sliding the piece of plastic back into his wallet, jj snorted. โyeah well, you should know better,โ theyโve been โ them โ for a little bit now, and jj has gone as far as to snatch the wallet from kieโs bag to make sure she didnโt even try to take it out. from the outside, he was sure everyone was expecting kie to cover everything. she was rich after all. and jj โ to the rest of the island โ was a deadbeat, a mooch. he refused to be that with kiara, and he worked three jobs to be able to have the funds for things like this. so heโd never let kiara pay, no matter how misogynistic it may look to people. โyโknow i take care of that,โ
hunger was the type of thing that jj had learned how to ignore for awhile. but tonight, with a takeout container sitting in front of him after his shower, he couldnโt avoid how starving he was. their fingers smelled like the joint they had outside earlier, when they wished sarah and john b luck on their outing to figure eight. but now they were alone and jjโs brain was cushioned by the weed and he was finally eating, so things were looking up. glancing up at kiaraโs question, jj cleared his throat. โi mean,โ he started, feeling a flush hit the back of his neck. โyeah i have.โ it had been something that he thought about a lot actually. โjust is a little hard, john b is still looking for his dad, right? this is technically his room so if i move in before he comes back, it might be a little awkward, yโknow?โ it felt like a loose excuse, and it sounded like one too, and he was just high enough to mention โand iโd feel bad for leaving my dad.โ