You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at them. You get the apprehension. You do. Theyâre on the run from the police and youâre someone theyâve never met before but youâve willingly let them into your home, thereâs no reason for them to truly doubt you.
âSit.â you demand once you turn back to Sarah. She looks a little startled but does as sheâs told with no hesitation. She limps and groans all the way to the chair you pointed to and sits down, stretching out her leg and leaning back the way you tell her to.
âDo you know how to do this?â she questions, not really looking like she cares about the answer. Her eyes are closed and sheâs taking steadying breaths.
âWith my eyes closed,â you inform her as you think of all the times youâve had to clean up and bandage your boyfriend.
You tap the side of her thigh to get her attention and when she opens her eyes you hand her the pain medicine and water you had collected while instructing her how to sit. Once she takes it, you sit beside her and get to work. She flinches when you unbutton her shorts and youâre quick to apologize for not giving her a warning. She winces at the pull of the tape, already on her, and you give her a comforting smile as you try to smooth over the irritated skin. You try as hard as you can to not cause her any discomfort when you have to rub at the dry blood but she hisses at the contact anyway. You canât help but apologize to her.
âDo you have any food?â JJ breaks the comfortable quiet that was created in the kitchen while everyone watched you work.
âYeah.â
âCan we like-â
âYeah.â you cut him off, apologizing quietly to Sarah when you accidentally press down a little too hard on her wound again.
Another pair of footsteps enter the kitchen then, âI hope you donât mind, I used your shower real quick.â Kie announces.
âI don't.â
Sarah tips her head down to watch you then, your direct tone of voice peaking her interest. For someone who doesnât really look like theyâd be so sharp and to the point, youâre one of the most direct people sheâs ever come in contact with. She almost feels bad. You seem so uncomfortable having so many people around you. Your muscles are taut and your movements are sharp. You have a gentle touch but she can see how rigid your body is as you move about cleaning her up. Your eyes donât stray away from the task at hand but she can see how your attention is on every other movement in the kitchen.
You show absolutely no emotions on your face, keeping yourself neutral as you clean away any sort of blood. When she winces at an antiseptic being pressed to her skin, youâre quick to blow on the skin to cool it down, to take away the edge of the sting. It makes her smile. She can see right through your stoic facade and how much you truly care.
She suspects that it must be because of JJ. That you care about him and that is the reason youâve let them all into your house to begin with. And they wouldnât be here if it werenât for JJ in the first place. It was his idea after all to hide out here, claiming that no one knows you know him and that no one would suspect to look here. It confused Sarah at first because she honestly didnât believe JJ would know someone that no one else did.
And sheâs clearly not the only one who thought so. With John B's comment earlier and with his face contorted in the deepest confusion, heâs definitely thinking the same thing as Sarah. He moves his head sporadically, back and forth back and forth between you and JJ like heâs watching a tennis match. Sarah can tell heâs trying to figure it out. Figure out when JJ wouldâve met you and clearly gotten so close with you enough for him to trust you. Close enough for you to open the door, let them hide here, and help them.
Sarah canât help but notice Kie and Pope though, how apprehensive they both still look. Even with everything youâve done so far to make sure theyâre all going to be okay they still look skeptical, looking at you through narrowed, calculating, eyes. They look around the area and at you with almost judgmental eyes and it makes her frown. You seem like such a nice person. And it seems like they havenât even realized how relaxed JJ is right now.
For as long as sheâs known him, heâs always been one of the most anxiety ridden people she has ever known. Always on edge, jumpy, and always ready to attack. But Sarah sees him now, with his shoulders relaxed and his breathing easier than it normally is. His face looks as close to peaceful as one can be when theyâre awake and that means a lot. Especially for JJ, he's not one to be very relaxed at all. Even when heâs in the comfort of his best friends or somewhere safe, his face is always contorted with some level of distress. But not right now. Right now an easiness flows out of him like water running in a stream as he fluidly moves around your kitchen to make sandwiches.
âHow can we trust her not to call the cops?â Kie asks, cutting into the idle chatter thatâs settled around the room. Sarah frowns at the question, having assumed it was pretty obvious at this point that you were trustworthy enough.
You tense at the question, removing your hands from Sarah and folding them in your lap.
âYou can trust her,â JJ responds without a second thought, not even bothering to look up from the sandwich heâs making.
The nonchalant answer from JJ seems to floor Kie, her jaw dropping a little as she looks at him with an expression filled with pure disbelief. âHow can you be sure?â
JJ now looks up from the sandwich heâs making and runs his eyes across the room. He frowns when he sees everyoneâs expression and Sarah can guess that he thought everyone was doing okay with being here. His eyes linger on you longer than the rest, assessing you, taking in your rigid body and your stoic face. He's slow to drag his eyes away from you to look at Kie. âI trust her.â
That should be a good enough answer for anyone because JJ doesnât trust people very easily. You of all people know that. It took JJ a long time to be able to trust you with even the most mundane things. But once you proved to him that he could trust you, he opened up like a book and never kept anything from you ever again. He comes to you for everything little, big, thing that happens to him now. You figured his friends would understand how big trust is to JJ and how much it means to him.
âBut we donât even know her!â Kie tries to argue and for someone who just used someone elseâs shower without asking she sure does hold a lot of hostility in her tone. It makes you roll your eyes.
Youâre getting more and more agitated as time goes on. Youâre uncomfortable with the attention youâre receiving and you donât like being talked about as if youâre not there. You clench your jaw and try your best not to lose your shit on JJâs friends.
âBut I know her.â
âJJ, you know a lot of people.â Pope sighs.
âYeah, but I know and trust her.â JJ says it like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. And it should be because once again, JJ doesnât just trust anybody.
âBut-â
âHey look,â you snap in irritation, tossing the first aid kit to the table as you stand. âYou can stay in my house all you want, just donât talk about me as if I'm not here. If you donât trust me you can leave but also, youâre here in my house, eating my food, wearing my clothes, and using my shower so I'd say you should be able to trust me. I'm helping you and if you have anything to say about it, you can give me my things back and you can leave.â
JJ looks at you, a frown on his face and an apology in his eyes. He takes a step closer to you but you shoot him a warning glare, telling him not to come any closer. Youâre far too on edge to accept anything right now.
Kiara lets out a breath, closing her eyes to gain her composure. âYou're right. Iâm sorry,â she says and opens her eyes to look at you. It looks genuine and you nod at her. âI just havenât slept properly in the past few days. Iâve witnessed a murder. My parents arenât happy with me and now I'm running from the police.â
You nod at her again, âYeah itâs a lot, I get it, but that doesnât give you the right to disrespect the person who is willingly protecting you from all that.â
Pope shrugs his shoulders at that and speaks for the first time since heâs been here, âItâs not so much disrespect, is it?â His tone is condescending and it makes your eyebrows rise to nearly your hair line.
âPope,â JJ warns. Kiara sighs his name at the same time.
âNo, itâs true. Itâs not disrespect, Itâs more apprehension than anything.â Pope says as he looks at you. âLook, I'm sure weâre all super grateful youâre letting us in but you have to understand that weâve been through a lot in the past few months. And a lot of people we thought we could trust, turns out we couldnât. You seem nice enough but how are we to know?â
âI understand all that youâve been through recently, JJ has told me everything. I wouldn't let you in in the first place if I didn't believe him.â
âEverything?â John B questions, the furrow in his eyebrows returning. The group looks at one another briefly before thereâs five pairs of eyes on you. You canât help but shift uncomfortably at the attention. âYou know about the go- JJ how long have you known her?! You canât just tell people about this!â
âWe've known each other for like three years,â JJ says flippantly as he moves his body to stand in front of you. Shielding your body with his own from the judgmental eyes of his friends. âAnd I trust her.â
âHow have you been able to keep her from meeting us then? If it really has been that long.â
âI mean I do have my own life. I go to work and I'm in school,â you answer, feeling annoyed at the fact they assume youâd just hang around JJ all the time like your life depended on it. You do crave his presence, his touch, the conversation he provides, the comfort he gives, and wish to be with him as much as possible but you both live your own lives and you both understand that.
âAnd you guys donât pay as much attention to me as you like to think you do,â JJ adds and the sullen tone he takes on makes your heart clench. You gently press the tips of your fingers into his lower back to give him some comfort. He pushes into the touch. âYou guys only start to look for me after you havenât seen me for a few days or if youâre ready to party and you need me to swipe something for it.â
âThat's not true,â Kiara says.
âYeah, whereâd you even come up with that?â Pope asks.
JJ scoffs, âItâs not something I just came up with; itâs something I've noticed. I'm a lot more perceptive than you give me credit for.â
âYouâre clearly reading it wrong,â Kiara frowns and she takes a step closer.
âI don't mind it. Iâm not saying you guys don't care about me or anything like that,â JJ shrugs, ''I know you guys do and you guys want to make sure I'm alright but I've also noticed this as well. It doesnât happen all the time but we all get caught up in our own shit and itâs easy to forget. Iâm just saying you guys do end up leaving me alone a lot and during that time I was able to meet y/n and get to know her enough to trust her.â
A very uncomfortable silence settles around the room as everyone just kind of looks at one another. JJâs words seem to have hit them a bit harder than they were expecting them to. Not wanting to be in the middle of anything, you press into JJâs back for a brief moment before turning around to face Sarah again. She has a sly smile on her lips when you look at her and you canât help but return it. You know she saw the contact between yourself and JJ, given that she was the only one behind you but you canât find it in yourself to care. âDo you need me to help you to the bathroom?â
She lets out a sigh, âPlease.â
You help her stand, throwing one of her arms around your shoulder and one of yours around her waist to support her. She groans in pain but follows you along easily. You grab the extra towel and set of clothes, left on the counter, as you pass and guide her down the hallway to the bathroom.
âIf you'd like to shower, you can. The bandage is water resistant,â you inform, placing the clothes on the counter.
She nods, sitting down on the toilet to catch her breath. âThank you. And I'm sorry about the others.â
âIt's alright, I get it. I'd have a hard time trusting some random ass person if I were in the shit you guys are in.â
Sarah tilts her head from side to side, âYeah, but youâre not just a random person, are you?â
You let out a breathy chuckle, âNo, I guess not.â
âYou know, I've never seen JJ look so relaxed. When heâs out with us, heâs always so tense and jumpy like heâs ready to attack. He's not like that here and I wish the others saw that. It was enough for me to trust you.â
Humming, you give her a smile, âI also didnât shove my fingers into your wound there and make it worse.â
Sarah laughs, her head falling back with it. âTrue! It feels so good right now. Itâs really been bothering me.â
âIt was close to getting infected. I hope I was able to stop that process.â
âWell, thank you.â she smiles at you.
âOf course,â you nod, âEverything you could possibly wish for in a shower I have so feel free to use it. Thereâs lotions, deodorant, toothbrushes and toothpaste, perfumes, all in the cabinets. If you need anything else, I'll be in my room which is upstairs and the third door to the left.â
âThank you,â she says once again but sheâs quick to furrow her brows, âDo you live here alone?â
âYeah, but my boyfriend is here most of the time.â
Sarah's eyebrows raise in complete amusement, a grin on her lips. you can see the teasing cloud her eyes, âOh? You have a boyfriend?â
You send a wink her way, âI do.â
âHmm I wonât tell anyone who it is.â
Teasingly frowning at her, you say âI wouldn't even know whoâd you tell them it is. You donât even know.â
âRight.â she nods, her face serious even though you can see sheâs fighting a laugh. âIt's not obvious at all.â
Shrugging, you move to leave her alone, âApparently not, at least to everyone else.â
The door closes with Sarah laughing on the other side of it and you canât help but let out a giggle at the sound. It's good to hear, especially when you know the trauma sheâs been through recently. You only wish to help and youâre glad you were able to make her feel good enough to laugh so carefree.
Wandering back down the hall and to the kitchen, the chatter comes to a stop when you walk in and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. You look at JJ, ignoring everyone else there. âFeed yourselves and get their clothes washed. Show them where to sleep and how to work the tvâs.â you look around and make eye contact with everyone else. âYouâre welcome to stay here for as long as you need, just please keep things clean. I hate when things are dirty.â
John B nods and gives you a smile, âThank you.â
âYeah.â you nod back, looking at JJ again. âIf you need me for anything I'll be in my room.â
JJ nods and you can see the concern floating in his features but you just give him a small smile before turning around.
You desperately wish JJ were here by himself so you could wrap yourself around him. Settle into him and relax, maybe take a nap since you havenât slept so well the past few nights without him here. Give him kisses and have him kiss you without anyone there. Youâre not too sure if JJ wants to tell everyone about you yet and youâre not going to be the one to do it yourself if JJ doesnât want that. You respect his wishes and how he wants to live his life with you in it. Heâs the furthest thing from a neglectful boyfriend so you have absolutely no qualms about your status with him.
It takes all of about forty-five minutes before your door is opened and JJ is peeking in. He gives you an excited smile as he closes and locks the door behind him. You canât help but smile back at him, he looks freshly showered and the soft look in his eyes makes your stomach swoop happily.
âHowâd you sneak away?â
JJ is at the foot of your bed now, looking at you with so much adoration it makes you smile. âThey fell asleep pretty quick.â you follow him with your eyes as he moves up the bed, crawling over you with his hands on either side of your body. Your legs part automatically to accommodate his body settling in above yours and you cradle his hips between your thighs. âHello, pretty lady of mine,â he greets.
A blush paints your cheeks and you smile at him as you run your hands up his bare arms to wrap your fingers around his biceps. He lets out a hum at the touch. âMmm, hi baby,â you whisper.
âI can't believe I've had to go this long without a proper greeting,â he scoffs, a gentle smile on his lips. He leans down to caress your nose with his, breathing in a deep breath and his body relaxing with it. You feel your own body relax, your muscles loosening and becoming less tense with him being so close.
Tipping your head back, you bump your chin against his, âWell then, what are you waiting for?â
JJ doesnât need to be told twice and he surges forward, bringing your lips together in a bruising kiss. It knocks every ounce of breath out of you and you canât help the gasp you let out. JJ immediately takes the opportunity of your gasp to shove his tongue into your mouth, taking claim to you in a second flat.
You let out a moan and push into the kiss with everything you have, trying to convey every bit of longing you can into it. Your hands tangle in your boyfriend's beautiful blonde hair and you yank him in closer to you. Youâve missed him so much that you wish you could crawl inside of him just to be closer. And it's such a frenzied kiss, frantic and messy as you both desperately press into one another. Youâre out of breath and your chest burns because of it but you donât feel like pulling away.
JJ is the first one to pull away, letting out a harsh breath as he does. He only takes a second before heâs pressing kisses down your jaw, the side of your neck, to the top of your shoulder. He places a kiss to the juncture of your neck before dropping down and laying his body weight on you. You grunt at the added weight as your chest is still heaving to get back to a normal pace but you take him in anyway. Shifting your hips slightly and bending your knees even more for him to settle comfortably between your legs before wrapping your arms around him.
He lets out a heavy sigh and moves to shove his face into your neck. He takes in steadying breaths, softly running his nose across your skin. You can feel the smile on his face and you canât help but smile as well; bringing your hand up to the back of his head and playing with the hair at his nape. A content sigh tickles your skin as he tips his nose further into your neck to run over your pulse point. His actions pull your lips down into a frown. He normally only does something like this when heâs upset and seeking comfort to calm himself down.
âYou okay?â you question, tilting your head to the side to give him a bit more room.
âYeah,â he mumbles, âI'm sorry. I'm just tired.â
âWhat are you apologizing for? Everyone gets tired.â
âBut itâs been a few days and Iâve missed you,â he pouts and you know he pouts because you can feel it. It makes you giggle. âAnd I know you missed me too. Youâre hot, baby, like to the touch. You were so ready.â he points out, giggling a bit.
âAll you have to do is look at me, you know, and I'll be ready.â you sigh, scratching at the back of his neck.
âThat feels so good,â he groans. âYou flatter me too much.â
Turning your head, you place a kiss on his temple, âItâs only the truth.â
âWhat are you doing to me, woman?â he sighs, kissing your neck again before lifting his head to look you in the eye. âAlways so sweet.â
You hum, âJust for you.â
He smirks, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. Itâs much more gentle this time around, just a solid press of lips. One that shows affection, shares and expresses love. Your heart swells at the softness of it.
âYeah, actually you can be so mean.â he laughs against your lips. âLike earlier,â he pulls away slightly to look at you again. The mirth in his eyes making you giggle yourself. âSo snippy.â
You roll your eyes dramatically, âThey were being annoying.â
JJ laughs again, pressing four sticky sweet kisses to your lips before rolling his body off of yours and landing to your side. You turn your head to face him as he speaks, âI'm sorry. I didn't think theyâd be so untrusting of you. I figured trusting you would be enough for them.â
âIt's okay.â
âItâs not,â JJ shakes his head. âI tried my best but I think the only one who fully trusts you is Sarah and she might be able to convince John B. I don't know why Kie and Pope are having such troubles.â
âIt's okay.â
âBut I want you all to get along,â JJ frowns. Your heart clenches a little in your chest at the expression on his face. He looks so tired and vulnerable that you just want to hide him away forever so no one hurts him ever again. âYou mean so much to me and they mean so much to me. I can't imagine either of you not in my life. I've always been scared to mesh you together. I'm scared that if you see how we are, how I am when I'm with them, you wonât want to be with me anymore.â
âJJ, baby,â you sigh, turning on your side so itâs easier to look at him. His focus is set on his fingers as he fiddles with a fringe in the blanket heâs laying on. You cover your hand with his, âHey, look at me.â
It takes a few moments for your boyfriend to look at you and when he does you smile at him, leaning in to press a reassuring kiss to his lips. âListen to me, mister.â you state, grabbing his chin to make sure he doesnât look away from you. âI love you, yeah?â JJ nods. âYeah, I love you. I've known who you are and the things youâve done for years and I still fell for you. I mean, youâre currently helping your fugitive best friend hide from the police and I didn't even bat an eye at it. Do you really think I don't know how you are?â
JJ lets out a laugh that almost sounds bashful and he tries to duck his head with it but your grip on his chin hinders his movements. You lean in again to place another kiss to his lips, then three more before pulling away enough to speak.
âNeed I remind you the stupid shit youâve done recently, like only in the past six months?â you point out. The things heâs gotten into with his friends and even more so when he was led to believe one was dead. You never once considered leaving him. Instead, you helped him through it. Made sure you were there for him when he needed it. Forced yourself around him, even when he didnât want you around, just so he wouldnât lose himself too much.
âNo,â JJ sighs, âYou donât need to remind me.â
Running your fingers through his hair, you tug on it affectionately. âStop doubting yourself, baby. I love you for you, yeah?â When JJ nods again, you smile at him. âSo stop doubting me, too.â
âI don't doubt you. I know you love me.â
âGood,â you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, then to his lips, âBecause I always will, until you give me a reason not to.â
JJ's eyes start to tear up as he looks at you, his gaze so full with affection and warmth that you nearly tear up along with him. His eyes flicker over your entirety, like heâs trying to memorize every inch of you. He frees his hand from your grasp on it and slides it across your waist, settling in the middle of your back, and pulling you in. He swoops down to kiss you again, hard and heady, filled with a passion no twenty year old should really know. It makes your heart catch in your throat, making it harder for you to breathe, but you reciprocate with fervor.
When JJ pulls away itâs with a gasp. He presses a few more gentle kisses to your mouth before resting his forehead against yours, eyes closed. His hand moves up your back and to your face, using his thumb to trace over your cheekbone as he breathes. His heart is beating wildly under where your hand rests on his chest and you let out a breath at the fact it matches yours. Youâre always going to revel in the fact that he reciprocates every feeling you have for him.
âI love you, more than anything,â he whispers, his voice hitching a bit. He dips down and misses your lips, his landing on the corner of your mouth. âI love you.â
The conviction behind his words lets you know heâs not in a very strong headspace right now. He always means the declaration when he says it but thereâs times when he says it a bit forcefully, like heâs trying to make you believe it. You do, you always have. He is one of the kindest, most heartfelt people youâve ever come across. Heâs doting and respectful, protective and attentive; anything you could ever ask for in a partner. He makes stupid decisions, sure, but never with you.
You run your hand up his chest, over his shoulder, and down his back to bring him to you. You cradle his head against your chest and his arms wrap tightly around your torso as you stagger your legs with his. You push up against each other as close as possible and just bask in the feeling of being with one another.
JJâs breathing slows down the longer you push your fingers through his hair, his arms loosening a bit around you as his body relaxes. So, you canât help but startle a bit when he says, âI didn't tell them you were my girlfriend.â
âYou donât need to.â
JJ hums and the next thing you know a snore escapes him as he finally falls asleep, nestled protectively in your arms.
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Tensions are high as everyone flows out of the courtroom, everyone is sending looks towards JJ and all of his friends. People are purposely speaking louder around where they stand, praising the system for working the way that it should and charging John B with the murder. Saying that it was justice served. JJ feels like heâs vibrating, rage flowing through him to a point he can barely see straight. Sarah is crying, and Kie is raging along with him but being way more open about it.
She's yelling at the rich fuckers as they walk by, sending condolences to the Cameron's and apologizing for their family having to go through something like this. Theyâre brushing her off, looking at her as if she means nothing, as if what sheâs saying isnât true. âHe shouldnât even be in court!â she screams, her voice sounding strained. âYou should!â she points at Ward Cameron, âBecause youâre a murderer!â
Those surrounding the area start to turn their attention to them, cameras click wildly as reporters take pictures, the police close in on them to surround them. Ward starts to come towards them, a hand raised in a placating manner as he goes for Kie. âI get that youâre upset! I underst-â
âUpse-â
â-heâs got you all fooled!â Ward yells, putting the blame on anyone but him. He's putting on a show and it makes JJ see red. How someone can feel so okay with blatantly lying, blatantly turning down that theyâve murdered someone, he has no idea. John B isnât the one who has people fooled. It's him.
Kie lunges for him then, yelling the entire time as the police grab her and shove her back. She stumbles in her place but theyâve all been so pushed together that she doesnât fall. Sarah has stepped in front of her and JJ in front of Sarah his body angled to protect them both. He's yelling now, theyâre all yelling now as the officer Shoupe closes in and threatens to arrest them.
Sarah is the one that gets them to turn around, telling them itâs not worth it all while tears flow down her cheeks. JJ is so angry, a profound violence is settling just under his skin and he needs to find a way to get it out before he does something far worse than Ward Cameron could ever do. His heart is beating so harshly in his chest and he canât breathe. His vision is blurry as he walks a few steps behind his friends.
He can feel his chest caving in, his throat closing up on him and heâs going to start panicking soon if he doesnât get a grip on it. Heâs just so aggravated, so distraught, that he doesnât know how to even begin to clear his mind. All he can hear is a mantra of the judge telling everyone John B can end up with the death penalty if found guilty. He canât imagine his best friend, his family, the only brother heâs ever had, dying on a false charge. On something he didnât even do.
His vision is starting to tunnel, things are starting to sound far away, heâs stumbling over his own feet, and he knows heâs about to lose it. Heâs about to tip over the edge.
âHey!â someone grabs his arms roughly but he flinches at the contact and the touch withdraws. The voice filters through his muddled mind after his brain registers he was even touched. âHey, JJ.â it calls again and this time he can finally recognize it.
The voice sends a feeling through him like heâs just been drenched with a bucket of ice water. It's such a drastic feeling to go from being so hot to so cold that his knees almost give out on him. The hands wrap around his upper arms and the feeling relaxes him so quickly that his hearing comes back and his heart slows down a bit. The rage inside of him calms down to an incessant buzzing through his veins.
He lets out a gasp and his vision flies up from where it was focused on the ground and he makes eye contact with the most wonderful sight. His beautiful, calm spirited, girlfriend stands directly in front of him, gazing at him with concern as you try to get him to make contact with him. His eyes are still too wild as he frantically looks you over, looks at everything around him, trying to get his brain to come back online and take in his surroundings.
Gasping breaths are still his only form of air intake but itâs not sufficient enough and heâs starting to feel lightheaded. Your hands on his upper arms is the only keeping him from passing out and heâs aware of that. He is trying to focus on the touch, to let it ground him but his mind is still too far in a downward spiral for that to be what pulls him out.
âWhat are you doing here?â That's Kiara. JJ notices the pitch of her voice, how it still sounds strained and frantic like it did when she was yelling at Ward.
âWhat do you think I'm doing here?â you respond, not taking your eyes off of him. Your voice sounds sharp as you continue to assess him with your concerned gaze.
JJ can still barely hear you though, can still barely see you even though youâre standing right in front of him. He can see, through his fuzzy vision, that youâre trying to get him to make that contact with you. To focus on you but thereâs just too much going on around him for him to be able to succeed. He does know that if he doesnât get his breathing under control soon he will lose consciousness.
The hands holding him tighten and then heâs suddenly being moved. He stumbles backwards but the grip you have on him is strong, so he doesnât even come close to falling. His back hits something hard and it knocks a weird breath into him to where heâs stuttering over an inhale.
âUncurl your hands,â you instruct and even with his brain working in slow motion, he gets himself to do it. Youâve always had that effect on him though, a way to get him to see clarity. You grab at his hands and rest them on your chest, palms flat and his fingertips resting against your collarbones. âYou need to breathe.â
He shakes his head frantically from side to side, his only way of being able to inform you he can't. He canât get his brain to connect to his lungs.
Your hands move up from where you were holding his against your chest, up his arms, and around the sides of his neck. The touch is grounding. Itâs something he can focus on and because itâs coming from you, it helps him relax. Your thumbs push into his jaw as you force him to look at you and heâs finally able to hold that contact with you.
âBreathe, JJ,â you demand and it finally registers in his mind that he needs to do it. âYou can feel my breathing. Follow it.â Your short, clipped demands sparks something in his brain. It filters through the hazy clouds there and helps to clear them.
âI-â he chokes out, a harsh stutter shaking his chest.
You shush him, soothing your thumbs across the line of his jaw. âHey, just focus on breathing right now. Do you feel my breathing?â JJ nods. âCan you feel my chest moving?â JJ nods. âCan you feel the pace in which itâs moving?â JJ nods. âGood, match it. Follow it.â
JJ does as told. He focuses hard on the feeling under his palms, the skin there, the heartbeat, the way your chest is moving. He watches his hands as they move with your chest, with your deep dramatic breaths just for him. Your thumbs are still moving across his jaw and he too focuses on that, the feeling electric against his skin.
Finally, after a few minutes, JJ stops gasping and his breaths turn to shuttering ones that eventually get him one complete breath. He slumps against, what he now realizes is, the tree behind him and finally takes in a deep, steadying breath. It burns his chest to do so but heâs relieved to be able to finally feel like heâs not seconds away from collapsing. Titling his head back against the tree, he closes his eyes and works to get himself under control.
âAre you with me yet?â you question and heâs happy to realize that he can clearly hear your voice now. He nods. âGood.â you say and he can hear the smile set on your face. âI'm sorry.â
He shakes his head, traces your collarbones with his thumbs. Itâs a movement that not only calms him but calms you as well. âSorry? For what?â
JJâs heart had calmed down from its manic pounding but now it jumps in his chest at the feeling of you moving your hand down chest, his torso, and to his hips where you hold him there. âJohn B. It's not fair. Especially when you have proof and they just ignore you.â JJ doesnât respond, just takes a heaving breath to keep calm. If he thinks about everything for too long heâll go into another spiral and heâs already tired enough with having gone through this one. You squeeze his hips, âI can look into getting a good lawyer.â
JJ opens his eyes immediately, snapping his head down to look at you. He suddenly feels frantic again, his heart beat picking up at the idea. âNo. I can't ask you to do that.â
âYou didnât ask.â
âBut itâs not your responsibility. I can't have you do that.â JJ rushes, tripping over his own tongue in his haste to turn you down. He would never be able to pay you back and the thought leaves him uneasy. âI wou-â
You cut him off, âA good lawyer would be better for him than the one the district would appoint to him. It would only be beneficial.â
âThere's no way I'd ever be able to pay you back for that.â
He's breathing heavily again, his heart rate accelerating to a harsh pace once more, and his vision starts to tunnel. He has to squeeze his eyes shut to keep the world from feeling like itâs swooping under his feet. Thereâs a painful churning in his stomach and itâs climbing itâs way up his throat.
âHey, calm down.â you instruct, your hand clasping around the sides of his neck again. âBreathe, baby.â
The term of endearment slices through every bit of rising panic in him and sets out to relax every part of his racing mind. A calm washes through him and he feels even more drained than he did just moments before. He's so tired. His body aches from it and he now feels like heâs seconds away from tears. The burning in his nose builds up quickly and he knows if he were to open his eyes tears would fall before he would even be able to tell his brain no. His jaw hurts so bad from how hard heâs clenching it.
âHey man, are you good?â Popeâs voice filters through the quiet that had settled between you and JJ as he tried to get his bearings.
He nods.
âWhat's going on? Whatâs happening?â Kie asks and she sounds like sheâs in as much of a panic as heâs feeling on the inside.
JJ lets out a long breath, âItâs just an anxiety attack, Kie.â
âJust an anxiety attack?!â she asks in disbelief, her voice high pitched. âThat's a pretty big deal!â
âI know!â JJ shouts and he feels you jump under his palms. He runs his thumbs over the skin of your chest, to soothe you, as he lets out a sigh, âI know, Kie. But talking about it wonât help anything.â
âWhy didnât we know you had anxiety attacks?â
âItâs not something I just like to broadcast.â he snips and he canât help but grind his teeth. His jaw clicks achingly under the movement. You push your thumbs into the hinge of his jaw to get him to relax it and after a few strokes, he does. âI've got them under control, okay?â
He still hasnât opened his eyes but nevertheless, he can feel the very unimpressed look youâre giving him. His anxiety attacks are nowhere near under control, in fact theyâre very far from being under control. The absolute smallest things recently can trigger one, it might be mild, but itâll still be triggered. They exhaust him no matter how big or small they are but heâs working on it, he really truly is. Just so you donât have to always deal with him losing his shit. But youâve adapted, have learned how to get him through them, how to have him talk about what is bothering him and what triggered it so he feels lighter afterwards.
âThat didnât look under control! We couldâve been helping you through them!â Kie says and she sounds like sheâs pleading. It just makes JJ feel even more anxious. He hates when people worry over him about this, hates the dramatic responses to them. It just makes things worse for him. If theyâre panicking, heâs panicking even more.
âKie,â Sarah cuts in, her voice soft and placating, âI think he has someone who's been helping him through them.â
Kie scoffs and JJ opens his eyes then, frowning at the girl who looks like sheâs seconds away from a breakdown herself. âBut itâs us! Do you not trust us?â
JJ canât help but huff in annoyance, his brain going a little haywire at the silly argument Kie is trying to start on the topic just because sheâs upset. âIt has nothing to do with trust, Kiara. Just drop it.â
She snaps her mouth shut and takes a step back like JJ had slapped her. He lets out a sigh and decides to push past it for now, thereâs far more important things to deal with. JJ takes a glance at you, taking in the way youâve gone a bit rigid and how your eyes have gone distant and he canât help but frown a little. He knows itâs because youâre trying not to snap on them, trying not to lose the patience and confront them the way he knows you can. To protect him. Youâre doing it for his sake, he knows that, because he wants you to be able to get along with his best friends.
âLook,â JJ sighs as he moves his hands up to cup your shoulders. He gives them a quick squeeze, a gesture to let both of you know youâre okay, before he pulls away and steps around you to act as a shield. ây/n has offered to pay for a good lawyer.â
Three mouths pop open in shock and three pairs of eyes shift to look at the figure behind JJ. He feels you step closer to him, your chest grazing his back with the proximity.
âWhy would you offer that?â Kie questions, her brow furrowing with slight judgement. JJ bristles at the look. âYou donât even know us.â
âYeah, but I know JJ.â you say as if the answer was obvious. âAs much as itâs hard for you to grasp; I am friends with him, I do care about him, and I have known him for years. I've seen how anxious this situation has made him, and because all of you are just as anxious, it makes JJ even more so. I hate seeing it and if I can help it, I will.â
JJ feels his heart swell in his chest, his previous anxiety at the thought of you helping subsiding a bit with your statement. It still makes him wildly uneasy but heâs willing to listen. He would feel better if it was the last option, something that they would only turn to if there was absolutely nothing else that they could do.
âWhat if we kidnapped Shoupe? Or like- stormed the jail and broke John B out?â JJ is quick to spit out ideas running through his mind at an incredible pace as your previous offer moves to the back of his mind.
Immediately he is met with multiple voices yelling ânoâ at him, all tones varying in loudness and disbelief.
âWell why not?â
âBecause JJ, thatâs literally a horrible idea.â Kie says, her face scrunched up in question. âWhere would that ever work out in our favor?â
JJ is absolutely reeling, only seeing a decent outcome to his idea. Getting John B out with no problems, getting away, and hiding out in a place that no one would ever bother to look for them. That way they can live out their lives without anyone ever disrupting them again. Sounds perfect in his book.
âIt would be perfect and I think we would be able to get away with it.â
Pope's eyes widen so much they look like they could fall right out of his head, âWe would not get away with it! Literally everyone on this island knows what we look like.â
âThen we get disguises!â he shouts, feeling his heart rate pick up again. âWe can't just sit around and do nothing when execution is on the line! Our boy is facing death!â
âIt is in everyone's best interest if we find a lawyer,â you reason.
âThat's not a guarantee for him to live! All that money that youâd spend would be a waste if heâs still found guilty! And I'm sure that he will because nothing ever goes our way!â The panic is rising in JJ again and he feels like heâs about to explode. His eyes burn and his chest is tight. That buzzing in his veins is returning and he longs to punch something, to do something violent to get it to go away. âI can't watch him die!â
âA decent lawyer wonât let him die!â Sarah cuts in, her eyes watering in reaction to JJ's words. âThey will be able to get the evidence they need and fight for what is right!â
âShe's right,â Pope says, he takes a step closer and rests a hand on JJâs shoulder. âIf we try anything as illegal as what youâre suggesting we could end up in jail longer than John B will ever be when his name is cleared.â
JJ sees red, his mind too clouded with anger to see the logic behind his friend's words, âHow can you all put so much trust into someone who only does a decent job because theyâre getting paid! It's bullshit. I have to do something!â
âWe are going to do something! But it's not storming a jail or kidnapping a police officer,â Kie states, her voice firm. Her eyes are red and watery and she looks highly concerned but she doesnât back down. âJJ, the lawyer is the best way to go.â
A hand comes down to rest between his shoulder blades and he jerks away from the touch. His skin feels too tight for his body and it aches to the touch. For the first time ever, your touch doesnât bring him comfort.
âJJ.â
âNo.â
He canât help but start to pace, his arms rising so he can lock his fingers behind his head and try to breathe. It doesnât help and the pacing just makes his head pound even more, makes the buzzing in there increase. He feels like heâs basically vibrating. There's so much pressure building up in his head he can barely hear again, everything sounds like heâs being submerged in water.
âJJ think about it, think about how breaking someone out of jail could end.â your voice filters through, like a beacon but it's not enough. It just makes him feel angrier. âIt could end up in someone dying, getting hurt, getting arrested. Please, think about that.â
A scream rips itself out of JJ before he even knew it was going to come out and not only does it startle him, but he can see how it startles everyone else around him. They all look at him with a concern that only makes him angrier, makes him feel like heâs going to drown. He's getting scared, scared that this is never going to end and heâs going to be stuck with this rage for the rest of his life. Stuck with the image of his best friend never being in his life again. Finally, he makes eye contact with you and the look on your face nearly makes him stop cold. You look so scared that he doesnât know how to react. He knows you're not scared of him though, that much he does know, but scared for him.
It's still not enough to clear his head though and thatâs such a foreign concept to him because he can normally just look at you and heâll calm down. He doesnât know whatâs different this time and he fears it's only making the situation worse for him. His source of comfort isnât working.
âAll I can think about is making sure my best friend doesnât die!â he yells. âThe only thing I can see is him being dead!â
âJJ-â
âI need to go,â JJ cuts someone off. He can barely hear who it is, can barely see in front of him.
âJJ.â
He doesnât spare anyone a glance, just turns away from everyone. âNo, I'm leaving. I need to go!â
A hand wraps around his wrist when he makes it a few feet away from the group and he just barely recognizes the touch enough to know not to yank his arm away. He just keeps walking, hoping youâll catch on that he canât do this, but you donât and you tighten your grip on him to pull him to a stop. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes to collect a little bit of his anger so heâs sure to not snap at you. Twisting his arm gently, heâs able to pull out of your grasp before turning around to face you. When he meets your eyes, he almost falters, almost crumbles to the ground.
The look in your eye is so intense, one that slices through every feeling clouding the brain. It startles him a bit, not entirely used to seeing that look directed at himself. Itâs normally the one you give other people when theyâre doing something irritating and youâre the furthest thing from being impressed. He can see the disappointment in your gaze and it almost shatters him. Youâre the last person he wants to disappoint but he just canât help it. He's so angry and he just doesnât know what to do.
âJJ, donât you dare go and do something stupid that will get you in more trouble than necessary.â
JJ opens his mouth and he has absolutely no control over what comes out. âYou canât tell me what to do,â he says and he regrets it immediately. The look in your eyes shifts to something vacant and it makes his mouth run dry.
You purse your lips, nodding at him as you take a step back. âYeah, youâre right.â
âBa-â
You shake your head, raising a hand to cut him off. âNo, I get it. Youâre so used to just going and doing something dumb to get your mind off of things. That's fine. Go do it. Sorry for wanting to make sure you donât get into serious trouble.â
Every single bit of fight leaves JJ in such a rush, his knees wobble under him. He's not sure if heâs ever seen you so emotionless. Youâre not one to really express yourself through facial expressions in general but this just seems worse than normal. And itâs because of him.
âI just need to do something!â he argues anyway, his chest heaving with the force in which he says it.
âAnd weâve told you the best thing we can do!â you yell back, your frustration finally getting the better of you. âWe are adults! We canât just do things as we please, there are consequences to every action! If you go and storm a jail or break someone out of one, youâll get into trouble, JJ! A lot of it!â
âWell I'm destined for that lifestyle anyway. I might as well get a start on it early.â
You let out a laugh, one thatâs so humorless that you sound like youâre about to lose your mind. He wishes he could just shut up. Listen to what you have to say and not argue it because youâre right. You always are.
âYou are not your father and itâs time for you to realize that. Just because thatâs how you were raised does not mean thatâs how you have to end up.â
âI don't know anything different!â He doesn't know why heâs still trying to argue this. He really doesnât.
Throwing your hands up, you let out a frustrated sigh. âBut you do! JJ, you are the furthest thing from being anything like your dad but you just donât push yourself to see it! Everyone around you sees it but you donât. You are a good person with a big heart! You wouldnât have so many people that love you if you were anything like your dad. I, for one, would never be with you if you were anything like Luke.â
JJ just stands there, feeling like heâs just been pushed off of a cliff or maybe out of a plane. He feels like heâs free falling through the air and that when he lands itâs going to hurt so unbearably bad he wonât ever be able to move again. Your words strike him to his core and heâs aware that itâs because of how true they really are. He's always known heâs had it lucky to be able to be with you, for you being able to see something he canât see in himself and giving him that chance. Youâve shown him a love and trust heâs never had from anyone else before. Youâve been so unbelievably patient with him and his growth and his mindset. You donât always agree with him and you donât always like the things he does. And heâs done a lot of shit and has put you through that shit as well but youâve always dealt with it. Always found a way to get you both through it. He couldnât be more grateful for you. Youâve made him a better person even if he does get stuck in his own head time after time.
âWe've had this argument before,â you say when he stays quiet for too long. âI can't keep having it.â
âWait, no.â JJ's voice wavers and the pressure thatâs been steadily building up in his head finally starts to present itself as tears. He doesnât like the sound of this. He shakes his head a bit too rough, âNo. What are you saying?â
âWhat do you think Iâm trying to say?â
JJ's lip trembles as he tries to collect a breath so he can say, âThat you want to break up with me.â
âIs that what you want?â you challenge.
Heâs quick to shake his head, âNo!â
You nod pointedly, âThen you need to figure out whatâs going on, JJ. I won't sit here and watch you make decisions that will end up with you being hurt or in jail. Youâre not that person.â
He hits the ground. He's standing right there in front of you but heâs hit the ground. His chest caves and it suddenly hurts to breathe. The worst nightmare he could ever imagine is coming to fruition right in front of him.
âWhat if I can't?â
Heâs terrified that his mindset will always be this way. That no matter how long he can go in between these certain thoughts, itâll never completely go away. He has tried so hard to get past these thoughts, these thoughts of him being destined for nothing more than what his dad has been his whole life. He's fought them tooth and nail, can occasionally get them to go completely away but then something comes up and then his anger gets the best of him. And with his anger, comes irrational thoughts, comes thoughts of him being ruined his whole life.
He takes your silence as the worst possible answer.
âGot it.â he whispers and his body is struggling to stay upright. âBut wasnât it just the-â he cuts himself to clear his throat when the strain there makes it too hard for him to keep speaking. He sniffs, âthe other day when you told me you wouldnât leave me?â His voice is wavering and his chest is tight. The tears building in his eyes again are burning as you become blurry in front of him.
Because heâs watching you as close as he can, he sees when his words hit you, with the way your breath hitches and you swallow hashly. When he meets your eyes, they match his with tears shining bright back at him. âI said,'' you pause, blowing out a breath, ''I said that I wouldn't leave unless you gave me a reason to, JJ.â
JJ clenches his jaw and balls his hands into fists, looking down to your feet when he canât take the hurt look in your eyes anymore. His heart clenches in his chest but he canât help the smile that pulls sadly at his lips when he sees the boots youâre wearing, the same boots that he engraved a heart into the top of the right one. The day he did it fills his mind and makes him calm completely down for the first time all day.
âAnd JJ,â you let out a shaky breath, bring an equally shaky hand up to cover your mouth, and close your eyes. âPurposely doing something that you know is dangerous, and not at all smart, is a really big reason.â
The one thing heâs been afraid of since the day he met you is dangling so close in front of his face. The one thing heâs tried so hard to keep from happening for almost three years. You are walking out of his life and it is his fault.
âI-â
He just has no idea what to say. What can he possibly say to you?
âI'm not going to tell you what to do. I never have and I never will but please just think this through, will you?â
He nods because heâs already thought it through. He already knows he wonât do it. The moment you stopped him, he knew he wouldnât do it, his mind is just too gone, too far out for him to come back. But youâve basically pushed him into ice cold water. Youâve brought him back.
âI'm going to go home.â you say when he still can't find his words but he feels a sort of relief fill him at yours. Telling him where youâll be is something youâve always done to let him know he was welcome to be there as well. âWe both need time to calm down.â
Bowing his head in agreement, he watches as your lip quivers as you try not to break down. You take a small step back and nod at him before turning around to walk to where he presumes youâve parked your car.
âWait! Wait, y/n.â he nearly shouts, his voice breaking as he does. You miraculously stop and turn to face him again, there's tears running down your cheeks now. His follow yours. âI love you, yeah? You know that, right? You know that I would do anything to prove that.â
âI know, JJ.â you smile at him and it just makes his tears fall a little bit more quickly. âI love you.â
You leave then and this time he lets you. He watches you until he canât see you anymore. And when he knows youâre out of hearing range, he lets out a powerful scream. It hurts his throat, his head, and even his chest. A few people walking past turn their heads to look at him but they ignore him. The tears continue to slip down his cheeks but he ignores them just like the people passing ignored him. He stands there for a few moments, trying to gather himself but when he figures he wonât be able to, he storms off because he needs to be somewhere alone. Somewhere he can get it all out without anyone asking any questions.
Sarah watches as he goes, her eyes tearing up again at the distress that is rolling off of JJ in waves. She couldnât tear her eyes away from you and JJ as you clearly fought with one another. You were too far away for her to hear anything but she could sense it by the looks on your faces, the tenseness of your bodies, the tears. It looked eerily close to a breakup and she hopes, wishes, it wasnât that. But it didnât look too good. Especially with how you both walked away.
âWhy did that look like a breakup?â Pope asks, his voice laced with confusion.
Sarah really canât help but think that it was.
âBut JJâs not in a relationship.â Kie says, her brows furrowed. âHe wouldâve let us know if he was. They are only friends.â
âI don't know, Kie. That looked a little too emotional for them to have only been friends.â Pope points out.
Sarah canât help but shake her head, completely flabbergasted at how oblivious they are. How she was the one to piece together the relationship baffles her, especially since theyâve been friends with JJ far longer than sheâs been.
âNo. There's no way heâd be dating her.â Kie scoffs and Sarah almost laughs. Shedoesnât get why Kie is so upset over meeting you or at the prospect of you dating JJ. âHe'd tell us.â
Sarah doesnât think so.
âLook, itâs none of our business really.â Sarah shrugs, turning away from where she was watching the couple arguing and looking at the other two. âLetâs just head back to the chateau and search for lawyers.â
Kie and Pope hesitate for a few moments before nodding and following Sarah in the direction of where Kie had parked her car. Sarah takes one last look at where youâd been standing and feels her heart clench. She really hopes she hasn't witnessed a breakup.
You and JJ looked so strong.
So in love.
It gave her hope for her own relationship.
She lets out a sigh before getting in the car and they leave the place that ruined a lot of peopleâs day today.
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The bell above the door jingles and you look up from your book to a sight that makes your heart drop to your toes. John B is there in the doorway, slowly closing the door behind him so it doesnât slam shut like it normally does. He's focused on something in his hand for a moment before he lifts his head to take a look around the room. You stand there wide eyed for a moment, shocked to see him in front of you. But, as the shock wears off, you feel tears quickly start to gather in your eyes.
It's been two days since JJâs outlandish idea of breaking John B out of jail and you havenât really heard anything about the boy standing in front of you since. You were rooting for JJ and his ability to eventually think things through. You were hoping he wouldnât go through with his plan so you wouldnât have to do the one thing you never want to do. The one thing youâve never considered, nor planned on doing, until his last stupid idea.
John B's gaze eventually falls on you and his eyes widen when he finally recognizes who heâs looking at. He's quick to smile, a genuine one, and you try your best to reciprocate it. Heâs quick to notice something amiss though, his eyebrows furrowing deeply when he makes eye contact with you.
âAre you alright?â he asks.
The question startles you, even though it shouldnât and the jolt of your body makes a few tears drop down to the apples of your cheeks. Youâre quick to wipe them away and smile even more than you had been.
âYeah!â you chirp, a little too high pitched to be believable. You point to the book, âJust something sad.â
John B looks like he doesnât believe you but he chooses to let it go and crosses the store to stand on the other side of the counter youâre behind.
âDo you have this book here?â he asks and sets a piece of paper down on the countertop and slides it over.
It takes your brain a few moments to come online and actually move to grab the paper and it takes even longer for your brain to even register youâre looking at words. You feel like youâre moving through mud, like your brain has turned to molasses as it tries to comprehend that JJ really went through with his plan. That youâre really standing here and John B is here with you.
A few more tears drop as you look down at the paper, now in your hands, and try to figure out what the words say. You have to hold back a sob when you realize itâs JJâs handwriting youâre looking at. So, at least he didnât get caught.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â
You clear your throat and nod, âYeah, yeah. Of course! Let me look this up.â
John B goes quiet as you look through the computer system but in your peripheral you can see him twisting around to get a good look at the store. Your mind focuses on his fingertips tapping against the wooden surface of the countertop and it just makes it even more difficult to focus on what youâre doing. The words on the screen swirl in front of you because of your cloudy vision and your fingers shake as you try to type. You keep glancing down at his handwriting on the paper scrap and you just canât stop thinking about JJ. About how much of an idiot he is. And how much you love that fucking idiot.
âDo you work here alone?â John B questions. You take a quick glance at him to see him staring at you in concern. You know the way youâre acting is a vast difference to how you were when he first met you. âThis bookstore is one of the coolest ones Iâve ever been in.â
âYeah, thanks,â you quip. âBut no, I'm just filling in as the other two are having lunch. I own it.â
You can nearly feel the shock rolling off oh John B, âYou what?! How old are you?â
You nod, finally being able to focus on something other than JJ messing up in such a colossal way. âI'm twenty-two and yeah, my parents left it for me. Along with the house and all their money.â
âWhere are your parents?â
âAt least buy me dinner first if youâre going to be asking about my trauma.â you joke.
He lets out a laugh, âFair enough,â he concedes with a shake to his head, âBut you know mine.â
âWell John B, everyone on this island does. Itâs been broadcasted on the news plenty of times.â you point out.
âTrue.â he laughs, âAnd Iâm sure JJ has aired out all my dirty laundry to you.â
Thatâs true, he has, but you donât react to the comment and you clear your throat, âWe do have the book. Come on, I'll show you.â
John B frowns at your dismissal and follows you through the store, moving through bookshelves and tables like youâve done a million times since you were a child. He touches things as he passes, nearly knocking a few things down but heâs quick to make sure nothing topples over. It makes something in your chest hurt because JJ has always done the same thing. His need to touch every little thing he passes bothered you at first but eventually you found it to be endearing once you figured out he was only doing it to make sure everything was facing the same way.
âWhat do you need a book like this for?â
âPope found out his true lineage and wanted to learn more about it.â he says as he grabs the book from you. âThanks. How much?
âIt's on the house.â you dismiss with a wave of your hand. âJust enjoy it.â
âWait,â John B blurts when you move past him, in a hurry to get as far away from him as possible. You can feel yourself on the edge of breaking down. The pressure behind your eyes is really trying to push its way through to present itself as tears. He grabs onto your elbow to get you to stop and when you look at his hand first before looking at him, he pulls the hand away. âUhm, I heard about you wanting to pay for a lawyer.â
You nod, looking around the store. Looking at anything but directly at him, âIt was the best option for you.â
John B nods, âI want to say thank you even though I didn't end up needing it.â
You open your mouth to respond, moving your jaw around to release the tension in your throat, so you donât start crying, but the chime of the bell above the door cuts you off.
âYo, JB! How long does it take to get a simple bo- oh my god.â you turn to find Pope standing near the front and looking at you with disbelief. âWith how much I've seen of you in the past week I find it hard to believe I have never seen you before.â
Just as youâre about to respond, youâre cut off by the door opening once again. The bell chiming signals the arrival of your two employees and youâre so grateful because youâve got to get out of here. You smile gratefully at them as they move around and go back to whatever they were doing before they left.
You look back to John B, âFrom the bottom of my heart, I would offer it again in a heartbeat.'' He gives you a nod. âEnjoy your book.â
Your jaw aches at how hard youâre fighting your tears and the pressure building behind your eyes is starting to become unbearable. You have got to get out of here, youâre feeling so unbelievably suffocated.
âAre you girls good for the rest of the day?â you question, voice wobbly, your two employees and when they nod you do the same. âI need to uh-â you clear your throat when your voice starts to crack. âUhm, I need to go.â
âYeah, weâll be okay.â Charlie, the lead manager, smiles sympathetically at you. She hands you your bag when you get up to the counter.
âCool. Uh, if you need me, you know to-â
âYeah, we know.â she smiles again, a knowing look in her eye. âGo.â
âSee you tomorrow.â
Charlie nods again and you quickly turn around, throwing the door open in your haste to leave because the tears are starting to form in your eyes. You collide with someone entering as you try to leave.
âI'm so sor-â you gasp out when you see who has grabbed your arms to make sure you donât fall over. âJJ.â A tear slips down your cheek then and he follows it with his eyes as it drops off of your chin. He opens his mouth but you let him speak, âIâm leaving.â
You donât give him the slightest chance to respond or even react before youâre moving away from him, quickly, pushing past him and hurrying down the street. JJ watches you go, watches you walk away from him for the second time in just a few days. His eyes are filled with tears and they burn but he does nothing to really stop them. Heâs been in tears for days now, his eyes permanently bloodshot and red-rimmed from it. His friends keep asking but he ignores them.
He turns away from the store and slumps against the wall outside, head hung and shoulders hunched in defeat and he tries to collect his tears so he doesnât sob out in public.
The four currently inside the store stare out the giant window, watching the scene unfold. They can see JJ leaning up against the wall and just as John B decides to go check on him, he pushes himself off the wall and starts off in the same direction you went. The four inside watch until they canât see either of you in the distance anymore.
âThat was weird,â John B states.
âYeah sheâs been that way for a couple days now,â Charlie mentions, turning to the computer on the counter. âSuper distant and always distracted, looking seconds away from breaking down in tears. I don't know why. She wonât talk about it.â
John B frowns. That's the complete opposite of what you were the first time he met you. You seemed so confident, so put together, brash even. He thinks heâd rather see that. But thatâs not what he was even talking about. He was talking about you and JJ. That's also not how you two interacted just a few days ago. Then, you both moved together in almost perfect tandem, an ease flowing between the two of you that made it obvious that you really have known each other as long as youâd been talking about. Today though, it was pretty much the complete opposite.
âI was talking about her and JJ. They werenât like that when we were at her house last week,â John B says, looking at Pope.
Pope nods, âThey got into a really big fight the other day outside of the courthouse. Donât know about what though,â he shrugs, âthey were too far away to hear anything but it looked intense. They both walked away crying.â
âWell, that makes sense,â Janis, the other employee, mumbles. Two pairs of eyes land on her and theyâre filled with confusion. âWe personally think theyâre dating. And like- donât handle being away from each other very well.â
âYeah,â Charlie agrees, not even bothering to look up from the computer. âShe only really gets like this when we find out they had a fight or something. It doesnât happen very often. Like, I think the last time she was like this was after JJ got arrested last year.â
âWhat makes you think theyâre dating?â Pope asks. âBecause I think the same.â
âOh goodness,â Janis sighs, âTheyâre like two peas in a pod, soulmates, best friends; you name it. Theyâre inseparable when theyâre together. The way they look at each other when they think no one is watching? Like they hung the moon for each other. It's disgustingly cute.â
âJJ would tell us that though,â John B points out, turning to look at Pope.
Pope nods, âYeah, Kie says the same thing but you didnât see the argument. The way they looked and looked at each other? It wasnât just an argument between friends.â
John B hums, not really knowing how to take the newfound information. He guesses it makes sense though, with how quick you were to let them in the other day and how JJ was so relaxed while they were there. John B is sure he hasnât seen his best friend so relaxed since they were little kids. It was a sight and it confused him a lot but with this idea placed in his head, it makes sense.
They leave then, letting the two girls do their work. John B thanks them again for the book even though they had no idea about it in the first place. Pope looks over to John B and he can see the questions burning bright in his eyes but he wouldnât even know how to begin to answer them. He knows theyâre both wondering about JJ and if heâs okay and if youâre okay. But if they didnât know about it before then thereâs most likely a reason so they leave it alone. They just go back to the chateau, excited to read the book.
On the beach, youâre sitting there in the sand, just close enough to the water that it grazes your toes every once in a while. The sun is hovering over the horizon, casting a wonderful mix of pink and orange into the sky that reflects off the water. It's a breathtaking sight and it only makes the tears continue to flow down your cheeks. Youâre not outwardly sobbing but the tears are a steady flow and you hiccup every few seconds because you canât breathe very well.
The wind blows through your hair and it sends a wave of goosebumps over the skin thatâs exposed. You ignore it though, can barely feel the chill of the air because youâre just feeling entirely numb. Chest is aching as you canât stop thinking about JJ and how he chose to do something so stupid. To risk so much in his life for something that had a much more reasonable solution.
Something soft drops down around your bare shoulders and you startle at the feeling of it before the familiar scent of it makes its way to your nose. Despite your mind being upset with your boyfriend, your body relaxes into the material and into the familiar hands that are warm on your shoulders. The temperature difference makes you shiver.
âHey,â JJ whispers, pausing for a moment before continuing, âbaby.â The pet name makes you let out a shaky breath, tears pooling over once more when you close your eyes to keep yourself composed. âI, uh, figured I'd find you here.â
You absentmindedly nod your head and turn it away from him when he drops down beside you. You shakily wipe away the trail of tears but you know itâs worthless because you know theyâll be quickly replaced.
âI know youâre upset with me and I know I messed up.â JJ whispers, wringing his fingers in front of him. âI know that itâs wrong of me to automatically jump into the mindset of a destined fuck up whenever Iâm angry or spiraling.â he sighs and hangs his head. âBut, I promise you, I am working on it. I try my hardest to not let that be where my mind goes. Itâs just that my dad,â he pauses to collect himself and lets out a harsh breath to help fight his tears. âHeâs just, heâs ruined me and itâs been ingrained in me by everyone else around me. They always remind me of where I'm from and who I'm from, taunting me with the threat of ending up just like that whenever I do the smallest thing they donât agree with. They never once tried to help me, or pull me out of it, just always reminded me of what a fuck up Iâm going to be because of him.â
You sit there and listen to him, youâve heard bits of this before and you know how hard itâs been for him, how hard this topic is for him. He speaks with such conviction behind his words though, he wants you to believe him and see that heâs trying. Heâs opening up to you even more than he usually does. His voice is wavering as he fights back tears enough to speak. You turn your head, not to look at him but to see him out of your peripheral vision. He's fidgeting with his fingers, his mouth popping open a bit as he moves his jaw around to help him breathe through the emotion clogging his throat.
âI'm sorry,â you see him nod, âI'm sorry I threw that out there the other day. I knew it was wrong but I said it anyway. l was just so angry and I wasnât thinking straight.â he shakes his head and shoves his fingers through his hair. âYouâre the only person who has ever made me feel like I can be better than how I was raised. The only person that can see that I am truly better than how I was raisedâ JJ lets out a breath that is close to a sob and roughly wipes at his eyes.
You want so badly to reach out and grab his hand, to comfort him, but you canât bring yourself to. You need to get through this.
âYouâre the only person who has ever seen a good in me that no one else has ever seen and you took a chance with me. And I shouldn't-â he clenches his jaw, âI shouldnât have said what I did. I am different from my dad. I am better. I am and I know that most of the time. Itâs just when Iâm angry, I feel like Iâm so much like him that I canât see anything different. I canât see what you see when Iâm angry and it pushes me into a spiral.â
The tears are coming so fast that you donât bother to move them. Your nose is so plugged up you canât breathe at all now unless you open your mouth. You hiccup dramatically as you try to catch your breath.
âYou've taught me so much about myself.â JJ smiles briefly. âI don't think I'll ever be able to repay you for it. Youâve made me feel so good, so loved, so happy. Something I had barely known until I met you.â JJ cries, a sob flying out of him so quick it sounds like it got punched out of him. It takes him a few minutes to gather himself enough to continue, âI'd understand it if you didnât want to be with me anymore. I get it. I do fuck up and I fuck up a lot because I canât always keep a handle on my mental stability; I understand that it can be a lot to deal with. Especially when you struggle with it yourself.â
JJ turns to look at you but you donât look at him. Youâre crying so hard. These earth shattering cries that hurt your chest, that make your heart feel like itâs crumbling. The waves are blurry in front of you and you use the setting sun to try and ground yourself, to get ahold of yourself but it does little to help. A wind has started to blow across the beach and it makes you shake. You want to focus on all these things but you just canât, JJâs words are taking up too much space.
âYou really are the most beautiful person I have ever met, have ever known. Your soul was meant for you to be a beautiful person inside and out. They way youâre so ready to love, to help, to care is something thatâs always left me amazed.â he says and you have to close your eyes against the onslaught of tears. âI'm so grateful for all the time youâve given me, itâs more than I couldâve ever imagined. I'm always going to love you.â
The pressure in your chest hurts, your heart aching, your lungs as well, as you fight your breathing. Everything just hurts so bad. You feel like everything is falling apart around you and youâre sure this is the worst thing to happen to you since everything thatâs happened with your parents.
You pull your legs up and wrap your arms around them, to rest your forehead on your knees. It muffles the sounds of your cries but just barely. You rock your head side to side slightly to try and help yourself calm down and it just doesnât work. It only takes a moment before a comforting hand settles on your back. It gradually moves up and down your spine, spreading a warmth through you that only spurs on the crying. You hate that itâs so familiar. Hate that your body reacts to it in such a way. That you lean into it and melt under it the way youâve always done.
âPlease, just tell me,â you eventually choke out, gasping in a stuttering breath. You just need to know. You need to know the one thing he failed to mention. âI need to know that you didnât actually go through with breaking John B out.â
The hand JJ has on your back stops and you let out a stuttering breath because of it because thereâs no way. Youâve got to be dreaming right now, thereâs no way he just said all those beautiful words to you only for him to go and ruin it all by doing the one thing that could end it all. End everything youâve built with him.
âNo.â he says, âI almost did though, got my cousin on board and got all the way to the jail to tell John B the plan. But just as I was getting ready to say something about it- the little voice in the back of my head that must have been yours, I spit out the lawyer thing instead.â
You feel your entire body deflate at the words, a calm rushing through your veins for the first time in days as you take in the fact he really didnât do it. You have been so worried he wouldnât see the stupidity behind his idea and heâd go through with it. Go through with something that would inevitably have gotten him taken away from you.
âIt was a stupid idea. It really was and it only wouldâve ended badly. Wouldâve gotten myself into so much trouble and left you behind because of it. I couldn't live with the idea of that nor actually do something that could make it a reality.â
âYouâre not lying to me, are you?â you canât help but question, strictly because he was so dead set on his plan. âJohn B is out and the last I knew was that he was set to go for trial for the death penalty.â
JJ moves his hand up your back to wrap it around the back of your neck. âLook at me, please.â When you donât, he gently squeezes your neck, âPlease, look at me. I won't answer your question until you do.â
It takes you a few moments to do so, to work up to look into the eyes that make you feel like youâre floating peacefully out in the ocean. You take a few more breaths, trying to calm the stuttering of your chest every time you do take a breath. JJ gives you a few more comforting squeezes to your neck and patiently waits for you to collect yourself.
You decide to turn to him first, keeping your eyes closed as you do. JJ is quick to frame your face between his hands when you do, his thumbs cleaning up any and every tear that still falls from your eyes. After a few moments of silence between the two of you, you feel JJ start to move, his body coming in closer to yours until heâs pressing a kiss to your forehead. He lets out a shaky exhale against the skin there as he keeps his lips pressed against you. It's calming. It makes your heart beat slow down and gives you the courage to open your eyes.
âOkay,â you whisper, nodding as much as you can with how tight heâs holding onto you.
JJ pulls back but only far enough to comfortably look into your eyes. He looks tired, the normally vibrant eyes of his are dull and accompanied with deep, dark, bags under his eyes. Theyâre bloodshot, red rimmed, and so puffy. You canât help but frown at how much this has clearly affected him.
He swipes his thumbs along the waterline of your eyes, âI am not lying to you, I promise.â His tone is so sure, so earnest, that thereâs no way he could ever fake that kind of emotion. The truth shines bright in his eyes, his contact with you unwavering as he says âI haven't lied to you once before and I don't plan on starting now.â And thatâs the truth. He's never told you any sort of lie, always truthful about anything that you ask him. Most of the time heâll come to you to tell you something before you ever think about asking.
âHow'd he get out?â
âShoupe came through. He believed us and found out about Rafe being the one to kill Peterkin.â JJ explains, his voice barely above a whisper.
You flick your eyes around his face, searching for any fault in his words, in his expression but you canât find any. He's looking at you with open, vulnerable eyes, showing you and giving you everything you want and need.
âI believe you.â
Relief visibly washes over JJ as you watch his entire body decompress. Every muscle in his body relaxes, falling completely limp as he slumps over beside you. His hands drop from your face and his eyes close, his face going slack as he lets out a long shaky breath. Tears make their way down his face and they drip off his chin when he tips his head back to the sky. He sits there and just breathes, breathes evenly, as the tension keeps rolling out of his body like waves.
âBut JJ, I meant what I said. I can't keep watching you do this same thing over and over again.â you assert.
JJ nods frantically, âI know. I know, I'm going to try.â His head is still tipped back but his words reach you as if he were staring right at you. âI canât lose you. And I canât lose you because of some stupid shit my dad put in my head.â He brings his head down to look at you, âThese past few days have been absolute hell. I honestly donât think Iâd ever be able to get over it if I never got to be with you again.â
You take a moment to look at him, to take in how vulnerable he looks. The guard he holds up when normally around others is nowhere in sight as he opens himself up for you. His eyes are clear and that earlier dullness has seemed to lift a little, making him seem more present in the moment. He lets you watch him and in return he watches you. His face looks more relaxed than it did earlier and he looks his age now. Not like someone whoâs taken on the strain of someone much, much, older. You havenât seen him look so young in a very long time and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. The last little traces of sunlight makes his skin glow, makes it look softer; highlights the lines of his face. His hair is disheveled from the wind, itâs sticking up wildly in a bunch of different directions and you yearn to run your fingers through it to get it to swoop back into place.
He is one of the most wonderful people youâve ever met. One of the most beautiful as well. His mind, while a little scattered, is strong and always open to listen, to try new things. His heart is big, caring, and beats for the people around him. He would do absolutely anything for the people he loves, no matter how much theyâve hurt him. He's kind and friendly, always ready to be there for someone when they need it. He's protective and attentive to everything youâve ever needed. He's put his whole body, mind, and soul into this relationship and you love him endlessly for it.
The tears build up in your eyes once more as you think back on your relationship and how much youâve been through together. He's been there for you through everything life has thrown at you recently, ready with comfort in any form youâd take. Even when he would be going through his own things, he didnât care, heâd drop it all to be with you. The thought of not having him here with you makes you ache, physically ache, and itâs not something you want to experience outside of your thoughts.
The past few days have been absolutely exhausting. Like every last bit of life has been sucked out of you at just the thought of ending things with JJ. Youâve intertwined with him so much, have woven yourselves around each other so deeply that if you were to leave or he you, you would have a JJ shaped hole in your soul.
âI love you, JJ, so much.â you whisper. âThe thought of not being with you anymore hurts me more than you would ever imagine.â
JJ's breath hitches, his eyes watering in an instant but he doesnât dare look away from you. He sets his jaw and looks like heâs about to brace himself for bad news when you continue to speak. You frown at him.
âi just,â you blow a breath out, wipe at your eyes, âIs it healthy, JJ? To feel such soul crushing pain at just the thought of not being with you.â
âI don't care,â he panics, darting his hands out to grip yours. He squeezes them so tight, as if heâs afraid youâre going to vanish right before his eyes. âWeâre in a healthy relationship and thatâs whatâs important, you know? We always have an open line of communication, we donât hide things from one another, we talk about whatâs bothering us, we can just look at each other and know what weâre thinking. We try new things together and we let each other like different things. We give each other space when we need it, and we listen to each other about our wants and needs. We always find a way to work through our problems. We trust and protect each other.â JJ speaks in a frenzied tone, like if he doesnât speak fast enough he wonât get the chance to finish. He keeps a tight hold on your hands, not once letting the grip waver.
You drop your gaze from his eyes, not being able to handle watching him cry any longer, and focus on your now entwined hands. JJ soothes his thumbs over the backs of your hands and you smile at the sight.
Physical touch has always been, surprisingly, big for JJ; always seeking out your touch to bring him comfort. He has to be touching you at almost all times, a hand in yours, on your back, thigh, arm, anywhere that he can reach. You happily reciprocate, giving him your touch as well, simple, soothing, soft, tender touches to show him those types of touches are meant for him too. You crave his touch just as much as he craves yours and it never fails to light a fire inside of you. He's just so warm and every caress is so enticing that youâre more than happy to match his physical touch. It truly does surprise you though because with all you know about his dad, you figured that itâd be at the bottom of his list of love languages but itâs up at the very top. And youâll always be delighted to indulge him.
âAnd donât even get me started on the connection we have when weâre you know-â JJ pauses dramatically enough for you to look up at him, â-you know, connected.â he grins, raises his eyebrows up at you suggestively.
You canât help but snort, letting out a laugh that tips your head back with the force. Your heart swells happily in your chest and a rush flows through your veins at his implications. You know just how good that connection is between the two of you. Absolutely wonderful is what it is.
âWeâre like professionals, baby,â JJ giggles, pulling on your hands enough to yank you forward so your forehead rests against the middle of his chest. You can feel his heartbeat. âThe way you make me feel, so safe, so loved, so satisfied,â you can hear the teasing smile as he says the word. You blush. âI couldn't ever imagine giving myself like that to someone else. Youâve ruined me for anyone else.â
Youâre smiling so big your cheeks hurt. Your chest feels lighter even though tears still trickle down your cheeks. JJ has always had a knack for making you laugh in a serious situation. Has always known the perfect time to slide something inappropriate in (pun intended) to make you feel better. You let out a laugh at your own thoughts and tell JJ it when he questions you. And youâre positive you both look a sight; crying but huddled together in a fit of laughter.
After a few moments of borderline delusional laughter, youâre settled back down but now youâre resting almost completely in JJâs lap. His legs are outstretched on either side of you and yours are crossed, thighs resting atop his. Your arms are wrapped securely around one another as you both try and regulate your breathing but yours is still coming out in harsh stutters like youâre fighting the urge to cry. And you suppose you are with the tingling in your nose still present.
JJ is running his hands across the expanse of your back in soothing circles, shushing you every few seconds with kisses to your temple. He eventually moves to shove his face into the crook of your neck, taking in a long breath when he does and you know itâs because heâs trying to comfort himself. He does it a few more times, takes in steadying breaths with his nose brushing over the pulse point in your neck, before just resting his forehead there instead. Your hands bunch up in the fabric of his t-shirt and you hold him against you, seeking out the comfort of him.
âI'm scared,â you confess once the quiet that settles feels too heavy.
JJâs hands pause on your back, you feel his heart skip a beat under your forehead, and you hear his breath hitch. âOf what?â
You push into his chest, seeking out the beating of his heart to ground you. To let you know heâs right there with you. Right now. âOf losing you.â
âYou canât lo-â
âNo JJ,â you cut him off, shaking your head, and his heartbeat stutters, âOur lives coincide with each other so much that if you werenât with me anymore, thereâd be a gaping hole in my life, in my soul. That scares me. It terrifies me that I've entwined my life with you so much.â
JJâs breathing falters. A heavy breath fans out over your exposed collarbones.
âI know that we have a healthy relationship, I know that. I know that weâre nearly perfectly balanced in every aspect of it but-â
âNo, no buts. please.â JJ pleads and your heart clenches at the tone of desperation in his voice.
âBut,â you continue, fisting his shirt even harder, âthe last few days have exhausted me so much I've barely slept. And that scares me, JJ. I rely on having you with me so much.â
âBut isnât that what a relationship is when youâre genuinely in love with the person?â JJ questions, pulling away from the crook of your neck. He takes your face in his hands again and pulls you away from his chest so he can look at you. âWeâre meant to spend time with one another, to rely on each other.â
The look in his eyes is hopeful, behind his tears, and it makes him look so beyond vulnerable you donât know how to take it. JJ and his emotions have always been a little out of tune especially when expressing them and so when you see them, it always takes you aback. He's looking at you and you know he wants you to agree with him, to validate him, on what heâs saying and just move on from this, to come out stronger on the other side like you always have. But youâre just so rattled that you donât know if you can tell him that you agree even though you do. You agree with him so much.
You decide to skip over what he had said and continue like it never happened.
âI've lost so much in my life, JJ, everything I've ever loved is just not here anymore. Youâre one of the only people left that I have and I truly donât want to lose you.â you bring your hands up to wrap them around his wrists to keep his hands on your face. âIt scares me and I know I keep saying it but thereâs this panic inside of me that just hasnât simmered down since the other day because of your idiotic idea. You werenât listening, you were so adamant about it, and all I saw was you getting taken from me just like everything else.â youâre crying again, downright sobbing through your words. Itâs getting hard to breathe and the panic thatâs been settled under your skin for days is making its way out.
JJâs cries are almost as intense as yours and you can see the guilt floating around in his eyes as he looks at you and tries to get you to calm down. Heâs wiping tears away as they fall with his thumbs, with his lips but itâs pointless; your tears are falling too quick. Your chest feels like itâs about to cave in and youâre getting too hot, your skin starting to feel like itâs on fire. It's overwhelming and JJ's ever electrifying presence is too close to help.
In a swift movement, youâve yanked yourself away and you stand up. Youâre unsteady on your legs as they wobble under you and you probably wouldâve ended up back on the ground if JJ hadnât followed you up so quickly and slid his hands across your waist.
âYou scared me, JJ.â you confess, nearly shouting with how uneven your breathing is at the moment.
JJ stumbles away from you like you slapped him, a sob falling out of him so harshly that he bends at the waist and grips at his chest like heâd been stabbed. It hurts your entire body to watch and be the reason for eliciting one of his anxiety attacks but you realize your words are the truth. Itâs the reason youâve been so soul crushingly hurt, you realize. JJ; the one person who has never scared you, has proven time and time again that you can trust him, scared the living shit out of you.
âI-â he gasps, tilting his head to look at you and the sight makes you cry even more. He looks absolutely wrecked, like his world just got yanked out from under his feet. âI never-â he tries again but just gasps and frantically shakes his head.
âI'm sorry,â you cry.
He just continues to shake his head, mumbling a course of noâs at you like itâs the only word in his vocabulary.
âYou scared me,â you say again, shuddering over every word, âAnd I know you didnât mean to, okay? Okay, I know that. I know you were just upset and you didnât mean to do it intentionally.â
JJ looks at you, his eyes filled with so much sorrow, guilt, pain, and unadulterated love, that you have to clench your own eyes to at least try to stop the tears. You hold your breath, to try and get the sobs under control but it only forces a whimper through your lips before a stuttering sob escapes.
âBaby,â JJ whimpers, a shuddering breath of his own expelling out of him. âBaby, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I nev- I never wanted that to happen. I've tried so hard to make sure I never do that. I'm so sorry. Please, please believe me when I tell you how sorry I am. Youâre the most precious thing ever, I've never wanted to hurt you like this. To put you through this.â
You just nod. You know that. You know that more than you know anything else in this world. JJ has never had any malicious intent with you.
âI believe you JJ, I do. I trust you.â you say, opening your eyes to look at him again and you let out another cry when you make eye contact. He looks so sad. âI just- I think I just need a few more days to let it settle. I need to get past this, to get past the fact you didnât do anything to actually jeopardize our relationship. I've had it set in my brain that you did it and I've been playing over the ending in my head so much that itâs all I can see right now. I just need to get it out of my head, okay.â
âAnything,â JJ nods, âanything you need to come back to me and trust me again.â
You step up to him and grab his face between your hands, âI never stopped trusting you, alright? Never.â
JJ sucks in a breath, his chin quivering. He brings his hands up to cup your face and tilts your heads together so your foreheads touch. Your shaky breaths mingle as you both just stand there, eyes closed, noses touching. A calm spreads through you then, your blood settling in your veins and warming your body up to a respectable temperature. Your heart settles and your stomach stops itâs drastic swooping.
âI love you, yeah?â
âI know.â you smile, hiccuping through a breath. âBut, Iâm going to go home.â
He smiles painfully at you but nods anyway. âI'll see you in a few days?â
You nod, âYou will.â
âGood,â JJ grins.
He lets you go and bends down to wrap his hoodie around your shoulders again and he slightly pushes you away once itâs secure. You get precisely three steps away before you turn back to your boyfriend, âI love you.â
Even though he looks worse for wear, he smiles brightly at you, like heâs not crying, like tears arenât heavily falling down his cheeks. You know youâre in the same boat though and it only gets worse the further you get from him. And you know it only hurts so bad because youâre leaving your soul right there on that beach for the time being.
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âJJ,â you breathe out, pulling a little on his hair to get his attention. It doesnât work, he just lets out a long groan instead. âJJ!â
He hums in acknowledgment but doesnât stop his descent on your neck, his lips pressed firmly to the skin there. When he reaches his favorite spot, the pulse point in your neck, he presses an open mouthed kiss to it, bites it gently, before sucking harshly. Your knees buckle at the pleasure that races through you and a moan rips through you at full force. You pull on his hair and the vibrations of his own moan against your skin sends a shock wave down your spine. You feel like absolute jelly under his touch.
Youâre positive youâre about to slip down the wall youâre pushed up against but JJ crowds you even more. Pressing you further into the wall behind you, he shoves a thigh between yours and grips tight at your hips, causing the material of your shirt to bunch up in his hands. You let out a moan at the contact.
âJJ,â you gasp out and this time he lifts his head and makes eye contact with you. His eyes flicker to your lips the very next second. âJJ you need to go, youâll be late.â
âShh,â he whispers, darting forward to place a kiss to your lips. You can tell he meant for it to be chaste but he doesnât quite accomplish that and melts into you. His lips mush into yours slowly, languidly, like he just needs to feel them. âShh,â he murmurs again, like he forgot he already shushed you, and barely pulls his lips away from yours. Youâre breathing heavily against his lips, mouths open, as you both try desperately to catch your bearings but youâre just feeling so good right now.
âYouâre going to be late,â you say again but youâre distracted and your voice trails off wistfully when JJ starts working his way down your jaw again. He's trailing wet kisses all over your skin and it feels like heaven. Like youâre floating through the air.
âMmm,â JJ hums when he gets to your pulse point again. âYou smell so good. And this looks so good,â he says, his voice raspy and wrecked. You feel his fingers trace over the skin of your neck, trace over the mark you know he left behind. âThis looks so good on you.â he marvels.
His pupils are so dilated and his breathing is so ragged. His hair is askew, sticking up in every which way. His lips are red and swollen, slick with a combination of your spit, and his, from your languorous kisses. He's an absolute sight for sore eyes and all you want to do is crawl under his skin and stay there. Your hands ache to feel his skin, his breathing, his heartbeat, his soul. And you canât help but let out a needy whine when your brain finally registers his appearance, completely disheveled and almost completely covered.
JJâs looking at you again, his gaze set on your face and itâs so heavy you can practically feel it. Your face is set ablaze under it and it makes your chest heave.
âKiss me,â JJ demands, his tone nearly breathless. Youâre in such a deep daze, your mind cloudy with such a hot lust that you donât know what to do. JJâs hand is warm where he holds it on the mark heâs left upon your delicate skin. It's so hot everywhere. You might combust. âKiss me, baby. I'm going to die if you keep looking at me like that and do nothing.â
So you do. You kiss him deeply, roughly, passionately. Pushing into him headily and shoving your tongue into his mouth, desperate to be closer to him. The hungry open-mouthed kisses turn sloppy very quickly, all teeth and heavy breaths as you try to focus, your brain feeling like itâs straight up melting. Itâs so overwhelming but you donât want it to end, truly, just wish you could stay like this forever. You had missed him so much; your soul craving to be with him, your body yearning for his touch, your mind aching for his company. It had only about a week apart from him but it felt like a lifetime.
And itâs like JJ read your thoughts, âI missed you, so much.â he breathes when he pulls away, his chest heaving and his heart breathing rapidly under where you rest your palm against him. He pushes his forehead into yours hard enough that the back of your head hits the wall behind you. âMy pretty lady.â
His hands come up to cradle your face and yours slide down his sides until youâre holding onto his hips. You pull him in closer, making his entire body press firmly against your own. You can feel him absolutely everywhere, your every sense filled completely with him. It soothes everything in your body.
âWeâve been together all day,â you point out, your gaze darting to his lips briefly when he runs his tongue over the bottom one. He smirks and you look back into his eyes. Heâs watching you with such a fire in his eyes that it knocks the breath out of you. âLike, literally together.â You lean forward so whisper hotly in his ear, âCombined.â
He lets out a groan as his knees buckle slightly under him. He pushes your head back against the wall and forcefully trails his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks and nuzzles his nose against yours. He places a kiss to each corner of your mouth, purposely missing your lips and you tilt up your chin to try and get him to kiss you but he stays just far enough away.
âAnd?â he questions, pushing his thumbs up and running them across the waterline of your eyes. âI could spend the rest of my life together with you, baby, as one.â he says, voice gruff as he speaks against your lips. They tingle, borderline hurt but you donât move away from him. You blush. âWeâre just so good at it.â
You let out an airy giggle. Yeah. You guys are very good, very good at it.
âWell,â you swallow thickly when his lips tantalizingly graze yours, âThey say practice makes perfect.â
JJ grins, âYeah they do.â and then his lips are on yours again, kissing you languidly once more, the hastiness from before drawn out now as he moves his mouth slowly against you. Pulling back every few seconds just to press back in. Sickeningly sweet grazes of your lips together before a long, hard, kiss that pulls the air right out of your lungs.
Kissing JJ has always been one of your favorite things. He knows how to do it so well. How to convey every ounce of his love for you into every single one and it knocks you on your ass no every single time no matter what. The chaste ones as heâs walking by or after heâs asked you a question, his simple hello and goodbye kisses, the ones heâll press into your skin when youâre distracted or speaking to someone- that let you know heâs thinking about you, the ones where he pushes in deep and claims every bit of you, the ones he just presses on you to be close. All of them express what he feels for you; the pure, sweet, and unadulterated love he has for you that sends a spark down your spine and over your skin every time.
You melt against the kiss that heâs currently pressing against your lips, the soft brush of his lips sends a shiver through you and when you sigh against him he takes the opportunity to trace his tongue along yours. Itâs slow and deep, passionate enough that it curls your toes in your boots. Youâre so deep in him that your mind has absolutely no other thought in it but him, his hands, his lips, his scent. Youâre so lost in him but thereâs no other place youâd rather be, physically or mentally.
âLet's just not go,â JJ mumbles against your lips. âI don't care about it.â he states, dragging his nose across both your cheeks, his tone very distracted. âI only care about you.â
âYour friends will send out a search party if you donât show up,â you murmur, letting out a content sigh when JJ kisses a spot just below your ear simultaneously with moving the thigh nestled between yours. âYou know how much they care about these bonfires.â
âI'll just tell them I'm sick.â
You let out a laugh and push him away from you slightly, not nearly far enough away to really disconnect from him. âWe should go, just to be in the atmosphere and the music and the alcohol we donât have to pay for.â
JJ lets out a whine, running his hands down your face until they rest on each side of your neck. He pushes his thumbs up under your jaw to tilt your head back so you can keep eye contact with him when he takes a step back. He looks at you with hooded eyes and you know for a fact yours are the same, the desire running between the two of you is so so heavy. âI don't think I can be separated from you for that long.â
âSure you can,â you breathe, squeezing at his hips to pull him flush against you once more.
âAnd I donât think you can either,â he smirks, tipping down to press his lips to yours. You whine when he pulls away far too quick for your liking.
His hold on your jaw makes it difficult for you to move your head to kiss him, but then you trail your hands up his back and grab his shoulders to pull him closer- to be able to press a kiss to his lips. And you kiss him happily, humming along with each kiss you press to his lips. âI'll hide from your friends all night so when weâre together they wonât ever assume itâs me.â
JJ hums, a thoughtful look crossing his features as he looks at you, at your lips. He subconsciously licks his own before dropping another kiss to your mouth. âMmm, that reminds me of our first bonfire together,â he kisses you again, âand everyone kept asking what touron I was with for two whole days,â he kisses you a bit harder now, âbecause they didnât know about you.â
Your mind canât help but think back to that night and the exciting thrill you felt the entire time.
You and JJ had only been together for about six months when the first bonfire of the new year took place. Both of you had still been trying to get used to the transition into dating and keeping it hidden from his friends that it was a little difficult at the time. It didn't hinder anything though. No one really knew that you had even known JJ for almost a year by that point so no one wouldâve ever put you two together in the first place. It also helped that you kept to yourself. Noone but people you knew, knew who you were. It was easy for JJ to pretend heâd never seen you before.
âJJ, why arenât you hooking up with anyone?â Pope had asked, his brows furrowed. âYouâre usually all over it by now!â
âYeah! Whatâs up with that?â John B asked, and took a drastic swig of his drink. âYou got a girlfriend or something?â
âNo!â JJ had answered a little too quickly and he cleared his throat. He lifted his hat with one hand and ran the other through his hair nervously. âNo, I don't have a girlfriend.â
You almost giggled at him but that wouldâve given your hiding spot away. He sounded so indignant and not confident in his answer at all, it should have been very obvious that he was lying. JJ was sitting with his two friends on a log on the edge of the crowd near the tree line of the woods and you were standing almost directly behind them. He hadnât seen you yet tonight and you were just waiting for the perfect time to show yourself so he can see you and act on it.
âThere's some lookers here,â John B shrugged, âYou can definitely find someone.â
âYeah, summer's just started and I've already seen so many attractive people here.â Pope added and took a drink of his beer.
JJ had shrugged and took a long pull from his own drink, âI just havenât seen anyone tonight thatâs really caught my eye.â
John B and Pope look at JJ like heâd grown another head, âAre you feeling alright?â they teased and John B jokingly pressed the back of his hand to his best friend's forehead.
Feeling like that was the perfect time, you had stumbled, like someone had pushed into you, and fell against JJâs back just as he was swatting his best friend's hand away.
âOh, I am so sorry!â you had gasped and made eye contact with JJ just long enough for him to see the mirth in your eyes. You had seen him smile just before you turned around.
âWho was that?â youâd heard Pope ask as you made it a few steps away.
âIâve never seen her,â John B said the same time that JJ said, âI don't know but I'd like to find out.â
John B and Pope had let out cheers and clapped JJ on the back claiming that their boy was back but JJ wasnât listening, he couldnât look away from the last spot he had seen you. The two of you had already come up with a place to meet and he was quick to leave his friends behind once he had set eyes on you, once he knew you were there. They had said nothing to him about leaving, just had continued on with their conversation and beer.
âHey, stranger,â JJ had whispered into your ear as he walked up behind you and grabbed at your hips.
âMmm,â you hummed and pressed back against him slightly before you turned around. âThis is a bit of a presumptuous move for someone you call a stranger.â
JJ dropped his hands from your hips and took a step back, his eyes gleaming under the light of the moon. âMy lady, I do apologize for the unsolicited touch.â
You giggled at him, a thrill rushing through your veins at the way he looked at you. It was still so early in your relationship but he looked at you like you were everything, like you were the reason the moon hung in the sky you were standing under. Your hand fell to his chest and rested there.
âI'm going to make your friends think you have luck with the ladies,â you teased.
JJ brought a hand up to his chest in mock offense and his fingers brushed over yours, âDonât I though?â
You bring your other hand up to your face and tapped this time of the cup you were holding to your chin. âI don't know, do you? I do have a boyfriend.â
An excitement had flickered through JJâs eyes and dilated his pupils. âDo you now?â
âI do,â you nodded, smiling so big at him. âHe's very handsome, really, super tan and his biceps are so big!â you overdramatized, batted your eyelashes. JJ let out a giggle and tipped his head forward to be closer to yours. âHe's so nice too, kind, caring, and a great kisser!â
âSounds like he needs his ass kicked. I could do it if youâd like me to.â
âI don't know,â you hummed, âI'm quite fond of him. I like him a lot, actually.â you mused.
JJ was looking at you with hooded eyes, his face screamed at you that he was turned on and he wasnât going to be able to control it for much longer. You raised your eyebrows at him, challenged him to take the bait. His fingers found yours again and he was quick to lace your them together with his and pull you flush against him. His other hand had come up to remove the cup from your other and set it down on the log beside you both.
âCareful, youâll make him jealous,â you murmured, your voice dropping down to a sensual tone as you ran your, now, free hand down his arm. The desire crackled between you as intense as the fire a few feet away.
âDonât worry, I'm up for the challenge,â he mumbled just before he claimed your lips as his own. He pushed into you hard, not taking any sort of time to warm up into something more. His kiss was needy and desperate as he pushed into your mouth without hesitation. You let him in, let him claim every inch of you he wanted.
In the distance, his group of friends watched on, their jaws dropped as they took in the way JJ kissed you. They watched in almost complete amazement as he shoved his tongue into your mouth and kissed you with such a force it made you lean back. They had not one idea who you were and were under the assumption you were a complete stranger to JJ. And they would never understand how he could get away with kissing a stranger like that. Like they were lovers.
âHow does he always manage to get the hottest girls at these things?â John B had asked.
âJohn B, you have a girlfriend.â Kie stated even though she was also wondering the same thing.
âAnd heâs right.â Sarah, John Bâs girlfriend, said. âThat girl is so hot.â
âI've never seen him kiss someone like that though,â Pope spoke up, his head tilted to the side like he was trying to piece information together. âYou think thatâs his girlfriend?â
There was a collective of everyone saying ânoâ as everyone said it at the same time. âHe would tell us if he had a girlfriend.â Kie had added.
âYeah,â John B conceded, âAnyway, wanna bet we wonât see him again until tomorrow?â
âDown!â
They actually didnât see him again until two days later. And when they saw him again they teased him endlessly for it but he still didnât give way to who you were.
âI'm thoroughly shocked they never found out about us.â you sigh when a kiss to your neck brings you back to the present.
âThey like to think theyâre observant,â JJ shrugs, âtheyâre not. And theyâre so gullible. I tell them I leave with an out of townie every time thereâs a party and they believe it every time.â
âWell you do have a reputation to withhold.â you tease, bringing him in to kiss him again.
JJ smiles and kisses you again, âNot a reputation Iâve cared about since the day we met.â
âSuch a softy,â you grin, smiling into the kiss he presses onto your lips once more. And theyâre so sweet you canât help but smile even more, until thereâs far too much teeth to kiss properly.
JJ lets out a suffering groan when his phone starts to ring again, the vibration of it dangerously close to the part of your body that is undeniably ready for your boyfriend once more. And he must sense it because he lets it ring out, pushing his thigh further between yours. The smirk he gives you when you feel your eyes get hazy buckles your knees and you pull him down for another steamy kiss. He greedily accepts it using the thumbs he still has on your face, to push into your cheeks and open your mouth to him.
The phone starts ringing again and itâs now irritating you too much so you push JJ away from you, annoyed at the interruption itâs causing you. You shove your hand into his pocket and retrieve the offending object yourself, answering it and shoving it to his ear.
âHello?â he answers in a huff, breathless and annoyed.
âJ- are you okay? Why are you out of breath?â youâre close enough to hear John B on the other end of the line.
âI was in the middle of doing something, man,â JJ says lamely.
âWhat are you doing? Where are you? We havenât seen you all day?â
JJ pauses, his mind going blank when you grind into him. He clenches his eyes and when he opens them back up he looks like heâs in a daze. You smirk at him when you hear John B call out his name when it takes too long for JJ to respond.
âHm? Oh, yeah! I've just been uh, I've been dealing with something today.â JJ says, not sounding convincing in the slightest. You have to stifle a giggle.
âOkay?â John B sounds utterly confused. âWell, where are you now? The kegger has already started.â
âI'll be there in a bit, I got a little caught up with something.â JJ says, looking at you through heavy lids. He drags one of his hands down to your neck so he can press his fingertips into the spot he made on your neck. You nearly drop his phone when he presses into the mark.
âHurry, man, it seems like itâs going to be a good night.â
âAlright, chill, the suns not even down yet.â JJ laughs and you decide that itâs enough and end the call. âBaby, youâre breathtaking and oh so very distracting.â he murmurs, pressing into the spot again before removing his fingers and dipping down to suck at the mark once more. You do drop his phone this time.
âOh my god,â you moan out, shoving your hands in his hair and pulling on it. The sensation hurts but it feels so good too and it sends a hot spark down your spine. You bring up your leg and wrap it around his own, pulling him closer to you. âJJ.â
A moan vibrates against your throat and it makes your heart jump in your chest and your skin feel like itâs on fire. He soothes the sore spot by tracing his tongue over it before placing a kiss to the skin. Goosebumps rise over your arms when he blows air over the marked skin and it causes him to smirk at you. His warm hands smooth down your exposed arms until he reaches your hands where he grabs them and raises them above your head, twining your fingers together to press them into the wall.
Your body flushes with heat, your heart rate increasing as it pounds harshly in your chest and your breath hitches in your throat. JJ presses his body completely against yours, covering every inch of yours with his own. âJJ?â you whisper, tilting your head back to look up at him under your lashes. He nods. âIf you donât let me go, we're not going to end up leaving.â
His body warms up where you can feel his skin against yours, âMaybe that was the plan.â
âJJ, you already said-â you trail off with a heavy breath when he rolls his hips into yours teasingly, âsaid youâd be there.â
âWhy would I go see my friends when I can just see you?â JJ questions, his voice husky. He moves both of your hands into one of his and trails his free one down to your lower back where he holds you to his body. âYou know I'd much rather see you.â
Today has been an intense day for you and JJ, both emotionally and physically. He had shown up at six in the morning, the sun barely rising as he climbed into your bed with you, and wrapped your arms around himself to cuddle into your chest. It had startled you at first, your groggy, sleep deprived mind, barley recognizing him before he pressed a kiss to your chest and held you close to him, his body trembling against yours. He apologized for coming to you when you needed space but he wasnât doing well and he needed you and you couldnât turn him down. Not when he was crying and trembling against your body, where yours was warm and his was way too cold to be normal.
It didnât take long for either of you to end up naked after he got there, realigning with one another both emotionally and physically once again. Coming together easily as if you hadnât been apart for a little over a week. You both cried and apologized and loved each other so passionately that you fell asleep afterwards, getting the sleep you both so desperately needed. It proceeded to happen three more times with a food break between time two and three; a shower after the third before you fell back to sleep.
JJ hasnât been able to leave you alone all day, touching you in some way, keeping ahold of you as if youâd disappear if he let go. He followed you into the bathroom to keep whatever conversation you were having going, he kept his arms around your waist while you made something to eat. He crowded you into the shower where he washed your hair and your body slowly; taking the time to run his fingers over every inch of your body. You were happy to reciprocate, to indulge, because you were feeling the same way. If he wasnât within arms reach of you, you felt like heâd vanish before your very eyes, like he was an illusion.
âJJ, Iâm not going anywhere,â you whisper to him, his fingers trailing up the back of your shirt so he can feel your skin.
He looks at you with wide eyes, like heâs shocked you can see past his actions and see the true reason heâs acting the way he is. You can and he knows that you can, which is why he doesnât deny it, âI'm just- everything still feels so fragile. I'm scared.â
You smile at him, wishing you could touch his face but his grip on your hands is relentless. âWeâre okay, JJ. We talked it all out this morning.â
JJ squeezes your wrists with his one hand and moves his other to rest between your shoulder blades. âI just missed you, a lot.â
âI missed you, too. But we can still go to the bonfire, have fun, maybe get drunk and sneak off somewhere to make out,â you grin, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. âThen we can come back here and do whatever we want.â
âMmm,â JJ hums, pressing a kiss to your chin, âFine. Fine.â
You lean forward and kiss him, smiling brightly at him when you pull away. âGood. Now let me go and let's go before the sun sets. We can watch the sunset as we walk!â you exclaim, suddenly excited at the prospect of seeing the sunset.
JJ looks between your eyes and an admiration sets itself in his that makes him look so young and happy, so stress free. âFuck, baby, I love you.â
You let out a breathless laugh at his sudden declaration, âI love you.â
Pressing one last chaste kiss to your lips, JJ lets your hands go and finally moves away enough for you to step away from the wall he pushed you up against a while ago. He leans down and picks up the discarded flannel, you were about to put on before he pushed you up against said wall, and helps you put it on. Grabbing your hand, he lances his fingers with yours and pulls you out of the house after another kiss.
The walk to the bonfire takes longer than it should, simply because you and JJ couldnât stop messing around with one another, and so by the time you finally did get there it was already pitch black.
JJâs phone rang a few times on the way but he ignored it each time, too busy with you; taking pictures of and with you, shoving you playfully as you walk down the middle of the street, stopping every few feet to make out under the setting sun.
âIâll go get you a drink real quick before I meet up with John B,â JJ sends you a wink as he walks away from you and disappears into the crowd in front of him. Heâs quick to return, handing off a drink to you and departing again with a kiss to your cheek and a, âSee you later, pretty lady.â
You wander around for a couple hours, mingling with a few friends of yours, with Charlie and Janis as well. Staying just out of sight from the infamous pogues, you watch JJ as he has animated conversations with his friends. Itâs nice to watch him interact with them, his childlike glee making your heart swell in your chest. He looks so much better than he had that day on the beach last week and that made you feel a little guilty that you were the reason he had looked that way. But youâre past that now and it wasnât entirely your fault in the first place.
Eventually you ended up closer to the water, a little bit away from the party where it was quieter, calmer. You felt at peace, quite the opposite of what you were feeling the last time you were sitting under the moonlight looking out at the ocean, and you basked in it. There was a small breeze that made it colder than it was earlier but you didnât mind, you just tucked yourself further into the oversized flannel of JJâs you were wearing.
It doesnât take long for a presence to end up beside you and assuming itâs your boyfriend, you let out a, âHey, baby.â
âHey,â the voice that responds is way too high to be your boyfriend and youâre quick to look over. Sarah sits there with a smirk on her face, merriment settling in her eyes.
âWell,â you shrug, resting your cheek on top of your knees to look at her. âYou resemble the person I call baby enough, so my greeting remains the same.â
She lets out an airy laugh and mirrors your position, âMmm, I do resemble your boyfriend which I've always wondered about but never cared enough to find out.â
âTo be honest, I donât think he ever really noticed.â
âHe hates the rich too much to really think about it,â Sarah states.
You let out a hum, winking at her, âNot too much.â
Sarah looks at you with a thoughtful expression on her face for a while before recognition flickers in her eyes. She shakes that away though and frowns, âDid you guys break up?â
You shake your head, âNo.â
She lets out a deep breath like the thought has been troubling her, âOh good. I've been worried about it, actually. JJ has looked like heâs been in hell.â
âYeah, I know.â you frown, sitting up and leaning back on your hands so itâs easier for you to see the moon. âHe scared me the day at the courthouse and I needed time to process it. We spent today together though for the first time since that day. Everything is good.â
âHow long have you guys been dating?â
âI think a little over two years?â you ponder. âI'm not too sure; our friendship just kind of bled into dating.â
âHowâd you guys even meet?â Sarah laughs. âFrom the outside you guys seem like such an odd pairing.â
âHe was running from Rafe,â you shake your head, âHe ran right into me and made me drop a bunch of my shit. Had to protect him from Rafe. The big tough JJ hid behind me. Said my outfit made me look scary enough to get Rafe to back off.â
Sarah laughs, her head tipping back as she laughs up at the sky. It's such a lighthearted laugh that it makes you smile, your heart feeling lighter at the sound. âYou have always been good at protecting people from Rafe. Remember that one time you pushed him off the end of the dock because he was chasing me with scissors?â
You let out a laugh of your own and bring your head down to look at her, âI do but Iâm surprised you do. Why didnât you say anything when you were all at my house?â
âI didnât really recognize you the other day but I will never forget how you were my knight in shining armor that night.â she shoves at you and you both fall into a fit of laughter at the memory. âHe was so mad but he was so scared of you.â Sarah sighs wistfully. âYou guys stopped coming around shortly after that.â
You nodded, âYeah. I don't know what happened. I think it was a fight but all I know is that my dad did not like your dad at all.â
âThat's fair. I don't like him much either right now.â
âYeah, I heard. I'm sorry.â you frown at her.
âI am too,â she consoles, putting a hand to your knee. You wave her off, dismissing the comment like itâs nothing. âI have John B, though.â She continues with a light smile when she sees itâs clear youâre not going to talk about your parents, even though she looks at you with deep concern. âHe makes things better.â
âAnd I have JJ,â you smile at her and the last little bit of concern that was settled in her eyes fades away.
âWhen are you going to tell everybody else?â
Shrugging, you bring your gaze back to look at the moon, âWhenever he feels comfortable to do so. He hasnât had much in his life, especially something for himself, and thatâs what I am for him. I'm happy to indulge him, give him something heâs never had before and he cherishes it beyond words.â
âYou guys love each other a lot.â Itâs not a question.
But you answer it anyway, âYeah.â
The comfortable silence that settles between you is rudely interrupted when someone shouts so loud it echoes down the beach to where youâre sitting. A scream follows immediately afterwards and youâre on your feet in an instant, quickly turning towards the bonfire. Even from where youâre standing, you can see the crowd forming near the fire and you just know itâs a fight. These things can never go on without something like this happening. You donât even know why they still happen when everyone just seems to leave super drunk and angry most of the time.
You and Sarah share a look before making your way back to the party, shoving through the throngs of people to get to the commotion to see whatâs happening.
âJohn B!â you hear Sarah shout from beside you but she sounds far away. Your vision has focused on JJ and the blood that spills out of his nose. With every step you take, it just seems like he gets further away with all the people pushing and shoving in front of you. âJohn B!â
A gasp flies out of you when you watch a fist collide with your boyfriend's face, seemingly out of nowhere, before he even has a chance to block it or move out of the way. He barely lets it faze him though and heâs quick to strike back, throwing his arm out so quick that your jaw drops a little at how forcefully he hits the other person. To be fair, even though itâs definitely not the time, it was very attractive to see. His face is clouded with anger and his chest is heaving and just from that you know this fight has been going on for longer than you knew about.
Eventually you break through to the front of the crowd, Sarahâs hand dropping from yours as she tries to get John B out from under whoever is attacking him. She gets pulled away by someone but youâre not too sure by who because youâre definitely not paying much attention to them. JJ gets punched again and youâre close enough to him to hear the groan he lets out at it but once more, heâs quick to land two more punches to whoever it is heâs fighting and the guy falls to the ground. JJ lets out a huff and goes to follow the guy, undoubtedly to keep punching him, but you step in front of him. Two hands to his chest, you push him away and he stumbles backwards at your force.
The argument still continues around you, JJ yelling at whoever is behind you. John B comes into view behind JJ and Pope behind them; and you can see that theyâre also yelling. Various other voices filtering in, all of them yelling, profanities flying all around, but everything is just so jumbled you canât make out a single sentence. You glance over your shoulder, to at least try and get a glimpse at who theyâre fighting with, and when you see Topper and all of his buddies you nearly laugh.
When you make eye contact with Topper he recoils and takes a step back. He stops yelling and takes a moment to shoot you daggers, before he looks up to John B, âThis isnât over!â
John B scoffs but you speak up first, âYes, it is.â
You raise your eyebrow at him in a challenging manner and Topper backs completely down after a momentary stare down with you. He purses his lips and pushes himself and his friends away from the area. You do let out a laugh when his indecipherable mumbles hit your ears.
âHowâd you do that?â Pope asks.
âI beat him up once when I was seventeen.â you shrug, turning back to the three boys in front of you.
They look thoroughly impressed and JJ looks like heâs about to rip off your clothes right here in front of everyone. His heart is beating wildly under your palm and you look to him, your own heart jumping in your chest at his dilated pupils. But you donât focus on that for too long because blood is still trickling out of his nose and the cut above his eyebrow, on his cheekbone, is also still bleeding.
Just as you push your flannel-covered hand up under JJâs nose, Kiara slides up beside him and grabs onto his upper arm but looks at you. âWhat are you doing here?â
You furrow your eyebrows at her, âItâs a party for the island. I live on the island.â Using your other hand, you push your fingers into JJâs forehead, âTilt your head back.â He does as told and even brings his own hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
âI mean like, here, right now. How are you literally everywhere all of a sudden?â
âKie,â JJ sighs, âleave her alone. She's my friend and I want her here at these things.â
âBut why now? All of a sudden?â she exasperates.
âWhat does it matter?â John B cuts in. âShe's cool, clearly badass, close with JJ, and can get Topper to back off with a single look?â His eyes are wide. âGood enough for my book.â
He shoots JJ a look, one that screams acceptance and support and JJ seems to realize exactly what the look means. JJ nods at him and snaps his arm out to hit John B in the stomach. They laugh but JJ winces when it makes your hand bump against his nose.
âWe need to get your nose taken care of.â You catch your boyfriend's attention, when you pull your hand away. His nose isnât dripping blood as profusely as before but you can see that itâs still producing some.
JJ slaps his hands down on your shoulders and turns you around, crowding up behind you, âYouâre right, letâs go.â he says, pushing you to start walking. He looks over his shoulder when heâs a few steps away, âSee you guys later.â
John B watches as they walk away, a pleased smile plastered on his face, wondering how his best friend was able to hide a relationship from him. He canât even find it in himself to be mad at it either because itâs clear you care about him more than anyone ever has. And as he thinks back on the past couple years, he can now see the happiness in JJ that wasnât there when they were younger, the easiness heâs been carrying within him. John B had put it down to just growing older but now itâs clear that JJ has had someone to confide in, to love, and for someone to love him back unconditionally.
âTheyâre totally dating!â Pope exclaims, dropping a hand down to John Bâs shoulder and lets out a laugh. âI mean, did you see that killer hickey she had on her neck?â
John B laughs too, âHell yeah they are and hell yeah I did.â
âHeâd tell us that though and she couldâve gotten that from anyone!â Kie argues and Sarah laughs.
âNah,â John B shakes his head as he slings his arm over Sarahâs shoulders. âI don't think he would; not until heâs ready.â he pulls Sarah closer to his side, âLets head back to the chateau, I need some ice for my ribs.â
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âJJ for the love of god, answer your phone and tell whoever can call you so many times back to back to get a life!â Kie yells, irritated at the sound that keeps echoing around the woods.
JJ grumbles and drops the stack of wood he has cradled in his arms. He too was getting annoyed at the sound, clearly if he couldnât answer the first two times he couldn't answer the sixth time. The ringing stops just as he pulls the phone out of his pocket and his eyes widen when he takes a look at his lock screen and sees who has been calling him back to back. He mumbles out a quiet âshitâ and presses on your name to call you back.
It takes two rings before you pick up, âHey! Hey, I'm so sorry. My hands were full, are you okay? Is everything alright?â
Kie furrows her brows at the worried tone JJ takes on and follows after him, picking up a couple pieces of the wood he dropped. His face is pinched with anxiety and heâs holding onto his phone so tight his knuckles are turning white.
âYeah, yeah,â you answer, sounding a little out of breath. âUhm, where are you?â
JJ frowns, you should know where he is. He definitely told you this morning when he got out of bed. âIn the woods somewhere,â he answers anyway. âThe tide came in while we were out and we got stuck trying to drive through it on our way back.â
âWhy would you try to- you know what, never mind. Can I come get you?â
âMe, specifically?â JJ asks, confused as to why youâd do that because he knows youâre working right now.
âNo, JJ,â you deadpan. âI actually meant John B.â
âRight,â JJ nods sharply, stopping a few feet away from his friends, âThat was stupid,â he shakes his head a bit. âI mean, I'm trying to help get the van out. Whatâs wrong?â
âYeah, of course, youâre right,â you say, sounding a bit distracted and far away. âYouâre busy. That should be fine.â
âWhat is going on?â JJ asks again, panic rising in him slightly. âYouâre making me a bit anxious, here.â
John B takes a look around, confusion taking over his features as he tries to put together who his best friend might be on the phone with. Everyoneâs currently accounted for so thereâs not many other people he could be talking to. But when he sees the concern that takes over every bit of JJ, he has an inkling that itâs you heâs talking to. The concern radiating off of him is the same you had for him the other night at the bonfire.
âFuck,â you mumble out breathlessly. He can picture you pressing the heel of your palm into your forehead so clearly it feels like heâs looking directly at you. âI'm sorry. I just-â you sign out, cutting yourself off.
JJ turns his back to his friends and drops his voice down, âBaby,â he coos, âtalk to me. Whatâs going on?â
âOkay, okay,â you whisper, âitâs not a big deal, okay, itâs not. But your dad came into the store-â
JJ feels his heart nearly drop out of his ass, âHe what!â
The suddenness of JJâs outburst startles the others and they look at each other with wide eyes before turning back to watch him pace, the van momentarily forgotten.
âItâs not a big deal-â you try to placate but JJ doesnât let you.
âWhat do you mean ânot a big deal?ââ JJ exasperates, throwing his free hand up in the air. âClearly, it is, if youâre panicking!â
Your reply is an indignant, âI am not!â
âYes, you are! What did he do!?â
âHe threw a mug at me because I wouldnât tell him where you were!â you exclaim, very obviously stressed. âAnd itâs not like I'm just going to tell him where you are, you know? You know I don't like him and I'm not just going to lead him straight to you when he only ever causes pain. That would be dumb and itâs not like I even knew where you were anyway- to be honest I wasnât paying attention this morning when you told me but thatâs besides the point. But he didnât like that because he knows that weâre together and that I normally know where you are but I would-â
âHey!â JJ interrupts, anything to make you stop your anxious rambling. âHey, take a breath and calm down.â he hears you take a breath and he wishes nothing more than to be there with you to grab ahold of your face and calm you down. âDid he hurt you?â
âNo.â
JJ lets out a relieving breath, his shoulders slumping as anxiety rushes through him. âOkay, good.â
âI just donât want him to get to you before I do.â you admit.
âHe wonât,â he grins a little, âIâll send you a pin of my location. I don't think it would pinpoint me very well if you were to just look at it.â
âFuck,â you sigh out, âI always forget we share locations. Not that it would have mattered; I still wouldnât have told him.â
JJ canât help but laugh at the disdain in your voice. You honestly canât stand the thought of his dad and your hatred for him shines so bright every time heâs brought up. He's almost positive youâd fight him if he let you but he wonât ever let you. His dad can fight like no other.
âI know,â he murmurs, âjust take another breath and drive safe.â he hears you hum. âI'll see you in a few.â
âYeah. I love you.â
He smiles even more now and he wishes he was alone so he can say it back. âI do too.â
You hang up then and JJ drops his head to hang down between his shoulders. His neck is stiff and he feels like heâs about to catch on fire but he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He taps the corner of his phone into his forehead a few times before turning it over in his hands, using it as a distraction from his thoughts. He wants nothing more than to throw it, to scream out in a rampage but he tamps it down the best that he can.
When he feels less likely to throw the device, he opens it up to send you his location. His fucking dad. Ruining everything. All the time. There's no reason for you to ever have to encounter his dad and heâs absolutely livid he wasnât there for you when his dad decided itâd be a good idea to track him down through you.
He wishes he was stronger, so he could beat the ever living shit out of his dad and never have to worry about him again. But heâs not. His dad is far stronger than him and a much better fighter. JJ has tried and heâs failed each time heâs tried.
Itâs not as bad now, anyway, that he never has to go to his actual home. Never really has to see his dad anymore unless he runs into him when heâs out and about in town. Having you and your home to go to, the chateau, being over the age of eighteen has made his life so much better here. He doesnât crave an escape anymore, doesnât crave to leave and never look back. It's nicer now. He has something here now and heâd follow that around any day.
âHey man, are you good?â John B asks, stepping forward a bit, ready to handle JJ if he snaps.
âYeah,â JJ breathes, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a moment to reign in his temper. âYeah, just my fucking dad.â
It goes quiet for a few moments and JJ shoves his phone into his pocket then turns around to face his friends again just as John B asks, âWhat happened?â
âHe went through y/n to try and find me,â JJ spits, irritated at the thought that his dad would do that. âAnd threw a mug at her when she wouldnât tell him where I was.â
âWhy would he go to her in the first place?â Kie asks, her brow furrowing in confusion as she tries to figure out why his dad would know who you were when she didnât even know until recently.
âHe knows we know each other,â JJ shrugs, dismissing the question. âThe problem is that he went to her in the first place.â He starts pacing again. âThat asshole has ruined so many things for me and he just keeps trying. It's like I can never get away from him. Iâm older now, I donât have to ever see him and I donât ever see him but when I do he just does everything he can to make things a living hell for me. I'm just so tired of him, I don't want to keep dealing with him because just when I think things are going to be fine he swoops in and turns it all upside down for a bit. Iâm so tired of it a-â
âHey, hey,â John B rushes to close the distance between himself and JJ. He steps in front of JJâs pacing body and places both of his hands on his shoulder to get him to stop moving. âHey, stop. Youâre almost completely disconnected from your dad, donât let this little thing bother you so much.â
âJohn B, you donât understand,â JJ mumbles, trying to shrug out of the hold John B has on him.
âI donât,â he shakes his head, âbut you havenât seen him in like what- six months?â
âI know but he couldâve hurt her, man,â JJ whispers harshly, âHe has a way about him that ruins everything I've ever had. I can't have him ruining this for me. The way he, barely, raised me and has treated me my entire life has already threatened to ruin this for me- on more than one occasion. I can't lose her because of him.â
John B nods, understanding the true meaning of JJâs words and he squeezes his shoulders in support; in acceptance. He's not sure how long the two of you have been a thing but he can clearly see how much you mean to JJ and vice versa. It's evident that youâve helped JJ through a lot and have been there for him to help him grow into a mature person. John B never thought heâd see the day JJ became the most mature one of the group but the more he thinks about it, he can see how much he has matured over the years. Heâs not as tempted to do wild, dangerous, illegal things on a whim anymore. He thinks things through before he does them. Youâve clearly been good for him.
âBut sheâs fine and sheâs on her way, right?â
JJ looks up at his best friend and nods, taking a deep breath in the process. He's right. You are on your way to him right now and youâre fine. Everything is going to be fine.
âSo then just breathe, we can figure it all out together.â
JJ nods again and they stand there for a few minutes, to help JJ calm his breathing back down and to make sure he doesnât feel like going on a murderous rampage anymore. They stand there long enough that you end up getting there before they have a chance to pull apart from one another. But as soon as your vehicle can be heard, JJ is stepping away from John B and walking towards the edge of the rising water so you wonât have to get in it at all.
âUsually when water gets this high, you're not supposed to drive through it,â you teasingly shout as you open your driver's door and stand on the edge of the floorboard. JJ squints at you, trying to assess your body for injuries but heâs still too far away. And he knows you said that you werenât hurt but he just canât help it, itâs instinctive to do it.
âIt was JJâs idea!â John B yells back, a smile taking over his face.
JJ shakes his head at the ground because it definitely was not his idea.
âMm, heâs always so full of wonderful ideas.â you giggle and his heart soars at the sound. He'd much rather hear that rather than the shakiness of your voice when youâre stressed and anxious like you were a few minutes ago.
âIt's how I've made it this far,â he laughs, finally clearing the water and stepping over to you. The others laugh behind him but he canât really hear them, his vision honing in on a cut thatâs on your cheek and peeking out from under your sunglasses. He points at it because, one hundred percent, it was not there this morning when you parted from one another, âWhat is that?â
âA cut,â you state, pushing your sunglasses up into your hair. You climb down and stand in front of him.
JJ lets out a scoff, âWell, I can see that. I'm not blind. Howâd you get it? You said he didnât hurt you.â
âTechnically, he didnât.â you confirm, âThe mug shattered against the wall and a piece flew out and hit me.â
âBaby,â JJ sighs, closing his eyes to keep himself at bay. âIf he threw it then it was him. Why didnât you tell me?â
You frown at him and reach out to hold onto his wrist, âI wanted to be in front of you when I told you so you could see that it's not that big of a deal.â
JJ grinds his jaw, âIt is a big deal. He shouldnât be throwing things at you in the first place.â he shakes his head, âWhat did he even want?â
âI'm not sure,â you shrug, âsomething about a boat and how youâre the only one that would know.â
Clenching his eyes, JJ shakes his head, whispers out a harsh, âFuck.â
You reach out and grab his wrist, shoving your fingers up his sleeve so you can touch his skin. He sags at the feeling. âWhat is it?â
âI don't know,â he exhales heavily. âBut it canât be good. The last time I saw him he was in jail, I donât know what heâd need a fucking boat for.â JJ brings his free hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. âDid he say where he was going?â
You shake your head. âJust kept demanding I tell him where you were.â
âI'm sorry,â JJ sighs, his chest constricting under the words. Under the guilt of you having to deal with his dad. âYou shouldnât have to deal with him.â
âItâs alright,â you soothe, wrapping your fingers completely around his wrist.
âItâs not.â JJ shakes his head. âHe should've never come to you.â
âJJ, I can handle him.â you state. âIt was after he left when I got anxious.â
âHey, sorry to interrupt whatever is going on,â Kie calls from where she sits on top of the van. You jump a little at the suddenness of her voice, still clearly on edge, and slowly remove your hand from JJâs wrist. âBut like, the water is still rising and the van is still stuck.â
âI can never catch a fucking break,â JJ mutters as he turns away from you to face his friends again. His words make you frown and since your driver's door is still blocking most of your view from them, you run your hand across his lower back to bring him some comfort. âWe need like a winch or something,â JJ breathes out, sounding entirely too tired.
âI think thereâs one at the chateau,â John B says, face scrunched up like heâs trying to visualize it in his head and where it might be.
JJ snaps his fingers, âIn the surf shed!â
âYes!â John B exclaims, pointing to JJ before turning to you. âWould you mind lending your truck to help us out?â
âI don't mind.â
John B presses his hands together like heâs sending you a prayer, âThank you, youâre a lifesaver!â
You wave your hand dismissively as JJ starts pushing you back into the driver's side, âIâll drive but climb through, the water is rising and I donât want you to have to get wet.â He grabs onto your hips to lift you into the truck before turning back to his friends, pointedly ignoring their faces and the questions that lay there. âIt's only two miles. Weâll be back in a few.â
âHurry, please,â John B pleads, âI don't feel like losing my van today.â
JJ nods sharply before climbing into the driver's seat and closing the door behind him. He feels like heâs vibrating, anxious about a million things all at once. You grab at his hand once heâs driving in the correct direction and hold it in your lap, soothing your fingers over the back of it. He relaxes slightly at the contact but not enough to really calm him down.
The quiet between you doesnât help either, it only grates on his nerves and makes him feel like his head is about to explode. Itâs not uncomfortable, itâs just so overwhelming but he has no idea what to say. And he knows youâre giving him the time he needs to process whatâs going on but he doesnât think itâs helping this time around. He squeezes your hand and you bring it up to your lips.
âWhat do you think Luke wants?â you question against the back of his hand. He smiles despite the question, happy that you realized he needed something other than the quiet.
JJ canât help but sigh, gripping the steering wheel tighter, âI wouldn't even know where to start guessing.â
âYouâre not alone, okay?â You still have his hand pressed up against your lips and the feeling of your lips against his skin makes a calm flow through him.
âI know.â he grins, his heart easing in his chest a bit.
When they get to the chateau, JJ is quick to park and jump out of the truck- so quick in fact that he face plants the ground in his hurry. Heâs up just as fast though and quick to throw you a thumbs up before you can get out to check on him. He limps for a few steps but he ignores it in favor of getting what he needs and getting out of there. He just wants to get this over with already. He's tired. So tired.
Just as he finds the winch, a hand clamps down harshly around his mouth and a panic fills him as he starts to fight against it. The hold on him is strong and familiar which only makes the panic worse, his heart dropping to his toes when his dad's voice filters in through his fight to free himself. âJ, calm down and stop fighting. Itâs me, your father.â
JJ twists himself free then, âGet the fuck off of me!â he shoves his dad away and stumbles out of reaching distance, panting.
âHey, calm down.â
âYou calm down! What the hell do you want? And why are you here? Howâd you get out!?â JJ rapid fires his questions, his mind going way too fast.
âThey let me out, work release.â Luke chuckles. âCan you believe that, good behavior?â JJ doesnât find it funny in the slightest. his eyes take over his dad in a panic and land on his hand, covered in cuts and blood. âOh, right.â Luke flexes his hand. âBusted out a window and the pharmacist inside.â
Dread washes over JJ like ice water was dumped over him. He closes his eyes, tries to get his heart to calm down so he doesnât freak out right here, in front of the one person who doesnât deserve to see him weak. âWhat do you want?â
âThat pharmacist can ID me, I need to get out of here. Leave, get off the island.â he reiterates.
JJ clenches his jaw and goes to leave but his dad is quick to grab onto his arm and shove him up against the wall. Things clatter to the ground around him and he winces when something shoves into his back a little too hard. Panic is rushing through his veins and tears are quick to gather in his eyes as his dad gets in his face and wraps his hands around the base of his throat, a small reminder of what he can do to him.
âDad, get off of me!â His voice is harsh but itâs shaky.
âNo, you listen to me!â Luke cuts in, shoving JJ up against the wall once more. He can hear you calling out to him in this distance but he can barely make out what youâre saying. âThis is your fault! I would've had my own boat if it werenât for you! You need to help me get a boat and get off of this goddamn island.'' His dad is shaking him now and JJ is trying to fight him but heâs just not strong enough. He's breathing hard and trying to look tough, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared but he knows it means nothing. âThis is your fault.â
âThis is not my fault.â JJ defends himself, weakly, and tries to break out of his dad's grasp once more. Luke doesnât let that happen.
âIt is!â he exclaims in a harsh whisper, shoving JJ around like a rag doll until he has a tight grip on both of his biceps. âYou mean to tell me you wonât help out your own blood?â
JJ shakes his head in disbelief, unclenching his jaw momentarily to relieve the pressure building up there from the force of him holding back his tears. His stomach swoops violently in his abdomen and he fears he might throw up but he pushes it down. His dad knows better than to throw that out there. Knows that JJ is truly the biggest softy and would do anything for the people he, even just slightly, cares about.
Pursing his lips and tipping his head back defiantly, he grabs his dad's shirt as hard as he can and yanks him in the direction of your truck. âGo.â he demands when his dad stumbles over his feet at the force of JJâs shove.
His dad ducks down like a scared puppy when JJ shoves him once more- keeping his own head down when he can finally see you in his peripheral vision. âJJ, what the fuck is this?â
âDonât worry about it, okay?â JJ pleads, desperately trying to keep his voice from wavering and shoves his dad harshly once more when he notices him giving you a menacing finger wave. âGet in.â
âNo, absolutely not.â you snap, ignoring his dad, and get out of the truck to step up next to him. âWhat are you doing?â You ask and JJâs not really sure who youâre talking to anymore.
âJust get in,â JJ pushes his dad towards the back as he puts the winch down in the bed of the truck. He does his best to ignore you but heâs never been too good at that and he nearly breaks down when he makes eye contact with you. There's just so many things going on he doesnât know entirely what to do.
âJJ, what are you doing? Why is he here!?â you yell at him, clearly feeling stressed about the situation youâre witnessing. JJ sniffs roughly, the softening of your eyes as they roam over his face nearly pushing him over the edge.
He tries to continue to ignore you though, brushing off the questions but you donât let him and you grab onto his arms to stop him.
âListen to me,â he snaps but when you only give him an unimpressed look, he sighs and calmly grabs your face. âListen to me, y/n, baby, please.â When you nod, he continues, âLook, I just need to help him leave. He wants to leave, needs to because the police are after him. If he leaves and I help him I might never have to do it again.â
JJ feels like his chest is going to concave on itself and he still feels close to throwing up but he tries his best to ignore it- running his thumbs over your cheeks to calm himself down. He thinks he might be panicking but heâs not too sure. He could also be feeling so much relief that itâs turning his insides because he doesnât know exactly what that kind of relief feels like- the relief of never having to see his dad again. To never have to worry about him directly ruining his life anymore. And you must sense the turmoil going on within him because your body relaxes under his touch and the fight leaves your body. He knows you know how much his dad fucks him up and how bad his life has been growing up and you want nothing more than for him to be free.
Of course youâll help him.
âFine. What are we going to do?â
âJust please help us get into the marina and the island club, please. Thereâs a boat there that he can take.â heâs nearly pleading, feeling frantic and out of place. He can feel his dad watching him and it makes his blood run cold in his body. âTwenty minutes, please.â
JJ can see that youâre angry, that you donât want to help his dad- would be ok with letting him get caught and thrown in jail again but you care about him more than anything and he knows that. If his dad is gone then he's gone and he wonât have the threat of him looming over him every again and thatâs something heâs always dreamed about.
âOkay, JJ.â you sigh, running your fingers through his hair to hold onto the back of his neck. He flinches a little at the touch but you ignore it for now, knowing itâs not the time to delve into that. âLet's get this over with.â
Grabbing the hand you have placed on his neck, he pulls it away and places a kiss on your palm. His way of saying thank you. You nod in understanding and watch as he gets back into the driver's seat. You stand there for a moment and breathe, to calm down before you have to be in close proximity to the utter piece of shit JJ still calls a dad.
âJ, make sure you stop so I can get provisions.â Luke smirks. âFive days worth.â
âYeah,â JJ clenches his jaw, keeps his stare out of the windshield.
Youâre sitting in the passenger seat, stiff as a board with anger radiating from you like heat waves. Luke can sense the tension heâs created and it sets a pleased feeling in his stomach as he gets to watch it. The couple in front of him has always been so at ease with one another and heâs almost happy heâs created such palpable tension.
âCrackers and tuna. Maybe some baked beans,â Luke informs as JJ parks and starts to get out. He sends you a look, an apology, for leaving you here with his dad but you donât look at him. âSalt and pepper!â
âGot it!â JJ snaps, as he slams the door. He sends you one last look but youâre still not looking anywhere near his way.
In the truck, you sit there and try your best to ignore the presence in the back seat even though itâs pretty much impossible. His aura is heavy and takes up so much space that it makes it harder for you to breathe with him there. Also, heâs tapping on your seat like a damn four year old.
âWill you stop that!â you snap. âLike a fucking child, fuck.â
âSo much attitude, how does JJ put up with that?â
You huff out a breath, ready to punch him in the face. âBecause I care about him, unlike you.â
âMm,â Luke hums. âGive it to me. Lay into me.â
âYouâre a horrible person and a shitty dad.â you say, your body vibrating with rage. All the stories JJ has told you, all the things youâve seen happen to JJ at the hands of his father rush through your mind like a personal movie. âYou have no idea how special your son is and all you do is treat him like shit.â
âHe's just a thief, thatâs all he is.â
âNot anymore!â you exclaim. âIf you knew anything about him youâd know how good he is and you forcing him to do this shit is going to tear him apart! And I'm going to be the one to fix it and put him back together again! Just like I have been for years! After youâve fucked him up some more!â There's tears collecting in your eyes out of pure anger and you just want to scream.
âWhat do you get out of being there for my son? For protecting him and taking care of him?â Luke ridicules, a taunting tone taking over. âItâs not like he has much to offer.â
âHe has more than youâd ever be capable of,â you scoff. It's absolutely none of his business either. âTrust me, youâd never understand the way JJ has been there for me.â
âYou know,'' Luke leans forward, trying to get you to look at him but you wonât. âThis look you have going on. This tough shell that you use, hard and emotionless. Dark clothes, tattoos, piercings; does nothing to hide how weak you are underneath. You and JJ deserve each other, just weaklings that need others to get them through a day.â He laughs but thereâs nothing funny about it. âYou sound just like your mom though, when she was this age, always thinking and acting like she was better than everyone else. She wasnât though, not really. She was always running around- slumming it with the bad boys, the low lives even though she didnât need to. How is doing the same beneficial for you? What do you gain from being like her?â
You let out a humorless laugh before you jam your elbow into Lukeâs face. He groans out a laugh and holds onto his nose, ecstatic he got a reaction out of you.
âJJ is not a low life,â you sneer. âAnd neither one of us is weak.â you shove at his chest when he tries to sit up. âWeâre more emotionally developed than youâll ever be. So what if we need support, thatâs what happens with developed beings- they know they need help sometimes. But youâre pretty underdeveloped, so you might not have known that.â You let out a humorless laugh. âAnd let me get one thing straight,â you jab a finger in his chest, âdonât you ever, ever speak about my mother again like you knew her.â
Luke is looking at you with a happiness in his eyes that borderlines psychotic. There's no reason for him to look as thrilled as he does with you being so close to tears in front of him.
When he doesnât respond to your tangent, you sniff and look him dead in the eyes with a look you know would have anyone else slinking away like a dog with their tail tucked between their legs. âYou leave here and you never come back, do you understand me?â
âYou canât tell me what to do.â
âNo, I canât but Iâm telling you. You leave here and you leave JJ alone.â you demand. âHe doesnât need you when all you do is create storm after storm in his life. You bring him so much pain and hatred within himself that he has to deal with it and I'm tired of watching him have to deal with it. He deserves to be free from you if youâre not going to treat him like heâs your son.â you see.
âWho do you think you are, talking to me like this?â Luke shakes his head, sitting up again, his face red with anger. He looks like heâs ready to attack you but you just stare at him, not afraid of him in the slightest. You know the things heâs capable of but you donât even care at this point, youâd do anything to stand up for JJ.
âI think- actually I know, I'm the person who cares and loves JJ in a way you never have.â you scorn, narrowing your eyes at him. âI'm the one who has seen the aftermath of the things you create and the things youâve done to your own son. The son that you treat like a stranger you donât get along with, abusing him for years and thinking itâs fine, completely acceptable, but itâs not.â
Luke's face hardens and you can see he wants to throw a retort in your face, prove you wrong, but he knows he canât. Youâre right but itâs clear he doesnât agree with you.
âYou have been a lowlife his whole life, teaching him things no kid should ever know. Showing him behaviors no one should ever know, being high or drunk the entire time heâs been alive. You donât deserve the person heâs become and you never will.â
Your chest heaves as you try to get a grip on your emotional state before you let your tears fall in front of him. Thereâs no way youâd ever let him see you cry, give him the satisfaction that he can make you do such a thing. Youâve never had so much hatred for a person in your entire life but you can admit heâs the one person you hate with your entire being. JJ is easily the best person youâve ever met and itâs amazing that he is- based off the person who has the guts to say he raised him.
JJ comes out of the store then and if Luke was going to say anything, he doesnât because JJ jogs down the steps quickly. He nearly throws a six pack of beer at his dad, through the window as he rushes past to put everything in the back. When he gets back in, JJ shoots his dad an accusing look before he focuses on you.
âHey,â he reaches out to place a hand on your thigh, âyou okay?â
You nod and a tear drops out of your eye at the movement but you quickly wipe it away, smiling at JJ, âYeah, great.â
Youâre lying straight to his face but he lets it go for now because itâs just not the time to talk on it. He squeezes your thigh briefly before pulling his hand back so he can drive. It's only a few more minutes before they get to the island club and JJ parks as close as he can to the dock that they need. He sends you a quick glance and you give him a curt nod in return, one that he mirrors before forcing his dad out of the truck.
âHey, Luke?â you question when JJ and his dad are a few feet away. They turn around in tandem, JJâs face looking like the epitome of strain and anxiety but when you flip off his dad a light flashes through his eyes. You smile sarcastically at Luke and he tries to lunge after you but JJ shoves at his chest.
âNo, go!â
They walk down the dock in silence, the brightness of the sun is a stark contrast to how gloomy heâs feeling about the situation. He follows his dad around on the boat and helps him get it ready, sets his supplies down inside before heading up the tower to get the boat started. When he comes back down, after the boat is running smoothly, his dad is stashing away prescription bottles and his heart sinks in his chest. His dad is never going to change and fleeing the island isnât going to change him either.
âDad,â JJ sighs, âWhyâd you have to go after her like that?â
âI just told her the truth,â his dad shrugs.
âYou've ruined everything I've ever had, did you know that?â JJ clenches his jaw.
âIt's not like Iâve meant to.â
âFor once in your pathetic life can you act like you care about me! For just a second!â JJ yells, his voice wavering. âYou've been nothing but horrible to me and now I'm here helping you escape, to leave me behind- again like youâve done my whole life!â
Luke nods, âI'm sorry, I haven't been the best.â
âYeah.â JJ agrees.
âI'm probably never going to come back, son.â Luke concedes, stepping up to JJ. JJ tries to back away, to leave but Luke grabs onto his face, âCome on, J, donât be like that. Everything is going to work out.â
âIt's not, but maybe it will in some other life.â JJ whimpers, feeling like heâs being slammed into wall after wall. His emotions are running rampant and heâs not sure which one is going to win out in the end.
âIt may not have been good between us but you have something good now. Something I have never been able to give you. I know itâs what you needed and I'm sorry it wasnât me, especially when you needed me. But I will never be able to give you what you need, I just donât care enough.â Luke moves JJâs face to get him to look at him and when he doesnât, he tells him to. Tears drip onto his cheeks but Luke ignores them. âI could've been better but I wasn't. Youâre a good kid, you have a kind heart and thatâs something I never had. Youâre not me and you wonât be. Not with the support system you have.â
His dad's words hurt because he finally has affirmation that his dad has truly never cared about it. But, JJ feels something within him break loose and shatter at his feet anyway. A weight falls off of his shoulders and lifts from his mind, a clearness seeping through that makes him realize just how fine he really is. He's not his dad and he never really has been. Sure heâs made poor choices but who hasn't. He's not destined to live a life like his dad and heâs relieved to finally see that. To hear his dad say, to confirm that JJ is better than him, is something he never knew he needed.
But his dad still doesnât deserve the satisfaction of knowing that heâs helped JJ see clarity, âTake care of yourself, dad.â His chin is quivering and he goes to hug his dad, relieved to feel that itâs being returned. He holds onto his dad for as long as heâll let him, basking in the comfort it gives him- in the feeling of acceptance it gives him. Itâs all heâs ever wanted and heâs upset that him leaving is what makes it happen.
JJ breaks away first and steps off the boat before his dad can say anything else, a newfound anger coursing through him as he unties the boat. For a moment all he sees is his dad attacking him, yelling at him, leaving him behind in bars, teaching him how to steal, how to hustle people, how to hurt people. No matter what he did, he was never good enough, and was always put to blame when something went wrong. He threw the tie down harshly, angry that his dad is the one leaving him after everything heâs put him through but relieved that heâs going to be gone.
Tears flow down his face as he watches the boat get further and further away and he only looks away when he hears tentative footsteps on the dock. He sniffles and wipes his nose when he focuses on you standing there. You have a hand outstretched to him, wiggling your fingers at him, to get him to take it and he does. Tears are running down your own cheeks but the sight makes him smile- looking at you, with the evening sun giving you wonderful glow, he sees the future and it makes him feel lighter. His dad isnât ever going to bother the two of you ever again and with the things his dad just told him, heâs not as scared anymore. He knows heâll be able to handle his own mind a lot better now and thatâs only going to be beneficial in the long run.
He dumps the bottles of pills that he had swiped off the boat when his dad wasnât looking into an open buoy and finally pulls himself up to where youâre waiting for him. You lace your fingers with his and smile at him, âLetâs go help your friends and then go home, yeah?â
âYeah,â JJ smiles, wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb, and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. âYouâre my future, baby. You always have been.â
âGood,â you sniffle at him and place another kiss on his awaiting lips.
When you get home that night, JJ breaks down.
He cries out everything that built up in him throughout the day. All the anxiety, the hurt, the relief, of his dad leaving him behind is expelled out of him in harsh cries. He accepts that he no longer has parents- not that he ever really had them to begin with. You help him through that though, understanding more than anyone what itâs like to not have any. Heâs exhausted by the time he stops crying, his body arguing with him at his every movement but itâs alright because youâre there for him. Holding him, soothing him, distracting him, supporting him.
You make him feel valid. You donât degrade or berate him. You donât hit him or yell at him. You do nothing but love him with your entire soul and it makes him feel okay. Makes him feel worth it.
And for once he believes it.
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A single drop of water to your calf is all the warning you get before thereâs a pair of arms encasing both sides of your head and a wet chest dropping down on your exposed back. A kiss gets placed to the base of your neck, then one to each of your shoulders, before the body drops down next to you on your beach towel. The water left behind sends goosebumps all over your body but the coolness of it is welcoming on your heated skin. You let out a smile when a hand traces down your spine and rests on your lower back, prompting you to turn your head to look at your boyfriend. He smiles brightly at you, his cheeks a little red.
âYou looked kinda lonely over here.â He faux pouts at you and rests his head in his palm.
âI was fine.â
âYeah you are,â JJ smirks, reaching down to snap your bikini bottoms against your ass with the hand thatâs resting against your lower back. You giggle when he does it again and you have to slap him away when he tries for a third. âI have wonderful taste. This new bikini looks so good on you.â
A blush forms on your cheeks at his compliment, even though it might be the third time heâs said it today. âStop it,â you mumble, dropping your head down to your arms folded in front of you.
âWhat?â JJ replies, a fond smile on his face as his eyes roam all over you. âI canât compliment my lady. My beautiful, beautiful, lady.â
His hand runs back up your spine and rests it around the base of your neck where he squeezes it lightly. He pulls you up and tilts his head so his face is directly in front of yours. You canât help but smile at the enamored look on his face. He mirrors your smile and leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips- humming into it happily. His thumb tenderly brushes the skin of your neck as he pushes a little harder into the kiss.
âYouâre too hot, baby,â JJ mumbles against your lips, a concerned furrow to his brow as he pulls away. âDo you want to get into the water with me? Cool down a little bit?â
He looks concerned but tired. The circles under his eyes are dark and puffy. His skin, while flushed from the sun, is pale. It makes sense though, this is the first day heâs really felt up for leaving the house. The past few days have been emotionally exhausting as JJ processed everything that happened with his dad. He cried and slept and then slept and cried, over and over for the past few days but you were there the whole time to get him through it. You held him and guided him through every stage of grief. And today ended up being a good day because of your never ending support- so he said.
âBut then I'd have to get up,â you whine, dramatically throwing yourself over to JJ. He falls into his back and you sprawl across him as he lets out a groan. Laughing, you prop yourself up on your hands so you can get a good look at him, âThis is so much more comfortable.â He shoots you a highly unimpressed look and you have to stifle your laughs. âFine, I guess. But you have to put more sunscreen on me when we get out.â
JJ smiles triumphantly at you and gently slaps his hands on either side of your face to bring you down into a kiss. âHappily,â he murmurs when he pulls away. You push yourself off of him then and hold out a hand to help him up once youâre standing. He uses your linked hands to pull you into his chest and wrap his free arm around your waist. âAny opportunity to get my hands on you, Iâll take.â
You roll your eyes, pushing him playfully even though he doesnât budge, âI know. Mister touchy, always.â
âYou know you like it.â He winks, letting go of your hand to grab your hips and you blush. âCan you blame me, though, sweetheart?â
You let out a bashful giggle and wiggle out of his hold, trying to get away from him and his never ending string of compliments. He doesnât let you get far though, his hands clamp around your hips and he yanks you backwards until you fall against his chest and your back is lined up with his front. âYouâre such a sight for eyes, baby, and mine have been sore for days.â
âJJ,â you sigh out at his poor attempt at humor.
âIâm fine,â he murmurs against the shell of your ear and you really canât help the shiver that tingles your spine. âAnd so are you.â
JJ slides a hand across your lower abdomen to keep you pressed up against him. Another shiver runs through your body as his practically encases yours from behind. In general, being close to him, especially skin to skin, sends an excited shiver through you but right now JJ is significantly cooler than you and it just makes your shivers more violent. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck and places a kiss to your skin there, where you feel him smirk when you shiver yet again. His fingers then trail lightly over your abdomen.
âYou gotta stop or weâre going to get arrested for public indecency,â you sigh. Your stomach flexes under his touch and your body doubles in heat within seconds.
âOh, I think itâd be so worth it,â JJ says, gripping your hips again and turning your body around so youâre facing him. âWould be a good way to go down.â
âNo, it wouldnât,â you shake your head. âI don't want other people seeing you like that. Thatâs for me only.â
JJâs pupils dilate at your words, his eyes darkening as he looks at you. âFuck,â he breathes out, surging forward to bring you into a demanding kiss. It's rough and entirely too indecent for a public beach but you donât even care, you fall into it and reciprocate every movement he gives. His arms wrap around your waist to keep you upright as the force of his kiss pushes you backwards. You secure your arms around his neck and just kiss him with every ounce of life you have in you.
You pull away first, the need to breathe taking over but you donât go far, pressing your forehead into JJâs. He brushes his nose against yours and lets his lips brush yours as you both catch your breaths. Chests are heaving in sync and hands are gripping at each other desperately- youâre positive JJâs fingertips are going to leave bruises around your hips.
âThat was nice,â you hum completely in a daze, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
âIt always is,â JJ winks at you, darting forward to steal another kiss.
You swallow harshly, nodding your head frantically, âYouâre right.â
âOf course I am.â He smiles brightly at you and starts pushing you backwards. He keeps his body firm against yours though as he walks you both towards the water. âBut youâre also right. Youâre for my eyes only, hot stuff.â
A wave crashes into the back of your legs and the cold shock of it makes you nearly fall over. JJ takes the opportunity of your gasp though, to shove his tongue back into your mouth and claim it as his own. He kisses the breath right out of you as he moves his tongue against yours fervently, like a man thatâs gone without water in a desert for far too long.
The water is colder than youâre used to, with you having been out of it for so long, so your breath leaves you quicker- leaving your chest burning with the need for air. Especially when a wave crashes into your back, the suddenness making you gasp and pull away. JJ chases after your lips though, in a desperate attempt to keep them attached. When the water finally settles around your chests, JJ closes the distance between your lips once more.
âYou know,â JJ breathes against your lips. He slides his hands up the length of your body until he holds onto your ribs to keep you placed against him. âYou are the best part of me and such a big part of my life. I just canât imagine you not being in it.â he smiles at you and rubs his thumbs across your jaw. âAnd I just- I want to thank you for being there for me. For listening to me and protecting me and supporting me and believing in me. I know, I know the last couple months have been hard for us but just- thank you for not giving up on me.â
âJJ,â you whisper, tears welling up in your eyes. âAs long as you keep trying, I will never give up on you. You deserve to have someone in your life who is going to be there for you through these things. You are good enough for it and I will do everything in my power to make sure you believe that. You are so amazing.â
Tears well up in JJâs eyes then and he lets out a choked huff. You bring a hand up to his face and wipe at a tear that falls onto his cheek. He turns his face and places a kiss on your palm. âYou better kiss me, right now.â
So you do, you pull your hand away from his lips and you kiss him instead- slow and passionate. You pour every bit of love and devotion into the kiss to let him know just how he makes you feel. To let him know just how you feel about him. Itâs so desperate, so needy, as you grab each other and push into one another to be closer, to feel as much of each other as you can. JJ greedily shoves his tongue into your mouth and takes everything and you let him take whatever it is he wants.
Eventually you have to pull away because you have to breathe. But you canât bring yourself to move away too far so you just keep your mouth against his to breathe and you both just breathe against each other. You push your forehead into his and wrap your arms around his neck to bring him even closer to you. His arms automatically wrap around your waist.
âI love you, yeah?â JJ breathes and you nod, your nose brushing against his almost desperately.
âFuck yeah,â you sigh and kiss him again. âI love you.â
âYeah you do,â JJ murmurs, pulling you into another kiss. A kiss that you both giggle into. A kiss that is way sweeter and nowhere near as deep and languorous as the last one. You hum into it, shoving your fingers into his hair to keep him close. To keep his lips just there, pressed against yours as you peck his lips.
A long, drawn out, whistle breaks through the bubble youâve created with your boyfriend and startle away from. JJ mumbles out a breathless âfuckâ just as you get a look over your shoulder to see whoâd interrupted. He slowly removes his arms from around you and moves to step in front of you because his friends stand there at the edge of the water.
âHey, JJ!â John B smiles brightly at his best friend, it looks teasing and lighthearted. He turns to you and nods respectfully, ây/n.â You nod back at him and wave.
âWhat are you guys doing?â Pope questions, a playful smirk resting on his lips. âTonsil hockey?â
âActually,â you swallow, âI was having some trouble breathing so JJ was giving me mouth to mouth.â
JJ lets out a laugh, âI was probably making it worse, though.â
âYeah, I don't think tongues are required for mouth to mouth.â John B teases.
âUh,â JJ clears his throat through a laugh, thumbs at his nose, âI actually think it is.â
âJJ,â Pope sighs, laughs, âthat is literally not correct. y/n, come on. Come with us and we can save you from the stupid things JJ believes.â
You start to trudge through the water, reaching for the hand Pope is offering before changing your mind and turning around to face JJ and grabbing at his hands to pull him along with you. You wink at him when he looks at you. âActually,â you look over your shoulder at Pope, âI feel like I remember reading that somewhere.â
âOh my god,â Pope mutters in disbelief as he looks from you to JJ. âShe feeds into your shit?â
âOf course she does,â JJ smiles, running a hand across your hip momentarily. âShe loves me.â he sing-songs. You smile brightly at him.
âUnbelievable,â John B shakes his head as the group walks towards a towel further up the beach. âBoth of you.â
You lead the group up the beach and to a spot with a towel and a couple bags. John B watches as JJ sits down first while you dig around in one of the bags and pull out a bottle of sunscreen and a couple shirts. JJ grabs them from you, throwing on one of the t-shirts and cradles the sunscreen on his legs. âSo JJ,â John B clears his throat and gets his best friend's attention. JJ hums but keeps his eyes on his hands as he rubs sunscreen between them. âYou got yourself a girlfriend?â
JJ smiles widely as he looks at John B, his hands automatically reaching out to run the sunscreen over your legs. âYeah,â he wiggles his eyebrows.
You let out a scandalous gasp and look up from where youâre typing something on your phone. âYou got yourself a girlfriend and didnât even tell me!â
âYeah,â JJ sighs dreamily, wrapping his hands around your ankles as he finishes applying the sunscreen to your legs. âAnd sheâs hot too!â
You laugh and your head tips back with it. JJ helps you sit down and you settle between his spread legs where he moves on to apply sunscreen to your back. John B watches in awe as you both seem to move in perfect harmony, like all your movements are subconscious. He takes a look around the group and everyone else seems to be watching in the same manner.
âYeah she is,â Sarah comments, reaching over from where sheâs sat to run a finger down your side. âGirl, I didn't know you had so many tattoos.â
âI started getting them when I turned eighteen.â you inform. âJJ really likes them, too. Traces them when he canât sleep.â
JJ nods and places a kiss to your shoulder before placing the other shirt over your head.
Pope makes a gagging sound, âYou guys are like- disgusting but in an affectionate way.â
âHow long has this been going on?â John B asks, waving a finger around at you both as you lean back against JJâs chest. âBecause you move too well together for it to be new.â
âYeah,â Pope sits up and rests his forearms on his bent knees. âYou guys just did all,â he waves his hands around, âthat, without saying a word to one another.â
âOver two years,â JJ shrugs, âIâm not too positive, dating just really blended from friendship.â
Kie lets out a very strangled sound and when you look at her, she looks beyond betrayed and very disgruntled. âWhy didnât you tell us, JJ?â
âUh, well,â JJ clears his throat. His hands disappear up the shirt he put on you and itâs clear heâs seeking comfort. âLook, you guys; we share everything with one another. We have little to no secrets. Everyone knows everything about the other. And I like that about us, I do, but this one thing. This one thing- was just something I wanted for myself. I didnât want to share.â he pauses for a moment to make sure he makes eye contact with each and every one of them. âDo you know how nice it is to have someone to go home to? To have someone there, waiting for you, with open arms and ready to hear about your day? Someone that you havenât seen all day and is excited to see you?â
Youâre looking down at the towel beneath you, picking at a loose thread in it with a slight smile on your face. Youâve heard this explanation a hundred times by now but every time you hear it, your heart flutters in your chest and you feel like youâre floating through the clouds. You have always been a place of comfort for JJ, a person he can confide in and be comfortable around. And youâd never want it to be any other way. He deserves someone that cares about him, someone that will listen to his ramblings and excited chatter without shutting him down the second he starts talking about something no one knows about. Itâs something he never really had until he met you and youâre happy to give it to him.
Thereâs a prolonged silence and JJ continues. âI got used to having someone that didnât know about my day until I came home and I told them. Sheâs been separate from you guys and the things we do every day and itâs just been so nice.â JJ shrugs and looks at Kiara, âListen, itâs not because I never trusted you guys or anything like that. Trust me. This was just something I needed and I needed it for myself, away from anything that could ruin it.â
âWe get it, JJ,â John B nods, shooting a look to Kie but she ignores it.
âI donât.â She scoffs. âWeâre your best friends. You shouldâve told us.â
âI didnât want to,â JJ sighs. âLike I said, I needed to grow this relationship on my own and thatâs what Iâve done. I have such a strong relationship because of my way of going about it.â
âAnd youâve just been okay with this?â Kiara asks, sending you a very unnecessary glare.
âOf course I've been okay with this!â you exclaim, defensively sitting up a little. JJâs hands shift to your hips. âWhy wouldnât I respect JJ and his wishes?â
Kiaraâs mouth drops open then and you can see her trying to find a way to respond, to argue, but you know thereâs no argument.
âKie,â JJ sighs, âI apologize but Iâm not sorry.â
âYou shouldâve told us! Especially if sheâs so important to you.â
âKie, he literally just explained his reasoning to us!â Pope exclaims. âAnd it makes sense. The things we go through, especially JJ? Why wouldnât he want to keep it to himself? The less people know about things the better they always end up.â
John B frowns when he notices how tense youâve become, nestled between his legs and in his hold. Your face has taken on that stoic, passive, look you had when he first met you and he feels bad. You and JJ both looked so relaxed when they first spotted you and now youâre both just so rigid and uncomfortable looking that heâs not sure what he can do to make it better. Sarah notices it too and she scoots closer to you and rests her hand on your leg just below your knee. You smile at her and place your hand atop hers.
âI know weâre best friends,â JJ continues, looking at everyone before looking directly at Kie, âbut, you have to understand this has nothing to do with you. Youâve had everything youâve ever wanted and needed your whole life, I never once had that. y/n has been the first thing like that for me.â
Kiara nods then, still looking apprehensive but she looks more willing to listen now. The fight visibly leaves her body and JJ relaxes then. And when JJ relaxes, so do you.
âHow did you guys meet, then?â Kie asks, her eyes calculating but you can tell sheâs trying.
âI was running from Rafe one day, a few years ago. And he bumped into her and I had to protect her,â JJ explains, puffing out his chest. Your jaw drops in disbelief and Sarah starts to laugh. You turn to look at JJ and he just gives you an innocent look, biting his bottom lip. âWhat?â
âThatâs definitely not what I heard!â Sarah continues laughing, your indignant face hitting her funny bone.
JJ presses a kiss to your cheek and tells the true story of how you met, the same one you told Sarah on the beach the other week. His voice rises in pitch as he gets excited to talk about this with his best friends. The higher octave almost makes you laugh but you keep it to yourself and bask in the elation thatâs rolling off of him in waves. He doesnât get to talk about your relationship very often but when he does he gets so excited, his eyes get a little wide and he speaks faster than his normal drawl. And thatâs exactly whatâs happening now and you absolutely love it. His friends watch him with wide smiles on their faces, their happiness for him radiating off them brightly. JJâs heart races against your back and his hands move wildly in front of you as he explains the story and goes into detail of how you got Rafe to leave him alone.
He easily moves onto how you then became friends, became friends that kissed, became friends that occasionally had sex, then eventually became friends that fell in love. He explains it like heâs explaining his favorite comfort movie and it brings you comfort to listen to him. JJâs friends continue to watch in awe at the fact that JJ is so happy and that heâs clearly found someone that understands him- all of him. Someone that lets him be himself and supports him through the things in his life. Thereâs a childlike glee to him that they havenât really seen since they were actual children and it makes them happy. JJ has always struggled and itâs good to see him finally not. Itâs very clear that youâve been there to help him grow, to help him become the stronger person he is today.
John B could probably cry if he let himself as he watches his best friend basically glow right in front of him. And when he looks at you, and sees how content you are to just be there he knows that JJ has been to you what youâve been to him. He can tell youâve heard these stories before but you still sit there with a small smile on your lips as you mindlessly play with the hand JJ gave you. Your eyes close at one point and it catches JJâs attention momentarily but all he does is slightly shift his body so you fall more comfortably into his chest. He pauses for a second to kiss your temple before continuing on with his current story and John B lets out a breathless laugh, one thatâs echoed by Pope at the same time, but JJ ignores them. John B is pretty sure heâs never seen two people so in love.
By the end of the night, you end up around the fire outside of the chateau with everyone like youâve been a part of their friend group from the very beginning. They tease you and drag you like they do with JJ. They include you in conversation and make sure you feel welcomed within them- even Kie. They make you feel safe and you can see why JJ loves this group of people as much as he does. Their energy is high and they feed off of one another to keep each going. Itâs nice. JJ looks happy and thatâs all you ever really want for him.
You and JJ end up in the hammock together, half on top of him and half beside him, asleep. The sun of the day paired with how early youâd gotten up today made sleep come to you pretty much the moment you got yourself horizontal. You were completely content with JJ breathing evenly underneath you, his body warm and keeping you even warmer. His hands soothe over your back in comforting circles to help keep you asleep through the chatter of his friends.
The past few months have been jarring and overly exhausting but you and JJ have pulled through. You knew that you would, you always do, but youâre happy that everything is evening back out again. And youâre stronger now than you were a few months ago and thatâs what truly matters. At this point you know that you and JJ can work through anything as long as you donât give up on one another. As long as you continue to love each other as deeply as you do.
The group settles down when they finally notice that youâve fallen asleep;Â taking on whispers and giggles instead. They quiet down as they watch JJ watch you, watch as one of his hands fiddles with a strand of your hair and the other traces soothing circles on your back.
âYou happy, JJ?â John B asks when the lull in conversation stretches on. JJ takes a second but eventually he looks up from you and makes contact with each of his friends. He nods.
âYeah,â he smiles and tips his head down to press his lips against your forehead. You press further into him. âI am.â
His friends smile at him. âGood. Thatâs all we ever want.â Kie says.
And then they all continue on with their night like nothing ever changed. Like thereâs not another person whoâs going to be joining them for the foreseeable future.
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