Sitting in the back of the Twinkie parked not too far from the boneyard where the party was at
The muffled sound of music blasting, some random weeknd song playing.
With the faint sounds of waves crashing against the shore and voices of the partygoers.
The smell of salt water, weed and his cheap colonge.
Cheap tequila haunted your breath as you opened it to inhale the shared blunt.
Jj was sitting across from you, legs spread and his cap half off his head, he was wearing a t shirt and work shorts with those god awful black boots.
You in a somewhat clean, oversized shirt with denim shorts and Birkenstock sandals.
His legs were spread, yours cross in between his
He was going off about how it was his idea to throw this party and John b was taking the credit, after all he “payed” for the keg.
“I’m the reason John b is cool, if it wasn’t for me he would be at home sulking in his uncoolness. I the life of the party man. Pope is the nerd and Kie is like, a party popper you know? Sure she’s fun but man she will be having us clean the whole beach up before everyone leaves.” Jj said as you passed the blunt.
“You seem pretty cool jj” you say as you lay your head back starting to feel the effects of the weed.
“Even a kook can agree!” He exclaims with the joint still between his lips.
“What does that mean?” You ask the blonde
“Mmm in a way kooks seem like they can’t have fun. They need a manual, or someone to hold their hand” he exhales
“Hey at least we get the good tequila. The shit you guys got burns and not even in a good way.”
“The shittest ones get you wasted quicker” he cocked his brow
“Yeah and the hangovers make you think about sobriety.”
Yeah you’re a kook, one of the ones the pouges absolutely hated. But here you were smoking with jj in the back of their van.
You were only in this position when jj spilled his drink on you.
You were sitting on the sand floor surround by all your kook girlfriends. You were guys were giggling over everything, talking about your friend Kim’s date she had earlier that day, who’s fucking who, just typical gossip.
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One the beach
“Guys I need help ghosting a dude” you say sipping your drink.
“How do you need help you just ignore him y/n” Kim says
“Yeah but like I need to have him at least know he’s the problem.” You state
“Mhm true, never make them think she’s just buggin” Aria said
“I always post some bullshit that’s like when he blah blah blah and it’s something he’s never done or like post a fake date” Claire said
“Oh that’s a good one!” Kim agreed
“We can always get one of toppers friends and you post with them” Sarah suggest
“Ooh! What about your brother Rafe, he’s so hot!” Hannah grabbed her heart earning giggles from the girls
“Ew that’s my brother!” Sarah groaned
“Beside even if we could we can’t because that would just scare every dude away.” Aria
“And he’s a douche” Sarah scoffed playing with her cup.
“Speaking of topper, I’m gonna go find him.” And with that Sarah left
“Bitch just wants a refil” Kim joked
“And what about it!” Sarah giggled as her voice trialed off
As you guys were singling along to “it wasn’t me” you got a text from Sarah
Saruh 👸🏼: “Hey Toppers working up Kelce rn meet me by the keg soon 🤫” 9:01
and with that you got up, with a empty red solo cup.
“Alright I’m gonna go meet Sarah, plan is commenced. I’ll be back” you say as you walk along the warm sand
“Obviously it’s by the keg you alcoholics!” Hannah joked.
You begin walking backwards to bite back but and as you turned around your chest was met with cold beer.
“Oh shit I’m sorry!” The drinks owner apologized
You look down and your shirt soaked with beer.
“Well that’s just refreshing” you joked picking up your shirt from it sticking to your stomach.
“Im so sorry, I can find you a spare! I wasn’t paying attention so I knocked into you-” he says cheeks filled with red.
“Ah no it’s it’s fine, I got a swim suit underneath. If anything, It was bound to come off at some point” you laugh trying to make like out this situation
“No please it’s my fault, I’m like insufferably high and drunk right now and I wasn’t looking where I was going and-”
“It’s all good, it’s just a shirt right?” You say taking it off and rolling it into a ball.
“Let me at least get you another drink” he said motioning to your cups on the floor
“It was already empty it’s fine! No harm.” You say as the wind blows your hair
“Are you sure you don’t need another shirt, it’s gonna get chilly later in the night?” He asked concerned
“Maybe a few drinks would help” you say grabbing a new cup.
“Can’t argue with that” he says fixing his cap
You walk to the make shift bar with the guy following behind, tripping over sand earning chuckles from the blonde.
“So which is this, 11th?” He joked
“Hey, it’s at least like my 7th.” you hummed finally reaching the bottles.
“I’ll be bartender for tonight, what you want?” Jj said kneeling behind the long where the drinks were placed
“Pink Whitney”
“Uh we got everclear and whatever what’s left of this suspicious juice” he said rummaging through the random plastic and glass bottles
“Just give me whatever at this point” you say kneeling in front of the log, taking the hair out your face.
“So what’s your name, never got it” you say tapping on the “bar”
“Surprised you don’t know, you kooks seem to love me” he scoffed
“Oh quit it, it’s so annoying how you boys fight. Love the videos tho” you joked “so what is it”
“It’s jj, you know jj Maybank. Luke’s kid” he said avoiding eye contact
“am i supposed to know who that is or…”
“The name isn’t so…. pretty. Doesn’t have the best rep’ around town.” He said grabbing a cup
“Well I haven’t heard a thing about it so I can’t be that bad” you tucked your legs to your chest as the breeze picked up.
“If you haven’t heard than that should be good at least, don’t need another kook joining my hate club” he chuckled
“Well my name is y/n, don’t know what the word is on the Lara’s are but hope it isn’t too bad.” you smile
“Oh please I know you’re y/n, the kook princess. Right next to Sarah, kook queen as my friend John b would say” He looked up at you
“the Lara’s seem to own practically everyone. Everyone on this island practically worship them.” He says
“Your dad is terrifying and your mom is smart enough to work for the damn pentagon.” Jj adds
“Jj, my dads a lawyer and my moms a financial manager. What’s the worst they can do, fight fraud?”
“Ok ok but still if you see it from the pouge side they can throw us into jail for commiting fraud.”
“Are you saying you know people who’ve commited fraud…”
“Im just saying your parents are very powerful. Aren’t they like practically partners with the Cameron’s.”
“Yeah I guess, I wouldn’t consider them friends but between you and me” you go in closer to the boy “their development company might need more development.” you whisper following with a drunk giggle
“Now give me my drink Maybank.”
“Alright it’s not exactly a pink Whitney but it has the pink to it” jj said handing you a cup with a dusty rose colored drink
“The mauve Maybank” you say inspecting the cup.
As you take a nice sip, the taste of cheap vodka and maybe… cranberry juice?… either way you felt it burn the back of your throat.
“Mmm taste, interesting…” you say smacking you lips.
“Please never play poker, or lie ever again.” He said disgustined
“You try it then, it’s your concoction.”
“Hey even though I made it I didn’t supply it. It’s John’s bs party after all blame him. I don’t even know who brought these I just got the keg!”
“Yeah whatever take a sip now or I’ll get my dad to sue you for poisoning”
“Okay okay fine !” He said accepting defeat.
As he slowly brings his cup to his mouth he takes a deep breath taking a gulp.
“Oh fuck your right this might be straight up chemicals!” He said making the most halarious sour face.
“Haha! I told you!” You said dying of laughter.
As you guys trying to finish your cups, you keep talking.
Jj talked about how he surfed a killer wave this morning. He goes surfing around 6am. He says the best time is right before sunrise.
The winds are perfect, it’s not too hot or too cold, and you can get a reef break if the tide is high.
And the view is amazing, just riding along the sun rise, and when he’s high he feels like he’s the sun.
“Alone is the best because it’s quiet and peaceful. Just you and the ocean man..” he trailed off
As your listening to him the sun is fully set, the breeze is cooler than usual and your outfit choice is coming to bite you in this ass.
You’re curled up in a ball, but the alcohol manages to heat you up for a good 5 minutes.
“Are you sure you don’t need something to cover up, I’m even starting to get a bit chilly.” He asked with a cocked brow
“Mhh no I can make it” you say checking the time on your phone. “It’s only 8:47 I’m sure we’ll head home soon” you say hopefully
But luckily for you a bunch of cheering immense from the rest of the beach causing your heads to turn.
As you began to look to see what the commotions was about.
“Hmm” Jj huffed
“Well isn’t it the kook king himself” he eyes squinted
You finally spotted the “kook king”. He had a blonde middle part, wearing a stupid pollo and khakis with new balances only a hot white dude could pull off.
“Oh it’s just Rafe” you rolled your eyes
“Oh so y/n is not too found of her king?” He joked
“He’s like a big brother I never wanted” you say finishing your cup
“Well now that he’s here, the party has officially started. I bet he bought the good shit” you say getting up dusting the sand off your butt.
Jj watches you walk up to the bar, Rafe and his minions placing down paper bags and taking out grey goose, don Julio , Malibu and other goodies.
Your eyes lighting up when Rafe pulls out your favorite claze de azul
“Look what I got ya kid” he said pulling out the bottle
“Oh my god thank you Rafe, didn’t think I could take anymore bootleg pink Whitney’s” you say as he grabbed you a cup
“Tell me when” he says filling it up.
Before you could say when he stoped for you
“Um I didn’t say when” you asked confused
“Well I can smell vodka on you and you are literally the most light weight I know so no more for you.” He said placing the bottle on a table he brought
“Ugh when I finally think you’re cool you prove you’re not.” You whine throwing your cup on the ground.
Before he can bicker back a dude comes up about to grab the bottle but before he could Rafe stops him.
“Um what do you think you’re doing ?” He ask
“getting some tequila?” He answered back
“Uh no you’re not, not these at least. Go back to your fireballs, these are kook only.” Rafe bites back.
“Run along, stop looking at my like you’re gonna suck my dick.” He says scaring the poor tourist away.
“Jesus Rafe he just wanted a drink.” You couldn’t help but feel bad.
“Oh don’t cry, he shouldn’t be taking other people shit. Did he pay for it?” He argues
“Yeah but you didn’t have to be mean about it. you didn’t even pay for it I bet you used your dads credit card”
“Yeah and it had my name on it. Stop acting like you don’t do the same y/n”
“Oh whatever. I’m getting another drink” you say grabbing new cups and feeling it up for you and jj.
“Woah and who’s the second cup for huh ? You’re definitely not drinking that.” He said attempting to grab it from you.
“It’s for Hannah. Now thank you for the drink Rafe but I gonna meet up with them. No fights!” You yell as you began walking away.
As you began to go back to your spot you didn’t seem to see jj there. You began walking around trying to find him but there was no sign of the blond.
You saw John b but he wasn’t with him. Same with pope and kie, she was just picking up trash and yelling at the people who caused it.
You check every inch of the party but still nothing, not even his hat you could spot.
You began walking along the trail hoping to find him, with a bit of fumbling, at least pissing somewhere but luckily you didn’t. You began walking seeing a few people smoking or making out but still not jj.
Soon you reach the parking lot and spot the infamous Volkswagen bus of the pouges. Luckily the lights were on inside. As you approach the van the door slid opening revealing a red eyed jj.
“Ah you found me” he said with a dopey smile
“Why’d you run off?” You ask handing him a cup.
“Why you think I did?” He motioned to the smoke filled van.
He moved to the side mentally offering you in. You got up and sat on a blanket, looking around to see snack wrappers, ropes, stickers on the wall, a box,the little hula girl on the dashboard, just random things that were so them. So pouge.
“Hot boxed?”
“You know it” he said picking up another joint
“What some?” He said living it between his lips
“Fuck it” you say downing your cup.
“What’s in this?” He asked smelling his cup
“Oh it’s clasa de azul, Rafe brought it” you say feeling the heat in your thoat.
“Ah I heard. Can’t believe you would speak about bubblegum Maybank like that” he wiped a fake tear
“It was mauve Maybank. Trust me after that drink you’ll be on my side.”
He gulped down the drink, slwirling his tounge inspecting it like a wine tester.
“Eh it’s alright” he said brushing off his shoulder
“Oh whatever you just don’t get it”
“Get what?”
“Idk you just don’t”
“What cause I’m a pouge I don’t think $200 tequila is no better than a $20 one ? I don’t have the taste nor the class huh?”
“I’m just saying you don’t taste period. Don’t gaslight me into a kook vs pouge argument, I’m not Rafe”
“And to that I’ll smoke too” he said taking the joint out your hand
Your eyes start to begin feeling heavy, and your vision become less attentive.
As jj passes the joint, you take one big inhale, letting the smoke reach all the way down to the pit of your lungs.
“Here I found you a shirt” Jj handed you a blue button up
You put it on leaving it as a jacket. It fit you a bit big but it was a cute look you thought. Once you dusted it off a bit he handed you the joint once again.
With that final hit, you pass it to jj. Leaning against the van walls you watch him take hits. He has a high tolerance than you which leads him to finishing yet another joint.
“The first party of the season and I’m surprised John b was the one to throw it” you say looking around the van once again.
“Yeah we had fifty bucks and thought alcohol poisoning!” He giggled to himself
“I’m gonna step outside for a bit” you say sliding open the door and stepping out
As you’re finnally able to breath in fresh air, you look up in at the night sky observing the stars.
You were never into astronomy , it hurt your head trying to shape out constellations.
But something about the sky tonight just seem brighter.
“That’s the Auriga constellation right there.” Jj said pointing towards a group of them
“Oh look at you knowing your stuff huh?” You say trying to make it out
“Kie would force us when we were younger because she basically had no friends” he said chuckling
“So does it like have a story ?”
“Yeah. It’s said that Zeus put it in the sky himself after an inventor of Athens. He was like his mentor, he showed him skills and stuff”
He said looking at you
“Oh well okay nerd” you boop bis nose
“Well I don’t know about you but I’m a bit cross faded so I’m just gonna lay here in a Twinkie for a minute or 10” you say sliding back in.
“Here, there’s a blanket in here somewhere” Jj say scrummaging in the back
As you sit and watch him with your vision getting a bit more hazy, you can’t help to think how cute he is.
Hell you just met the kid and here you are drunk, and high. If he wasn’t so nice you would be terrified that he was about to kill you.
Wait what if he were to kill you, you just met him..
He knows your whole story so he can easily cover it up…
You giggle to yourself thinking about dead you. Hair all crazy, with blood everywhere and maybe even a lost limb.
This is weed does to you people.
“Whatcha giggling about” jj asked handing you a blanket
“Just if you were to kill me, thanks”
“Aww thinking about me already” he booped your noise
“But don’t worry I don’t think you would kill me”. You’re too sweet
“Thank you?”
“Anytime” you smile
“You’re a kinda cute, i would be sad if you were to murder me”
“Alright I think you actually hallucinating” he said with a nervous chuckle
He looked around scrummaging around the van, finally he picked up a blue bag
“Here, chips. Eat some to sober you up a bit”
“Ohh salt a vinegar!” You opened the bag happily
Jj sat and watched you with a dopey smile on your face. Never in his life he thought he would get high with a kook, a cute one too.
You guys continue talking about literally everything. And that’s not even an exaggeration.
Soon enough you hear a couple of dings on your phone.
Saruh👸🏼:: where are you?? You were supposed to meet me an over an hour ago, you’re lucky Aria saw you walk off with a cute dude. Meet us at toppers truck in 10 we’re leaving. 10:53
“Ah sorry jj, gotta go the queen awaits” you say sliding out the car and now sober enough to walk straight
“Yeah well as much as i hate you kooks enjoy it, i gotta help clean the beach probably until 12am” he huffs and walking you two along the path to the party
“You know I had fun, i never get to get high all the kooks always do another substance and it’s not my thing” you saying with your hands wrapped around you
“Do you wanna hang out again? We can smoke or like surf. Just the two of us?” He said licking his teeth with pink cheeks
“Yeah I would love that actually” you say with matching pink cheeks.
You hand him your phone to put his number in, him secretly putting a heart by his name.
Soon enough you guys reach the beach hearing Kie calling her cleaning crew.
“Text me tonight, I’ll be waiting or I’ll have my dad track you down” you say adjusting his hat and turning away.
“Oh shoot your shirt”you say
“Keep it, it looks good on you” Jj said smiling, looking at you up and down.
Both of you guys blushing, thankfully it was dark. You turn away looking down trying to compose yourself.
Jj watches you walk away, meeting up with your kook friends, Sarah giggling as you caught up with her.
He walks over to Kiara with a cheesy smile all over his face.
“I saw you talking to Lara” she raises her brow
“Surprised a kook like her doesn’t hate you” she said handing him a bag
summary: who hasn’t vowed to never fall for the school “manwhore”.
⟡ high school au ⟡
obx master list
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sitting in the middle of Mr Waynes class,ear bud in one ear, your just filling up your paper with small smiley faces and flowers in the middle of notes.
You originally signed up for fashion marketing but spots filled up quick so they gave you the next best alternative, sports marketing.
You were sat at a table with Jj Maybank who luckily for you was quiet as a mouse. He slept most of the time and only bothered you for answers. You guys shared one or two conversations but nothing much was said, just surfing and who has snacks.
Then there was Topper, by far the best classmate you can have. He wasn’t annoying, gave you answers if you asked, never said any offensive to you or others. But he was more like a pet to the other boys.
And by others boy I mean Rafe Cameron. ───────────────────
Rafe Cameron
Where do you start?
He’s “the man”
He’s an asshole
He’s the class president
He’s a manwhore
He’s pretty versatile
But man he’s hot.
Rafe Cameron, he’s the kid that knew how to ride a dirt bike, who played every sport, the fastest runner, hell he was even the liner leader in primary school .He was the coolest kid ever.
He made the varsity football team freshman year. (the only one too)
Rafe was nice and funny, he was the kid who invited everyone to his birthday party and not just because of the present.
He’s the one who brought cake to school for his birthday, not cupcakes.
But now he’s genuinely a bitch.
Everyone is now a bitch, ever since middle school where people hit puberty and got social media. You ate the snapchat filters up though.
You know how boys get after a certain age, they get stinky, gross, horny, angry, big ego maniacs.
Could you be exaggerating? Yes
Were you? Yes
Back to Rafe and Topper.
Topper being practically a servant to the other boys due to the fact he was younger and practically worshiped them.
He did everything they asked him too like do their laundry after a game or do their homework. The Water boy type.
Rafe and his clique being aboustly dogs.
Always parading the halls shouting and screaming for no absolutely reason.
It’s always something amongst the lines of “yo Cameron what’s up?” Or “Rafe my man!” And my favorite which isn’t even a word is when they start catcalling girls.
Even worse when it’s freshman, they know their freshman’s which makes it creepy but surprisingly none of them hooked up with one.
There was one time where they actually played football in the halls during lunch and even broke a clock on the wall but they all walked away with not even a warning from the principal but instead giggles like he was a teenage girl.
Teenage boys are guenily demons and you were in a class full of them.
You weren’t the only girl taking the class, the only other one was a Grace. She on the cheer team and she 100% took this class just for the boys.
She never once interacted with you, she liked to think she was the only girl in the class.
you weren’t annoyed with the fact that she blocked you out when Mr Wayne asked if you wanted to be sat together but she instied on seating with football guys so she can “cheer them on”
She was on jv.
It honestly didn’t surprise you when they said the most objectifying and sexist things to her and she just giggled and twirled her hair.
As you sat in your thoughts you were snapped out by jj.
“Um hello earth to y/n? He said poking the arm your head was laying on
“Oh um my bad, what’s up?” You say blinking your eyes
“Did you hear anything Mr Wayne said? You were like gone. But anyways we have to do a group project. Something about football teams stupid mascots” he said trying to read the hand out.
“Oh do you wanna be in a group then? I would go with Grace but I think she already has her team!” you sarcastically cheered earning a chuckle from someone at the table
You look up to see Rafe Cameron.
“Im actually dead that’s literally her” he smiles
“Uh where’s topper?” You ask jj
“Oh he’s not here and the rest of the guys were gonna group and leave him by himself but that isn’t right so I’m just gonna work by myself for now until next class” he said as he pulled out his laptop
“Oh well that’s pretty nice of you, although I expect that behavior from them.” You smack your lips tuning to jj.
“So what are we thinking” you ask the blonde
“Well I saw a clip of a mascot ‘swollowing’ a lady at a game on TikTok” he giggled pulling his phone out looking it up
“Well that’s a start” you say taking out your laptop
“Ooh and you know that one insanse ass kitty, the mascot does like insane shit like the table push up thing, and it even makes TikTok’s” he stuck his tounge out
“I tried that once, broke my sunglasses and the table” Jj added
“Okay we can use that one, what is it to I can put it down?” You ask opening google slides
“Oh uh I don’t know..” he said with a puzzled looked
“Look it up or something we gotta put the school, mascots name and stuff” you order him
“Ugh now this is starting to get boring” he groans
“This is group work jay.” You complain
“It’s Cosmo” The other blonde perked up from his laptop
“Huh?” Jj asked
“Cosmo the cougar, you know? BYU. He like trains with the football team I think” Rafe added
“Even Rafe helped me, get it together jj or no snacks for a week” you scolded him
“Hey I’m giving you these mascots so I’m working !”
Another 10 minutes pass and you have fiannly filled out the first mascot.
“Okay now another one” you say placing your laptop on the desk from your lap
“Mm you know that one that flies across the stadium. It’s like a gator or something”
“Okay first of all if it’s flying I’m sure it’s not going to be an alligator. I saw that one too but I’m positive it was a falcon”
“Mmm no”
“Mmm yes”
“Y/n’s right. The Atlanta Falcons” Rafe chimed in
“Told you! Thank you Rafe” you sang typing
“How do you know so much anyway?” Jj asked
“Uh well you know how some peoples thing are like kiss cams or halfcourt shots? Mine is the mascots, I’ve loved them since I was little. They’re so funny and cute” he smiled
“Like Benny the bull, or Blue from the colts-”
“Ooohh! I know that one. He’s always throws a pie in someone’s face or twerking” you laugh
“With the party favors in his nose” he starts laughing too
“Okay quick, what color are they?” You quiz him
“Pink and green” he crosses his arm
“College?”
“Indianapolis”
“Jersey number?”
“Zero”
“Animal.”
“anthropomorphic blue horse.” He fake yawns in his seat.
“Damn Rafe” you say oddly impressed
“What can I say? I know my shit” he said with a smirk plastered on his face
“I could use your help with this. I’ll give you gushers for the rest of the month”
“Hey no those are mine!” Jj whined
“Shut it jj, at least Rafes helping. Now this is an example of a good classmate. Take notes” you huff at the blonde
“Why don’t we just work together? I’ve only gotten two done and it’s the same ones you have anyways.”
“Yeah you and topper can join ours. I already decorated the slides and you can critique the information”
“Yeah I can do that”
“I’m down if that means less work for me” jj said opening a tab to play papas Freezeria
“Whatever. So I was thinking we can do Benny the bull next.”
“Hand me the laptop and I’ll need a pack of gushers right now for power.” Rafe jokingly ordered earning a small laugh from you
You and Rafe got to work. It was now 2:02 and you guys were able to get 70% of the work done. You decided to wait for next class so topper and jj can put their work in.
“Okay so next class we just need to write about the brand marketing and its impact and look up statistics with it but we’ll just leave that to Topper. ” Rafe defeately closed the laptop
“Honestly can’t believe you knew all that information but at least we got it done quick with that freaky little brain” you lay back in your chair sighing
“With your quick typing skills mixed with my freaky brains we make a great team” he smiled pulling out his phones
“Ugh we got like an hour left” you cry whipping out your phone
“I texted Topper and he said he’ll get on it when he can.” Rafe said texting from his phone
“Depending that it’s him he’ll finish it by dinner” you giggle
“I bet before the class is over” jj placed his bet
“Hmm what?” Rafe asked confused
“Looks he’s already doing it” Jj said with his open laptop
Peeking over at his screen you all saw his profile noting that’s active on the shared slides.
“He’s a cute little nerd” you joke as you put your last edits following putting your laptop away in your bag.
“Well you know since we’re done I think I’m gonna head out to the bathroom..” Jj said as he gathered his things
“Mr W I’m gonna go take a wazz” Jj said swinging his backpack on his back and heading out the door.
“He’s not coming back is he?” Rafe asked
“At least i don’t have to deal with him” Mr Wayne huffed
“Ayee I need to take a wazz too Mr W??” Kelce attempted to leave early
“Nice try but you wait till the bell. You group hasn’t even gotten past the first slide which is just your names and not even the title.” He said sternly earning groans
You look through your bag trying to find a quick snack
“Come on not even a piece of gum?” You say rummaging through the bag as the hunger slowly grows
“I got gum” Rafe perks up from his phone
“Thanks” you say as you watch him open his bag
“I have fruity or mint, ur pick”
“Um I’ll will take fruity”
As he gets the pack out your stomach grows
“Ugh I’m so hungry” you say as he begins to hand you the gum
“Wait did you have lunch?” He asked with a cocked brow
“Uh yeah like a slice of pizza, but I have A lunch so that was at like 11 so it feels like forever ago!” you groan trying to grasp the pack out of his hands
“You see they have lunch so early yet give us like 20 minutes when the line takes 15.”
“And they don’t let us DoorDash and I don’t have my car right now which sucks because I can’t even go off campus” you guys begin to rant
“The McDonalds line took like almost my whole lunch period because literally everyone in town is there” Rafe says before his stomach starts to growl
“Ugh I can go crazy for a 7/11 anything right now” you say with your hands on your head
“Wait, you wanna leave early and go get food?” Rafe says with a lightbulb practically above his head
“Theres no way Mr Wayne is going to let us leave early after them” you say trying not to get your hopes up
“Come on he likes me. We actually did our work so” he says getting up with his bag
You watch him confidently strut towards Mr Ws desk. He bends down a little closer to him, flashing his perfect white teeth and ends the conversation with a fist bump and a smile from Mr Wayne you haven’t seen since the first day.
As Rafe headed out the door he turned to you and sent a wink. Before you could make up what was happening you heard Mr Wayne call out your name.
“Y/n, you’re needed in the office.” He said before going back to his computer
You begin to gather you things and walk out the door.
As you enter the hallways you let out a sigh of relief as Rafe stands up from the wall.
“Voila” Rafe said with a dopey smirk
“Didnt know you could do it Cameron. How’d you bribe him?”
“I actually babysit his daughter so I’m already on his good side. I just asked if we could go” he said grabbing his keys out his pocket
“You’re actually my savior today. First with work and now this ? King.” you praise him while you follow him out the building
Soon you guys reach to his car which was 100x nicer than your hand me down. Hence why you don’t have it right now.
“So what are we thinking?” Rafe asked opening the passenger door for you.
“Thank you, um you chose you’re driving” you answer as he shuts the door
You watch him put your bags in the back seat and walk around the car to get in.
Never in your high school life you think you would be cutting class with THE Rafe Cameron.
“Uh are you down for Taco Bell?” He huffs getting in the seat and staring the car
“Omg yes Nacho fries sound so good right now” you smile
“Oh my god I love Nacho fries too. Literally why do they take them away, it feels like a punishment.” He said pulling out of his painted spot
“They take them away for like a month yet it feels like years. They need to be permanently on the menu. It’s like the one thing the world collectively agrees on.”
“Nacho Fries keeps peace” Rafe chuckled agreeing
Rafe soon connected his music playing L$D
“Oh my god you listen to Rocky?”
“Um yeah duh? He’s amazing”
“Oh my god I love him. Him, Kendrick and Drake have to be my favorite artist” you say fangirling over the men
“Oh my god you just got cooler” he comment
“I try adding some of A$AP ROCKY to our team playlist but they claimed LVL and Purity were weird and depressing.” He looked at you annoyed
“I bet they listen to Kanye and Yeat to get in the zone” you roll your eyes
“They do and it’s not even their good songs too”
You guys continue on talking and just enjoy the car ride together.
Soon enough you guys get to Taco Bell, ordering through the drive thru of course.
“Okay what do you want? On me don’t worry about it” Rafe asks
“No it’s fine I can pay for myself-"
“I said don’t worry about it-”
“Yeah but you drove at least let me pay-”
“No I can pay I offered and picked Taco Bell-”
“Yeah but-”
But before you could argue back Rafe pulled up to the voice box
“Uhh Yeah let me get a combo meal and nacho fries with a Pepsi” he said his order
“And you want..?” He tuned to ask
“Uh same thing actually” you said surprisingly
“Two of those please. And can I get a pack of Cinnabons”
After he was done ordering you could’ve help but think of how much you had in common with Rafe.
A very unlikely pair, or so you thought.
When it came to the window you got your Apple Pay about to offer to pay
“Don’t even think about it. I’m paying” Rafe said without looking at you
“Oh come on.”
Fast forward 10 minutes and Rafe arrived to the local park.
You guys were walking towards the picnic tables ready to devour your seasonal items.
Looking through the tables you guys picked the one underneath a tree with the least amount of bird poop.
You sit across from of eachother and you guys begin digging in. You sit in silence, a few thank you’s for napkins and sauces. Just listening to birds. A comfortable silence.
“So you have a game tomorrow right?” You ask, both almost finished
“Yeah, it’s against MHS” the other school in town, the rivalry team.
“I think we’re gonna win, me and the boys have been practically on the field 24/7 practicing, if we wins this then we make playoffs.”
“Hmm yeah I’ve seen you guys play, not too bad. I would say you guys are just as good as running your mouths” you raise your brows taking your last bite
“Thanks I guess” he laughs
“You think Grace is gonna wear your number in the stands? $5 if there’s a sign” you half joke with the blonde
“Um oddly no, she’s trying for Kelce now”
“God who in our school hasn’t tried for Kelce” you roll your eyes
“Oh come on he’s a dime, one of the best looking guys at out school, after me of course”
“Oh my god your head is as big as the football feild” you laugh at him
“Hey! You have to admit I’m a pretty good looking guy, inside and out.”
“More or less”
“Um more duh?” Rafe somewhat joked
“Fine if im not the hottest guy at school then who is hmm?” He said with an interested look on his face
“Oh please like I waste my time ranking you dogs”
“Come on you’re gonna say you been with these dudes for like 8 years and you never once thought any of them were cute?”
“Yes”
“Oh you’re so full of crap, were teenagers we tell ourselves we’re in love with the first lick of attention” Rafe crossed his arms over his chest
“Yeah but with a school full of kooks it’s not that very hard to get the ick.”
“Seriously? You’re not gonna give me anything huh? Wait are you like...” he started to lower his voice
“Like what?” You ask
“you know….playing for the other team…”
“RAFE I KNOW YOU DID NOT ASSUME IM LESBIAN”
“WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE ITS A BAD THING”
“ITS NOT!- it’s, idk it just that you don’t bring home one guy and your mom starts giving you hints she’s an ally” you wince
“Sorry for assuming but thinking about it you’ve never had a boyfriend or like been like on the market tho”
“And is that bad?”
“No it’s just surprising, I’ve seen you close with Maybank and Heyward ,and your pretty so I would expect you do like at least have some game” Rafe commented
“Rafe did you just call me pretty and lonely at same time” you say with pink both creeping up on your cheeks
“Uh- yeah but um yeah your good looking but I would like assume you would do something with it or like you know fall in love I don’t know-”
“Yeah ok I get what you’re trying to say” you cut off the very uncomfortable boy
“I just don’t want to waste my time, I know boys like you. They act so nice for the first 5 minutes just to get in your pants”
“Boys like me? What’s that supposed to mean” Rafe now offended
“Don’t act all innocent, I’ve heard about you and pouges”
Pouges being the underclassmen.
“Yes I admit I have fun but it’s not Maybank who’s with a new girl practically every lunch.” He scoffs
“Well not exactly you but our whole class, hell even the jv team have their spot in the school..”
“Yeah they are man whores….but not all of us our like that you know” he saw trying to bargain with you
“Matter in fact despite all the rumors I’ve never once been in love”
“Well no duh-”
“Let me finish, I’ve been on dates and I unfortunately admit I have slept with 3 people my whole career”
“Career is crazy”
“But they were never more. I’ve always wanted to find my person but we’re in high school so the bar is very low. No matter how many first dates I have there never seconds ones, some girls just agree because they think their gonna get something out of it.”
“Yeah sums up high school” you place your chin on your palm
“But sorry for assuming anything, I hate when there’s rumors spreading about me and jj but it’s all just for people to score gossip points” you apologize to the boy
“So you and Maybank never been a thing?” he sounded, hopeful?
“No, the rumor started because I’m the only person that tolerates him.” You said blankly
“Go figure”
Soon enough it’s 3:30pm and Rafe gets a text from his coach
“Well I gotta be back at school before 4 for practice, let me drop you off so I can hear topper complain about being benched tomorrow”
“He’s not even that bad of a player too, the guys just don’t wanna pass to him” you laugh
“Ouch y/n you’re supposed to be cheering me on not him??” He placed his hand over his heart
“Don’t worry I’ll paint an R on my face and make you a big poster saying QB? More like QT” you hum
“Ohh that’s a good one”
“Surprised Grace hasn’t came up with that one yet”
“Thank god I rather you have it” he says smiling at your
For a minute you guys sit there, smiling at eachother. Like your eyes are doing the talking
“Alright let’s go before it gets late” you say clearing your head
“Yeah”
In the car you played your playlist adding eachother on Spotify.
The car ride home wasn’t too far but all the laughs you guys shared made the car ride feel like seconds.
Soon enough Rafe pulls in your drive way, handing you your back from the back.
“Thank you Rafe, for the ride and nacho fries.” You say unbuckling
“No problem but I expect to see you in the front of the student section tomorrow with my sign, if not I will lose the game”
“Oh please calm down, I’ll see if I can go”
“I’m serious if I don’t see you I won’t play.” He said raising his arms up
“Haha very funny I’ll see you next week in class”
“Hmm no tonight” he said no letting it go
“Rafe I’m serious I might have to watch my brother tomorrow”
“Okay I’ll buy his ticket” he said pulling his wallet out.
Oh he’s serious?
“No Rafe he’s 3, I’m not taking a toddler alone to a football game” you say pushing his wallet back
“Hmm well guess I’ll have to see you Saturday night then?”
Omg.
“Rafe Cameron are you asking me out on a date ?” You say calmly but you are internally SCREAMING.
“Yeah I am. Don’t tell me you will never go out with a guy like me because I genuinely will lose our game tomorrow” he said with a somewhat serious tone
“Assuming that you guys win tonight-”
“Mmm more like knowing” the blonde interrupted
“Either way, if you guys win don’t you have your ritual 2 day party”
“Yeah but it’s like every weekend at this point so what if I miss one?” He gave you dopey smile
“And don’t say we can go together because a party ain’t a date, I plan to take you out to the mainland”
“Oh so you already planned this date I haven’t even said yes too?”
“Yeah I got the idea when we were talking about music in the car, there’s a venue I wanna take you too. My dad is in the process of remodeling it so we can play manger for a day and see who he books”
“Hmm, how about this. If you win tonight then I’ll go.” You say getting out the car
“So I’ll pick you up at 11, and so we’ll catch the ferry on time?” He smirked knowingly the answer already
“See you then.” But before you can shut the door he speaks up
“Wait I need your number. I’m not gonna slide in your dms that’s boring”
“Oh you’ll get it, trust me” you say shutting the door and heading inside.
Rafe didn’t know what you meant but he trusted you.
-time skip-
Rafes POV
It’s Friday night, and I still have yet to get her number.
Even thought I brought her lunch as a peace offering she still wouldn’t budge.
I’m on the field right now, we basically annihilated the other team.
Luckily there’s 3 minutes left in the game and we’re 42-11
Are we surprised?
We’re all just half assing it and taunting the pissed of jocks because there’s no way the MHS panthers can come back from this one.
As I’m out in the field I hear the student section chant
“Raptors, Raptors, we can fight! Panthers, Panthers say good night!”
As I look into student sections I see Grace up in the front with her sign, but instead of Kelce written all over it, it was a phone number.
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* unedited I just wanted to get this out my drafts :)
Trying to get back into writing because I have officially finished my school work and now waiting on graduation 🐟🐟
Dating jj has its up and downs. Growing up with an abusive father and no mother figure had him feeling alone, never feeling comfortable or lovable. Once he meets y/n his walls slowly start to come down but it takes awhile for him to accept he matters.
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As y/n laid with Jj in the hamock of John Bs. chateau, Jj stared at her in awe. Taking in every inch of her. If you were to put a 13 year old boy right beside him you wouldn't know which was which.
He didn't have much but one thing he did have was you, and it was worth more than anything in the world.
Call him a kook because he was rich in love.
He was happy. You were by far the best person he’s ever met on Kildare island, though don’t tell John B that.
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Y/n and Jj limbs were tangled in the hammock
They have been laying together almost all afternoon, you would be surprised that Jj hasn’t taken a nap yet.
You guys were talking the day away, like how you were able to score more hours at the small boutique you worked at. How Jj almost convinced a kooks dog to go home with him (thankfully he called you to show the cute little guy and you were table to talk some sense into him.)
But mainly it was you doing the talking, Jj just watched and listened. But he was fine with that.
He watched you in awe, with love and lust filmed eyes
He knew your face too well. Every emotion, muscle movement, the “imperfections”. He practically studied it and Jj doesn’t even own a single book.
He knew the way your eyes lit up when you would get happy or excited. How your brows scrunched when you were confused. The bite marks on your lips when you would get confused.
You would tell Jj everything and anything
Telling the blonde every small little details about your day knowing Jj didnt have to know how long it took the duck to cross the street.
The way you couldn’t tell a story without forgetting a small detail and making it 10x more longer than it needed to be.
The way your tounge would slip and stuttered on words.
He just always looked at you with stars in his eyes.
As you continued to talk you mention about your encounter at the gas station earlier today.
“So after I dropped off my brother at practice I stopped to get gas, I just hate how he has to be good enough for a team all the way on Figure 8.” You huff
“The funny thing is that when I was filling up this dude pulled up with his truck right beside me.”
Jj immediately perked up.
“He was talking to me, making convo for some reason. It wasn’t too bad I guess he was nice, but then started making some flirty comments. He was trying to hint on taking me on a date but thankfully my tank filled up right on time.” You told Jj
“Oh um I bet that was uncomfortable for you I’m sorry.” He said as he was more uncomfortable with it.
“It wasn’t bad. He was nice with it unlike the others just straight up being douchebags” you rolled your eyes.
“He even offered to pay my gas but I wouldn’t let him. I should’ve tho it was like $80 bucks”’ you smile to yourself trying to make heart of the situation
“Did you get his name?” Jj asked starting to feel a bit queezy.
“Jj it doesn’t matter anyways. I don’t want you to get into fights, you know I hate it.” You knew what would happen if Jj were to find out
“Yea whatever come on tell me who it is. We’re supposed to tell each other everything yeah ?” He moved your chin to look at him, with his brow cocking
“Ugh fine. But don’t go starting something okay?” You said trying to plead with him
“it was topper” you say lowly
Just by hearing the first syllable he immediately started fuming
“Topper!? Really ? Oh my god that man has balls” he said removing you from him
“Jj please dont-” you winced
“he knows we’re together why would he even try it?” He said getting defensive
“His whole friend group is quite literally obsessed with us, he would’ve, should’ve know we are together? This wouldn’t even be his first time hitting on you, and yet still getting rejected!” the blonde chuckled while putting his shoes on
“He’s been trying even before we got together, hasn’t he gotten a clue?” Jj now walking out the hammock
“Jj where are you going ?” You complained
“Look we’re pouges? He clearly knows that. He hates us for god sakes. He a kook, why would they go after pouge, let alone one they hate. Are they bored with what they have? ‘anything they want yet, crave what’s not theirs.” jj said clearly angry and jealous.
You saw him headed towards the woods.
“Jj please dont go” you said attempting to get out the hammock without rolling off.
“Topper, the kooks in general, they don’t matter to us. They shouldn’t” you raised your voice as the boy disappeared in the trees.
Y/n finally gets out, she puts her shoes on trying to follow the boy she lost vision of.
As she followed the trail she ended up in deep in the middle of the woods but no sign of Jj.
She kept walking hoping to find him somewhere, it wasn’t hard to hide but how far can he go? She continued walking getting closer to the edge of the island near the bay.
After 10 minutes of walking though twigs and hopefully not poison ivy, she found him.
He was sitting on a small abandoned old boat, covered in grime on the outside but perfectly clean on the inside with blankets. Now knowing he’s been here before.
“Hey Jay” you said walking up to him. He was laying on the floor of the boat with his vape on his chest.
He didn’t say anything, he just gave a nod and just stared at the sky. Clearly lost in thoughts, sadness lingering his eyes.
“Jj please. Whats wrong ? Talk to me.” you asked
You joined him in the boat, sitting beside him. You placed your hand on his head, stroking his blonde locks.
He didn’t budge, just laid there hopelessly. She gave him a couple of minutes to wind down before she asked anything.
“Jj we promised to tell eachother everything.” You pleaded with the boy grabbing his hands tangling your fingers putting them into your lap.
“I just find it funny that they want everything. Even when it’s not theirs.” He said with his jaw locking.
“They claim to hate us pouges. Treat us like scum, yet they are so obsessed with you. I don’t get it?” He said with a breathily laugh
“Make it make sense am I right?” He tried to mask he sadness with humor like always does.
“Jj they’re kooks, they’re hungry for anything they can put their hands on.” You said trying to ease him
“It doesn’t matter-”
“but it does ! It matters y/n?!” He raised his voice.
Jj sits ups
“They absolutely hate us, especially me and John B. I don’t know if them flirting with you is just to get me but if it is, it’s working.”
“Jj you know I would never, ever leave you. Not for money, not for looks, not for anything.” Now you grab his heading turning it to you.
“I love you Jj. I would never let anything or anyone come between us, and I know you wouldn’t too.”
He searched your eyes looking to see if you were just saying that to shut him up or telling the truth.
And you were.
but he just couldn’t bare the fact that other people had eyes on you. On His girl.
Jj loved you. He made sure to tell you every second he could.
He was greatful to have you in his life.
He felt like he was in denial or living in his dreams knowing that you wait for me just outside of his sleep.
Just trying to understand his fucked up life.
He didn't have much but he had you.
He was happy for a spilt second. He believed you. You loved him and he loved you. Everyone saw it.
John B and Sarah were sick of how in love you guys were, and they were engaged.
Thoughts now lingering in his head what he would ever do if he lost you.
Knowing you had the eyes of everyone including kooks on you.
You reassured him everytime something bother him.
He knows how easy it is for people to leave him.
But it ripped his soul out knowing you could leave him. That it was an option.
He knew topper, and hell even Rafe had eyes at one point had eyes on her. On his Y/n.
They were rich, smart, handsome, confident, even going to church every Sunday. The “safe”option.
They were everything he wasn’t.
“Can’t even blame him” jj said putting his head down, whipping his mouth with his tounge sticking his cheek.
“What? Jj what do you mean?” you ask him
“Look at you y/n…” he started
“You’re so smart, you’re like at the top of our class. So nice it’s literally giving me a sweet tooth just sitting here. You’re just so perfect.”
“You help take care of your brother when your mom either works days shifts so she’s home when you guys are. You literally volunteer anytime you can. You can get a paycheck but you don’t care about the money when you know how much it can help others. You are the most kind hearted person I know, you don’t take anyone’s shit. You stand up for yourself, I even saw you smack John b for making a joke about Sarah his own girlfriend .”
“Fiancé, She’s still a human, fucking or not it was disrespectful.”
“You aren’t like me. You’re loving and caring, you spend your time helping others. I just can’t understand how you can even consider me the person you love.”
“Jj i don’t believe any of the stuff-”
“Why me? Am I just a charity cost? A bet between you and topper who is just teasing me, or-“
“Jj enough! I’m not going to sit here and hear you talk so terribly about yourself !”
“You may not think you’re a good guy but I see it everyday! When my car breaks down you fix it, when I need help with my brother you come swooping in. When I’m sick you’re immediately at my door step with snacks and medicine. Hell you even made me the most delicious homemade soup and we all know you can’t cook for shit. You pick me up,offer me rides, watch movies I know you hate.” You give him a soft smile just adoring the boy
“And you love me. I hate to admit but I was jealous of all the hooks up before me” you say embarrassed
“But I know how hard it is for you to open up and just to let people in. I know how hard it is for you to trust anyone and yet you gave me the chance”
Jj now looks at you with guilt in his eyes
“We may not give each other silver jewelry, but you gave me your heart. That’s worth more than anything in the world.” You caress his face
“I love you Jj, I mean it. I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you forever” you joke
“I didn’t mean to make you upset, I just want to make sure you’re happy with, or without me. I love you i truly do. I just have a hard time accepting it.”
“It’s okay. I just don’t need you changing up on me. Just remember that you can always talk to me” you push his hair out his face.
“What if I were to change your last name” he smirks looking down at your lips
“See, there’s the Jj I know.” You were relieved that he was happy again
“I’m sorry for making you think we weren’t okay. I just can’t help that -”
“That you were talking nonsense? That you equally obsessed with me as them, what if you guys are in love with each other and I’m the joke?” You joke with him
“Please, he would be lucky to to get with me” Jj says grabbing your hands
“Guess im the luckiest of them all huh?” You look down at his lips
“Just like a beautiful boy with Steve Carrel” Jj joked making a reference from when you made him watch the film.
“My beautiful boy.” you say leaning in for a kiss
But before Jj could connect your lips he backs up.
“Wait you never answered me. What if I were to give you the title of Mrs.Maybank ” He smiled
“Doesn’t sound too bad” you said leaning back in
“Might have to do. I like it a lot.” you smile
“Good because you didn’t have a choice either way….”
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Ahh sorry for being not posting anything in months !!
Haven’t had any motivation or ideas but here’s a cute little Jj Maybank story :)
Winter in obx isnt as sunny as it is in the summer, though it was as salty.
There isn’t much to do out here on the banks during the slow winter days. There’s ice skating, bond fires, hot cocoa bars and sand man building contest. When we get snow it’s fun but being in the south it’s rare.
Also let’s not get forgot surfing in below freezing ocean temperatures, which the pouges seem to love. Jj doesn’t seem to believe in hyperthermia.
But as fall starts to approach and the sun basically setting at 7, you find yourself cozied up wearing jeans and a long sleeve sitting on a blanket on the beach,
With Rafe.
Rafe picked you up in his truck, it was a cool October Friday, you were finally able to bring out your fall clothes into your closet, including your favorite pair of jeans now that the weather was appropriate.
“So get this, Sarah lost the ring Topper gave her.” Rafe gossiped while turning down the radio.
“Oh god I wonder how mad Topper will get” you sigh as your eyes opened.
“Knowing it’s Sarah she must of taken it off for like a second and just didn’t care to put it back on afterwards.” you laugh.
“I mean come on it was a gift. A very romantic and sentimental gift, she could’ve at least put it in her jewelry box” he said while taking a quick glance at you while driving.
“Psh, She definitely doesn’t like of it that way” you add
“I mean no offense to Sarah, but he should’ve known better to give something like that to Sarah. He and practically everyone knows her feelings towards him aren’t the same as his.”
“My sister is a spoiled little nut” Rafe agrees.
“Sometimes I feel bad, for Topper of course. He’s a nice guy” said Rafe.
“Well all I know is I never take my eyes off of my, let alone take it off my finger.” You said playing with yours.
“It a beautiful isn’t it. Picked it out with my father.” Rafe said proudly.
“Yeah I love it” you say giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.
“You owe me a real one when we get there.” He playfully ordered.
Soon enough you guys reach the beach. As he parks you unbuckle and hop out. You grab the blankets while Rafe got basket and wood
Walking down the sandy beach hand in hand.
You set the grey quilt down before taking your shoes off. You sat down with the basket taking every delicious snack out while Rafe built a small fire.
“Alright so we got cookies, chips, a small pizza, hot cocoa.” You say taking stuff out.
“And there we go. Mother natures heater” Rafe said lighting the fire and rubbing his hands together putting them to the flames.
“Rafe it’s like 65° you look like a homeless man” you giggle at him.
“Boy Scout skills mama” he sent you a wink.
He sat down beside about to dig into the pizza he was practically eyeing the whole way here.
A few minutes pass and the pizza is long gone.
“So jjs teaching pope how to skate tonight. Kinda sad I have to miss it but kie is recording everything” you talk about your pouge friends
“I bet that would be interesting” Rafe says with a small smile
You’re a pouge yourself and it took a while for your friends to accept you were in complete love with Rafe but they support you being happy.
And Same with Rafe, he knows they were here before him but even though he’s dating you he doesn’t have to be the best of buds with them.
“So how’s things with your dad and the business”
“Right now he’s teaching me the like basics of how he runs things like who he gets the materials from and how to order the right amount and like his other business partners” he said grabbing cups out.
“So when do you think you’ll officially be hired. I know you’re aiming for like head of something” you say as you watch him grab the thermos.
“I finished my business and management course so hopefully I’m not too far from it” he said pouring two cups.
“I just want him to take me serious and see me as a suitable business associate rather than his son who’s leeching off the family business.”
“A nepo baby” you said blankly
“Yes, I don’t want his other business partners to think I’m there out of nepotism. I want to show that I can be conscientious and liable, an entrepreneur if you will”
“Yeah I get it, you want to prove you’re meant to be there not just tagging alone for bring your son to work day” you say taking a sip of the hot coco
“I don’t think I will ever be a hot coco person.” You say giving a somewhat sour face.
“What do you mean, I even put in a pinch of salt!” Rafe complained.
“Yeah I think that just made it worse” you say taking small sips.
“Well if you don’t like it why are you even drinking it?” He said grabbing the cup away from you.
“Because you like it!” You say grabbing the cup back out his hands.
“Yeah but if you don’t I’m not gonna force you” he said taking the cup again.
“How can you not like hot chocolate, actual weirdo” he commented pouring your cup into his.
“It’s just warm chocolate milk” you argue
“Yeah and it’s good? Don’t tell me you don’t like chocolate milk” he played.
You stayed silent.
“DO YOU NOT LIKE CHOCOLATE MILK?” Rafe said almost sounding betrayed.
“No I don’t like it! Okay? milk already has a questionable taste, adding chocolate doesn’t help.” You say as Rafe looks at your in disbelief.
“Don’t get me wrong chocolates good and everything but chocolate milk and hot cocoa is where I draw the line.”
“Okay you’re actually freak.” He said nudging your side.
“Im more of a coffee kind of person!” You say.
“Oh so it’s 10pm and you want something warm so you’re gonna have a warm cup of joe and be bouncing off the walks from the caffeine.”
“Yeah that makes sense” he said playfully rolling his eyes.
“You’re the one who packed pizza and hot cocoa. What kind of combination is that”.
“Well I thought everyone loved hot cocoa okay.” Rafe said refilling his cup.
“Besides it’s ending up being fine, I got your favorite food and I got my favorite drink. We’re the weird combo too” he said with his dopey smile.
“Oh cause me and my friends are all pouges?haha funny, next time I’ll let jj steal your clothes next time you go surfing” you wrapping yourself in a blanket.
“Oh you sound like me! But no, everyone likes us but didn’t expect us to be together, and it works perfectly.” He said wrapping an arm around you.
And you’re weird for not like hot cocoa freak.” He mutter under his breath.
“Oh shut it” you playfully smack him as he giggles.
You both turn to face eachother ready to lean in, but before you can close the gap Rafe pulls away.
“Ooohh… sorry…hot cocoa breath..”he winces.
“Don’t need you spiting me out..” he teases.
“Shut up and kiss me” you say grabbing his face and connect your lips.
Now breaking having to break the kiss because Rafe didn’t wanna pull away.
“Mhm you do taste like hot cocoa…”you hummed pulling away.
“Oh shut it. You owe me one” he said yanking you back.
And there you guys say for the rest of the night.
With a quick make out sesh that you had to stop Rafe from ripping off his clothes and having sex at the beach for the 8th time.
jj maybank x fem!kook!reader | partly inspired by this incredible scene
content warnings: sexual content; physical violence
word count: 18k.
Blurb: after a hurricane, a Labrador shows up at JJ's house. After some posters go up around the country, JJ begrudgingly returns the dog to you on Figure Eight. Little did he know that his life was about to change forever.
This is actually insane.
JJ has no idea how everything went to shit faster than a penny falling from the top of the Empire State Building. It seems to be the crux of his life.
One minute Rafe is beating the shit out of JJ’s face, Kelce holding him tight in a headlock, with Pope being strangled to his right by Topper, and the next everyone is still like rock.
There you stand, holding up a gun, safety unlatched, with the aim set directly at the centre of Rafe’s forehead. He’s already called your bluff once. It’s a classic Mexican stand-off. Nobody knows what you’re going to do next, not even JJ. Hell, he’s not even sure if you know what you’ll do next.
And it’s crazy to think that all of this started because of a dog.
Two Months Earlier
It always sucks when JJ admits to himself that Kiara was right. She was right about most things, in fairness, but just this once – just for a change – he had hoped that she wasn’t.
The blonde-haired boy stands in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at a poster taped to a streetlamp. His teeth gnaw on his lower lip in thought as he tugs the poster free, as if gaining a closer look might change what he sees.
MISSING DOG
IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO 12 SILVER CANOE WAY, FIGURE EIGHT
REWARD AVAILABLE
The picture is an uncanny reflection of the dog currently sat by JJ’s feet. He’s panting in the sun, blissfully unaware of the curveball tossed at his temporary owner. As JJ looks from the black-and-white poster to the middle-aged dog, he has to begrudgingly admit to himself that Kiara was right. This dog wasn’t a stray. Instead, he was the pet of some bratty, spoilt Kook.
“Whose dog is that?” Kiara asks.
JJ follows her gaze to the labrador cosied up on the porch, soaking up the sun like it was his God-given right.
“Mine,” he says.
“Yours?”
“Yeah, he just showed up after the hurricane."
It was true. The morning after the hurricane, JJ ventured out of his house to assess the damage only to hear a rustling and whimper from under the porch. Getting down on his hands and knees, expecting to find some beaten racoon, JJ came face to face with a petrified, middle-aged labrador. No collar. His cream coat was covered in dirt and dust and a small cut near his eye told JJ he’d found his way to his house during the hurricane, likely seeking shelter. After he coaxed him out with some fresh fish, the dog seemed to take a liking to the seventeen-year-old. JJ took it as the dog distribution system shining the light on him but Kiara didn’t seem so sure.
“And you’re just gonna claim him?”
“He’s a stray,” JJ tells her.
She looks to the dog again, then back to JJ. Her face essentially says, ‘seriously, dude?’
“He is!”
“A dog that well-groomed and that well fed is not a stray, and you know it.”
JJ’s stomach twists. He’d thought the same thing once he’d given the dog a wipe down. A full stomach, trimmed fur, trained to do more than just sit…Strays don’t come like that in Kildare County. But JJ liked the company the dog brought. He’d always wanted one, ever since he was a kid, but his dad would never allow it. Waste of money and food, he’d say. But so far, JJ had managed to keep the dog’s existence on the downlow. He wasn’t very loud or yappy. In fact, he was as calm as sea turtle. JJ liked the bond that had so quickly grown between them. So, swallowing the faint feeling of guilt of keeping someone’s dog, he tells Kiara:
“Well, until someone puts a poster up, I’m sticking to my gut. He’s a stray and he belongs with me.”
It’s like the universe was calling his bluff or something.
JJ crumples the poster in his fist, litters it on the street, and gently tugs on the leash.
“Come on, boy,” he mutters.
The dog gets to its feet and follows JJ down the street, back to the Chateau. He seems rather drained from the brief walk around the cut. Curls up by the front door in a patch of shade, yawning before nestling his head between his large paws for a nap. JJ watches him from the kitchen as he sips on a cold cider. His mind is in battle between right and wrong (as it usually is) as he contemplates the poster.
Kiara nearly falls over the dog as she walks into the Chateau. Then, she shoots a deadly glare to JJ.
“You didn’t go to the vet, did you?”
“Who actually microchips their pets, anyway?”
“Most people, JJ. It’s a clever way to make sure you get your dog back if, let’s say, it runs off in a hurricane without a collar,” Kie returns.
JJ rolls his eyes and takes another swig of his drink. “I’ll take him tomorrow.”
“Actually, there’s no need,” Kiara says. She walks across the room to him and pulls something from her back pocket. As she unfolds the rectangle of paper, JJ comes face to face with the very poster that had been occupying his mind for the past half hour. She holds it out to him.
“See? This is someone’s dog.”
“That could be any dog,” JJ lies.
Kiara quirks a brow. JJ breaks easily, sighing.
“Look, can we just consider the possibility that this dog would be happier with me?” JJ argues. He ditches his cider and makes his way over to the animal. “I mean, he likes me, Kie. And he listens to me. And I like having him around.”
Lowering to his knees, he pets the dog awake from his slumber. He makes an adorable grumbling-whine as he rouses from his sleep. Looking over to Kiara, JJ must resemble an eight-year-old begging their parents for candy at the grocery store.
“I’ll take good care of him,” he promises.
Kiara sighs. Her icy exterior softens, features overcome with sympathy. She joins him and the dog on the floor, scratching at the pet’s back.
“I know you will, JJ,” she says. “But this is someone’s pet. And they clearly want him back. It’s the right thing to do.”
“Since when do I ever do the right thing?” JJ mumbles. He looks down to meet the chocolate brown eyes of his new best friend.
“Since today, hopefully.”
JJ holds the dog’s gaze. There’s such tenderness in his eyes, as the dog stares up at him. Makes JJ feel as though he is the most important thing on this earth. Dogs don’t care about money or mind: you treat them right and give them a good stick, and they’ll be happy forever. Unconditional love like that is rare to find in humans. It seems to JJ like it’s almost impossible, really. But then he thinks of the dog looking at a little girl or boy like that, and how (as spoilt as they may be) the child feels nothing but love for the dog in return. It seems cruel to take that away. He knows deep down what the right thing is. The moral thing.
“Tomorrow,” JJ quietly says. Looking up, meeting Kiara’s eyes, he nods reluctantly. “I’ll take him to the house tomorrow.”
She smiles smally, nodding to herself. Getting to her feet, she leaves JJ alone with the dog to enjoy the last few hours of time together. He ends up falling asleep on the pull-out couch with the dog, face buried in the scruff of his neck, as he unconsciously counts down the hours left until he gives him back.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
JJ stretches out the walk to the house for as long as possible. He lets the dog sniff at every scent and even tries to coax a million pee breaks out of him. He lingers by the sea, stroking the dog’s fur, and shares a hot dog as they pass a gas station. Eventually, they arrive at Figure Eight. The hurricane left the cell towers down on The Cut, so he didn’t bother with his phone. That leaves him to follow street signs until he’s making his way up Silver Canoe Way.
The houses are insane. Marvels of architecture and money. Bright green hedges trimmed into the most obscure shapes; useless statutes standing pretty in front gardens, protected by walls and security cameras. Fountains on almost every property, and a pool probably found in every back garden. Lucky sons of bitches.
House 12 is gorgeous: cream stone bricks and oak-style wood accents. There isn’t a gate, which is curious considering all the others down the road have one. JJ feels as though he’s trespassing as he makes his way up the driveway. There's not a single weed sprouting between paving slabs. There’re two cars in the driveway, each probably cost more than his life insurance pay-out. He imagines birds that dare shit on them get taxed: it’s the only way to explain their cleanliness. God, living like this and he can half understand why Kooks are as obnoxious as they are. What appear to be marble steps lead to a huge front door. The dog seems to know where he is, tugging excitedly on the leash as he guides JJ up the stairs.
JJ stands for a long moment. He looks down at the dog, takes in its wagging tail, and sighs. As he lifts his fist to rap against the door, it swings open. JJ is just as stunned as you. He doesn’t have time to apologise for startling you, because your eyes drop from JJ to the barking dog. You sink to the floor, mouth falling open, and willingly let your dog tackle you in a hug. His leash slips from JJ’s hold. You scruff the dog’s neck, press kisses all over his face, and giggle tearfully as your dog greets you after almost a week apart.
“Oh my God! Ranger! Oh my God!” you happily cry over and over again.
JJ immediately feels evil for even contemplating keeping your dog, Ranger, to himself.
The moment Ranger seems to gain some composure, you remember JJ’s existence. Looking up, you quickly wipe away your tears from under your eyes and clamber back to your feet.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I’m so rude!” you laugh, sticking out a hand. He shakes it as you introduce yourself.
“JJ,” he replies.
There’s a moment of recognition that passes over your face but it’s gone as soon as it comes, like the flash of green at sunset on the horizon.
“Thank you so much,” you say. One of your hands reaches down to ruffle at Ranger’s neck. JJ takes in how happy he is, staring up at you, grinning and panting, tongue out with exertion. “Where did you find him?”
“He kinda found me,” JJ replies, scratching the back of his neck. “Showed up under my house just after the hurricane. Guessing he got spooked or something.”
“That’s what we think happened,” you say. “I woke up to find the backdoor open. He must have jumped and bolted; he frightens easy, you see. I felt awful when I realised he was gone.”
As JJ listens to you speak, he’s partly distracted. It’s hard to follow along to what you say when you’re standing gorgeous like the first day of June.
“Well, like I said, it’s no trouble,” JJ repeats.
You smile brighter than a brand-new penny, teeth pearly white and perfect aligned. JJ doubts you ever needed braces. Probably born with a set of veneers. It’s with that bitter thought that he reminds himself what he’s dealing with here. A kook who lives in nothing short of a mansion, who can’t even keep her dog inside during a hurricane.
“The, uh, poster said something about a reward…” JJ awkwardly mentions.
Your face dawns with realisation and he momentarily feels guilty, but then you’re nodding fervently. “Of course! God, I can’t believe I forgot!”
“I mean, I would have brought him back anyway,” JJ bold face lies.
“No, don’t be silly, it’s the least I owe.” You pull your door open. “Come in, please,” you say, heading into your home.
JJ falters in the doorway. It feels as though even stepping into your home might put him short of a few hundred bucks, just from breathing the air. He follows the route you took into the house, closing the door behind him. The minute he’s out of the entryway and in the main corridor, his eyes widen like he’s witnessing a supernova.
“Holy super kook,” he mutters, gaping at the interior.
Marble everything. Expensive obnoxious artwork that must only be interpretable once you reach a certain tax bracket. Framed photos of yourself and your family on the wall at various vacation spots: France, Italy, Mexico, China. There are others, too, of dance recitals. A shelf of trophies and awards. Ornaments and figurines standing on podiums like he’s in a museum. JJ’s terrified to walk, as if one step might send everything falling off the walls.
He finds himself blindly following you into the kitchen. It’s crystal clean and white. Granite counter tops beautifully cluttered with every appliance you can imagine. You head to the fridge.
“You want a drink?”
“Uh, sure. Water’s fine, thanks,” JJ replies.
You nod and grab a glass that probably costs JJ’s entire monthly wage. Then you go to your fridge (it has a touchscreen for Christ’s sake) and dispense ice cold water. Holding it out to him, you smile, sweet like buttercream.
JJ sips and watches as you reach for a bag that lies on the kitchen counter, retrieving a wallet. Holding out two fifties, you wait for him to take them. His eyes stare at the unwrinkled notes. JJ’s momentary pause makes you frown.
“Sorry, that’s a bit stingy of me, isn’t it?” you say. You dip into the bottomless wallet and retrieve another fifty. “Is that enough?”
“Uh, I couldn’t…” He clears his throat and finally snaps out of his stupor. Taking the money, he passes two fifties back, saying, “I can’t take all of this.”
You shake your head and push the money back towards him.
“I insist. You brought my dog back! I should be giving you more,” you say.
JJ holds back his laugh.
More? It’s a fucking dog! You’re about to give him $150 for a Goddamn seven-year-old labrador? God, Kooks really do just think different.
He looks up from the money and takes you in, properly this time. JJ recognises you. Not from keggers or house parties – he’s seen you at neither of those things – but from church. He used to be subjected to Sunday school in a desperate bid to ‘send him on the right life path’, and he could remember seeing you there. You’d attend the service, sat safe in your father’s shadow. Even though JJ stopped going, he’d still see people heading in the direction of the county church if he were in the area. You were a regular. Dressed in the prettiest dresses, hair perfect and proper, jewellery to the nines, always sandwiched between your mother and father. You didn’t indulge in the debauchery that most teenagers on the island did. JJ would know if he’d spotted you at one of the many hangs; you had the kind of beauty that demanded to be seen, like a rare bird on the marsh. No, girls like you didn’t partake in those things. You spent time with your parents and a small circle of Church friends, probably just as sheltered and saintly as yourself, and was in bed before sunset and awake before sunrise.
And yet, you never rubbed JJ the wrong way like all the other Kooks did. He didn’t know you from Adam – in fact, the first time he’d ever shared a word with you was today – but something about you…You seemed different. Genuine. Rich, no doubt, but not exactly snobbish.
An idea suddenly comes to JJ. It’s stupid, and rather out of character given his prejudices, but for some reason, it’s miles more appealing than $150. A part of him wonders where his sudden charity is coming from. Maybe it’s something about your personality and his underlying infatuation he’s had with you since Sunday school. Maybe it’s your dog and how doting he appears to be of you. Hell, maybe it’s because you’re pretty. JJ’s always been a sucker for pretty girls – Kook or not – and he’s always wanted the things that he can’t have.
All these thoughts race through his head at a hundred miles an hour, and there’s only half a minute that passes before JJ speaks.
“How ‘bout this?” he says. “I take a fifty, and you let me take you out.”
You blink once, then twice. “Take me out? Like…on a date?”
“Yeah,” JJ nods. The fact that your whole face didn’t immediately shrivel up like a prune at the suggestion gives JJ hope that he might have a chance. “What’d you say?”
There’s a moment where your eyes dip down to Ranger. He’s sat at your feet, watching the two of you interact with his tongue hanging out, mouth in a seeming smile. The second your eyes lock with your dog's, you look back to JJ with new-found confidence.
“Depends,” you say, correcting your posture, chin held high. “What did you have in mind?”
JJ’s never had to pitch a date to a girl before in his life. Usually he asks and they’re there: hook, line and sinker. His brain thinks hard and fast.
“I can pick you up. Go for a drive, grab a bite maybe. Get to know one another,” he says.
You quirk a brow. “Is that all?”
Of course, you have standards. Hell, the guys that court you probably dine you at The Ritz and gift you a Rolex. JJ isn’t deterred though. Instead, he’s rather amused.
With a boyish grin, he says, “princess, I promise one date with me and I’ll change your life forever.”
Your eyebrows raise. “Bold statement to make, Maybank.”
JJ takes note of how you know his last name and thinks back to when he introduced himself; that strange flash of recognition on your face. You know who he is and yet, you’re entertaining the idea of letting him take you out. Curiouser and curiouser.
JJ doesn’t beg or barter. Instead, he just stares you down, waiting for your response as you visibly contemplate his offer. There’s a hint of a smile on your face, the type that might come when you’re trying to suss someone out. It’s barely there but JJ’s sure he can see it. He knows that look all too well.
“When would this be?”
JJ’s painfully aware of how desperate he may sound as he says, “Tomorrow night?”
“I have ballet practice tomorrow.”
“Thursday then.”
“Piano recital.”
“Jesus, woman,” he can’t help but mutter. It makes you smile.
“I’m free Friday,” you offer.
And, holy shit, no way you’re actually agreeing to this. JJ hopes the shock doesn't show on his face.
“Friday works. The, uh, cell towers are down on The Cut so how ‘bout I just pick you up? Seven thirty sound good?”
“Sure.”
You speak in a manner that tries to give the impression that this whole conversation is rather mundane to you. That you have Pogues asking you out every other hour, almost like a nine-to-five job.
“But pick me up on the street outside, not in the driveway.”
JJ doesn’t question it. He’s not going to argue to your terms when he’s somehow landed a date with the hottest, goody-two-shoes kook in Kildare.
“Alright. On the street, Friday at seven thirty. Wear something pretty, yeah?”
Your brows quirk. “Any other demands?”
“Yeah. Give me a fair chance?” JJ wonders, half-joking.
Your eyes flit from JJ’s face, down his body, right to his toes, and back again. Smiling, sweet like cotton candy, you reply, “I think I can do that.”
His body goes ice cold. JJ nods, cementing the dates and times in his memory like he’s remembering nuclear launch codes.
“Then, I guess I’ll see you soon, princess."
“I guess so,” you say, returning the leftover fifties to your wallet. JJ pockets his fifty, gives one last pet to Ranger in farewell, and shows himself to the front door. As it shuts behind him, JJ leans against it. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back. Then, he laughs. He laughs and laughs, mouth upturned in an astounded smile, and shakes his head.
“No fucking way,” he mumbles to himself.
John B is not going to believe this. None of the Pogues are.
Rubbing at his face in disbelief, JJ repeats, “no fucking way” one last time before walking down the driveway. He spares one last glance at the house. Friday. Seven-thirty.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
JJ has never been one to care all that much about his appearance. Half of his clothes have a hole in them somewhere, whether it be on the collar or in a pocket, and his hair is constantly tousled with salt-water from the sea. He isn’t unclean though. He showers and shaves and washes his clothes (though perhaps not as much as he should). He doesn’t think he’s bad looking, either. Lived experience shows that to be true, as he’s never struggled to land a date or hook-up. But there’s something about you, something about this particular meeting, that has him turfing through his chest of drawers.
He’s pretty sure he’s settled on an outfit. It’s ironic that it looks almost thrown together when JJ’s spent fifteen minutes obsessing over it. He washed his hair with shampoo and conditioner (that he stole from Kiara) and even used some hair wax to try and style it. Again, it probably looks the same as usual, but he feels better for it.
All the faffing leaves him running late. It’s closer to 7:45 than 7:30 by the time JJ pulls up your road on his bike. He’s aware of how loud the engine is in this area, rumbling as he slows to a stop. You’re stood in the sidewalk, arms crossed anxiously over your chest, glancing up and down the street. As JJ approaches, your eyes fall on him and a nervous smile sparks to life. JJ bullshits himself by labelling his hammering heart as adrenaline from riding a dirt bike on Figure Eight. You push some of your hair behind your ear as you walk up to meet him halfway. You’re practically glowing under the sunset sky, skin shiny with body butter like you’ve been bathed in glitter. He shuts off the engine and sits back in the seat.
“You’re late."
JJ cringes playfully. “My bad?”
“Mhm.”
You step over to him and linger by his bike. He quirks a brow. “You hopping on?”
As your eyes survey the vehicle, JJ starts to grin, smug. “You ever been on a bike before?”
“Course,” you say, almost too quickly. “Just…Not one like this.”
JJ offers out a hand and you hesitate for a second before taking it. Grasping your hand in his, you climb onto the back of his bike. Your summer dress rides up as you do and you nervously tug it down. Then, your arms gently loop around his waist. Laughing, JJ shakes his head. He tightens your grip on him.
“Gotta hold on tight or you’ll fly off,” JJ remarks.
“Promise not to do anything stupid?” you say, voice thick with nerves.
JJ starts up the engine. “Princess, I can’t promise anything like that,” he grins. Looking over his shoulder, meeting your terrified eyes, he softens his smile. “But I promise you’re safe.”
Your own smile battles through the queasy nervousness. JJ revs the engine and turns his head back to the road, and then he sets off. Your arms immediately latch tighter like a vice. It makes him laugh, and you mutter a meek ‘shut up’ in reply. Having you close like this; he can smell your perfume. It’s expensive, encapsulating you like you’ve been doused in it. Several bangle style bracelets lining your wrists press into his skin through his t-shirt, only slightly uncomfortable, and when he turns a corner, they shift and jangle melodically together.
Zipping down the roads of Figure Eight, JJ drags out the journey the same way he did walking Ranger back to your house. Gradually, mansions turn to shacks and quaint homes, and well-kept children’s parks into overgrown yards surrounded with chain-link fence.
He pulls down a dirt track, heading nearer to the marshland, and eventually comes to a stop. You catch your breath as he turns off the engine.
“Feeling alright?” he checks, glancing over his shoulder at you.
“Yeah, I’m alright,” you reply.
You look a little windswept. Instinctively, JJ reaches out a hand to brush some hair from your face. Embarrassed, you help, calming down your hair and fixing your appearance. Then you use JJ’s shoulders as an anchor, climbing off his bike.
“So…You brought me out to middle of nowhere…” you say, looking around.
JJ kicks on the stand and pulls the keys form the ignition. “Scared?”
“Should I be?”
JJ chuckles, shaking his head. “Come on. I got something planned.”
He takes your hand, smiling to himself as you intertwine your fingers with his, and guides the two of you through the shrubs towards the water side. The P.M.S. Pogue sits moored in the marsh. A loan, if he helps John B clean out the chicken hut next week.
“Now, I know this probably ain’t like all the fancy yachts you and your folks have,” JJ starts, walking up to the boat side. “But I promise it runs like a dream.”
As he looks back to you, JJ’s eyes shamelessly sweep along your figure. The dress you’re wearing is pastel green adorned with dainty flowers of white and ivy. It ends just past the point of tortuous on your legs. You’re pretty as a vine and sweet like a grape, decorated with expensive jewellery. Pearl earrings and a Tiffany necklace. On your wrist, though, JJ finds a series of handmade friendship bracelets amongst your bangles. They’re made with shells and beads and tiny pendants of silver. Several rings sit pretty on your fingers.
Looking back to the boat, JJ pulls the ladder free with a grunt. It creaks from want of use: himself and the Pogues usually just climb inside or jump on from the jetty. “Ladies first,” he says, offering out a hand.
You look between his hand and the ladder, and then something deterministic overcomes your face as you place your hands on lip of the boat. With a huff, you use whatever upper body strength you have to climb up. JJ stands, taken aback, and his eyes falls to your bare legs. Your toes are pointed, calve muscles tense and strong, and he can almost picture you in pointe ballet slippers. Amused, JJ lets you clamber up into the boat. Sighing, you correct your dress and jewellery before looking down at him.
“Well? You coming?”
JJ gives a small laugh before nodding. “Yes, ma’am.”
He climbs with significantly less difficulty than yourself, proudly flexing his muscles as he does, shameless in his peacocking. When he gets to his feet, he finds you staring. “Like what you see?”
Your face flushes. You try and play it off though. “Just checking if you needed a hand.”
JJ grins, playing along, and you roll your eyes and walk to the wheel of the boat. He follows, pulling the keys from his short pockets, and turns on the engine which sputters to life. You hold onto the side of the steering hold as JJ guides the two of you into the marsh.
“You wanna steer?” he asks once you’re in wider waters.
You wordlessly step up and take the wheel. It’s easy, guiding the boat along. JJ hovers behind you, testing the waters by placing a hand on your waist. You don’t shrug him off. Soon enough, JJ’s placing a hand back on the wheel and guiding you to a certain spot.
“I found this place a while ago,” he says over your shoulder as he steers. He can feel your gaze on him. It’s terrifying, having you so close to him. God, he hopes it doesn’t show. “Best stargazing spot in the whole county.”
He slows the engine to a shuddering stop and steps away to toss the anchor down. It’s silent out in the water, asides from sea birds and marsh-side insects. Fish that break to the surface for a split-second disturb the water every now and then. Crickets and distant hooting owls. It’s dark now, too. Everything painted in a dusky blue. JJ grabs the old blanket that he stole from the twinkie and lies it down on the nose of the boat.
“Here,” he calls.
You make your way over, accepting his hand as you step up. The two of you settle to lay side by side. JJ tucks his arms behind his head as a makeshift pillow. You stare at the sky, eyes falling open at the endless expanse.
“Woah.”
“Pretty sick, right?”
“Yeah,” you say, laughing quietly. “It’s awesome.”
JJ grins. Nailed it.
For a while, the two of you just stargaze. He can hear your breathing, steady and calm, and once more your perfume invades his senses. A bottle of the stuff probably cost more than his bike. That thought prompts him to break the silence. Sitting up, he looks down at you.
“Alright, I gotta ask,” he says.
You sit up on your elbows, curiosity piqued. It takes everything in JJ to keep his eyes trained on your face and not your chest.
“Why’d you agree to go out with me?”
You smile, somewhat amused. It’s like you’ve been waiting for him to ask. “Well, that’s an easy question.”
“Oh, is it now?”
“Mhm,” you grin, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Christ, you’re angelic. “Ranger.”
“Your dog?”
“Yep.”
“What? You kooks manage to translate what they bark about or something? He give you some words of wisdom?”
You laugh, shaking your head. Sitting up fully, your bracelets chime together. “He liked you.”
“Yeah?” JJ says, brows tugging together in confusion.
“Ranger doesn’t trust easy. He’s a rescue and he practically chose me. The shelter people said he hadn’t let anyone near him since arriving, but with me, he came running over, like he knew me or something. He likes men even less. He won’t let my daddy within five yards of him without barking and cowering. He wouldn’t hurt you, but he gets scared and jumpy. But he seemed to like you. Seemed to trust you.”
“So, that made you agree to go out with me?” JJ checks.
Shrugging, you simply reply, “dogs are the best judge of character, after all.”
Humming in thought, JJ looks out to the marsh as he considers what you’ve said. It’s a little hilarious that a runaway dog is the reason that he’s got you here, alone, on the P.M.S. Pogue.
“My turn,” you say, seemingly initiating a game of twenty-one questions. JJ looks back to you. “Why’d you ask me out?”
Whilst your smile turns to mush, you roll your eyes and act as if you’re unaffected by his words. “Seriously, though. I didn’t think I was your type.”
“Smoking hot girls? Nah, you’re pretty much my type to a T,” JJ goes on, charming smile in full view.
“What about Kiara?”
JJ gives a bemused smile. “What about Kie?”
“I know she hangs out with you guys. We’re pretty different people, me and her.”
It’s obvious that you’re far from low maintenance. You're proud of being a kook. You don’t shy away from it: happy to show off your money and beauty. JJ doesn’t get the sense that you’re haughty but it seems rather clear that you live your life to a certain standard.
JJ shrugs. “Guess that’s why I’m not dating her.”
“I know your reputation, you know. About all the girls you hook-up with and stuff.”
“Oh. You jealous or something?”
“No,” you say. Voice turning softer, you continue. “But I feel like I should to tell you that I’m not the kind of girl who has a lot of hook-ups. Or the kind who puts out on the first date.” When JJ doesn’t say anything, you feel the need to add, “just, before you get your hopes up.”
Pursing his lips, JJ nods slowly. He had a feeling that was going to be the case. You weren’t exactly known in the community for being particularly flirtatious. Hell, he wasn’t sure he’d ever known any guy to date you. From the way you spoke, careful with your words, and the way you acted, you were almost made of solid gold: pure through and through. So, having you take sex off the table for the foreseeable future didn’t exactly blind-side JJ. That to say, if you had offered it up, he would have jumped at the opportunity. God, he’s half sure he’d die if he ever saw you naked.
He could be a gentleman, though. He could. Something about you had JJ entranced outside of just the physical. So, if a hook-up wasn’t in the cards, maybe getting to know you might be all the better.
He’ll just have to learn to keep his eyes and his dick to himself.
Sighing, JJ lowers himself to lay down again. This time, he only tucks one arm behind his head. The other, he outstretches into your expanse of the blanket.
“Alright, princess. I think I can live with that,” he says.
Seemingly content with his reply, you lay back down, resting your head in the nook of his arm.
“It’s your turn,” you quietly say after a moment’s quiet.
“To do what?”
“Ask a question.”
JJ filters through the many in his mind, tucking the inappropriate ones away for a later date, and finally settles. “Alright. Was Ranger the only reason you agreed to go on a date with me?”
You let out a small tuneful hum of contemplation. “No. I wanted to see what you were like.”
“Oh?”
“I mean, I’ve seen you around the island and heard the stories. I suppose I wanted to know for myself,” you say. “Plus, I always do what I’m supposed to do. I guess I wanted to do the opposite, for a change.”
“Rebelling against your dear old daddy with the derelict from the Cut?” JJ jokingly asks.
“Hmm. Something like that,” you say, playing along. You turn your head to the side and meet JJ's eyes. “You’re just a pawn in my game, Maybank.”
JJ’s too sucker-punched from that to come up with something witty in reply. There’s a foreign thump in his chest and a selcouth feeling in the back of his throat as you look at him. JJ swallows it away, returning his attention to the star-lit sky.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
JJ revels in the miracle that he landed a second date with you as he fixes his hair in John B’s bathroom mirror. His best friend sits on the closed toilet lid, watching him.
“I can’t believe you’re seeing her again,” John B says for the millionth time.
JJ grins at his reflection. “I know.”
“I mean, what do you guys even talk about?” JB continues, face contorted in confusion.
JJ shrugs. “I don’t know. We just spent the other night talking about all sorts, really.”
“And you’re sure she isn’t being paid to go out with you?”
“Maybe the first time, but not this time, no,” JJ replies. He stops messing with his hair. Licks over his teeth, checking for trapped food, and dusts of his t-shirt. Looking to his friend, JJ asks, “how do I look?”
John B barely takes his appearance in before saying, “like she’s out of your league.”
“Come on, man,” JJ groans, shoving his best friend’s shoulder. He leaves the bathroom, John B hot on his tail. “You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Yeah. That I’m macking on a kook and you ain’t,” JJ tells him. Opening the fridge, he tosses a beer to John B before taking one for himself. “I know you’ve had a thing for Sarah Cameron since we were kids.”
“No,” John B quickly says, shaking his head. “No, no, I do not have ‘a thing’ for Sarah Cameron.”
“JB, you’re a terrible liar,” JJ sighs. He takes a sip of his drink. Liquid confidence. Eyes glancing up to the clock hung on the chateau’s kitchen wall, he reckons he has about five minutes before he should leave for your house.
“So, seriously: what is this? Why this new flavour of the month?” John B grills.
JJ shrugs. “I dunno man. She’s just…She’s cute. And hot. And rich, and easy to talk to, and kinda funny, and, oh did I mention, rich as fuck. I don’t see any downsides, really.”
“Mhm, well, I do,” John B gladly counters. “She’s a kook.”
“Yeah, but she’s not like a kook kook. Kinda like how Kiara’s a kook,” JJ argues.
John B looks bewildered. “She is nothing like Kiara.”
“Alright, not in personality or looks or actual money, but in general kook-ness.”
“All I’m saying is that if you think this thing has a long shelf-life, you’re way more crazy than I thought you were,” John B says.
JJ doesn’t reply. Downing the rest of his can, he tosses it at the trash can (dismally misses) and heads for the front door. As he goes, he taps John B on the shoulder in a brotherly fashion.
“Nice to know you’re rooting for me, man,” he jovially says in farewell.
Then, he’s heading down the porch steps, climbing onto his bike, and setting sights for your house for the fourth time in his life.
Your house stands like a castle in the streets. JJ practically sees the driveway as a crocodile infested moat. He waits on the street at the foot of the driveway for you, arriving in time to see you make your way down the drive. You’re dressed in Levi shorts and a Tommy Hilfiger shirt, designer sandals on your decorated feet with anklets and toe rings. JJ sits back on his seat, engine running, and finds himself grinning as you smile at him. When did that start to happen?
“Not late this time, huh?” you playfully say.
“Learnt my lesson.”
You don’t hesitate as you climb on the back of his bike. You wrap your arms around his stomach, fingers splaying out across his chest over his t-shirt. JJ revs the engine.
“Ready?”
“Hell yeah.”
Grinning, JJ sets off down the street.
Once again, you’d left the plans in JJ’s hands. It was a little surreal to him, how trusting you were of him. Might be a place of concern, even. But, hey, JJ will take the win.
It’s still light when you get to the cliffside. From here, the view is incredible. An orange-pink sky that looks like it might taste of tangerine and peach hangs above a rolling sea. The view stretches on for miles, with the mainland off along the horizon.
JJ admires you as you stand in breeze, looking out at the view. You turn to face him.
“Why does every place I let you take me get more and more concerning every time?”
“We’re going cliff jumping,” is JJ’s reply.
Your eyebrows nearly shoot off your head. “That’s called suicide, JJ.”
“Nah, not here,” he says, shaking his head. He grabs your hand and tries to coax you nearer to the edge so you can see the drop. “Water’s plenty deep and cliff’s plenty high. It’s fun.”
You catch on that he’s not joking. Laughing nervously, you shake your head and take several large steps back to safety. “No, no, no.”
“Come on! It’s fun!” JJ swears.
Your smile begins to fade and your head shakes faster. “No way. I don’t do…That. And I’ll ruin my hair. And what about my jewellery?”
“You can take off your jewellery,” JJ argues, walking towards you, “and your hair’ll look good either way.”
“Easy for you to say,” you snort, eyeing him up as your arms cross over your chest. “You’re a guy.”
“First of all: rude.”
JJ tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground. Your eyes instinctively glance down at his chest. JJ doesn’t bother hiding his smirk.
“Second of all: live a little, princess.”
You scoff. “I live plenty, thank you.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. Really. Have you ever been to Paris? Seen the Eiffel tower? Been in the catacombs? Or gone to Italy and tasted wine fresh from a vineyard?”
JJ raises a brow, sarcastic as he says, “yeah, every Tuesday. Now come on.”
He grabs for your wrist, tugging you towards him. You don’t push him away as he lifts his fingers to the clasp of your necklace, only momentarily struggling to get it loose. He gently places it on top of his t-shirt, and soon your many rings follow. You lean down and take off your toe rings and anklets, and then your earrings. The handmade bracelets stay, though. Standing upright, you take a shaky breath.
“Look, you don’t have to,” JJ quietly says. He can see the fear clear as day on your face. But you shake your head, newly determined by his offer of an out. Clearly you don’t like having your bluff called.
JJ’s eyes nearly fall out of his head as you pull your shirt off. He doesn’t even have time to recover before your wriggling out of your shorts, stepping out of them and carelessly tossing them onto the pile of clothes and accessories like you got them from a bargain bin at a thrift store. Stepping out of your sandals, standing proud in matching Calvin Klein underwear, you grab his hand and interlock your fingers, guiding the two of you to the cliffside. As you pull him into motion, JJ comes out of his filthy thoughts, mouth dry.
You come to a sudden stop a safe three feet away from the edge. JJ’s done this too many times to count but the adrenaline that floods the system before the first jump shocks him every time like a cold plunge. You gnaw on your lower lip in trepidation. JJ squeezes your fingers, mutters your name, and captures your attention.
“You trust me?”
Your beautiful eyes dance across his face. JJ almost sees you go calm, like a baby soothed by its favourite nursery rhyme. It seems that his question, as simple as it is, made something click in your mind.
“Yeah,” you breathe, as if realising it in the moment. “I do.”
With that, JJ gives one last squeeze to your hand and a fleeting smile, and then he starts running towards the cliffside. You run too, only a step behind, and the two of you hurl yourselves off the edge at the same time. Your scream echoes in the wind as air rushes past JJ’s ears. He whoops on his way down. The two of you pummel down towards the water, your hand never leaving his until you reach the surface. His eyes press shut and he prepares for impact as he crashes into the depths. The water is cold but not icy – it cools his skin comfortably. Everything goes quiet in the water, mellowed out and muted. JJ pushes to the surface and takes a breath of air, shoving wet hair off his face. As he looks around, treading water in the currents, he feels the adrenaline rise once more when he can’t find you.
JJ starts calling out your name, looking left and right and left again. Just as he’s about to dive under, you break. He gasps out in relief.
The minute your eyes open, they land on him. Then, the biggest smile he’s ever seen comes over your face. It etches itself on his brain with permanent marker. JJ could be senile and decrepit and still remember that look on your face.
“That was amazing!” you scream, throwing your hands up, spraying water everywhere. “Oh my God! We have to do that again!”
JJ laughs, soaking in your joy.
It’s weird seeing you, wet and without all your dressings. It’s like seeing a priceless painting outside of its frame: it makes it somehow even more beautiful. The setting sun warms your wet skin as you throw your head back, eyes shut, grinning like a mad man. JJ wants to seal this moment in resin and place it on his mantle as a keepsake.
You make JJ climb up that cliff and jump into the ocean about five times over, until the sun has almost fully set and you can’t risk the dark. As it slowly inches down and down towards the horizon, you and JJ sit side by side on the grass. Your hand is so close to his, fingers reaching out like growing ivy, teasing at making contact. The moment the jumping was done, you’d returned all your jewellery to your body. It sparkles with the damp. As his eyes drift down from your profile to your figure, he picks up on those handmade bracelets again.
“What’s with the friendship bracelets?” JJ asks.
You look down at them then up at JJ. “I make them.”
“Why?”
Laughing, you shrug. “I don’t know. Why does anyone do anything?”
“Do you sell them?”
“No,” you say, messing with one. “I just enjoy doing it. I make them for my friends.”
“That’s sweet,” JJ hums, looking back out to the view.
“What about your shark tooth necklace? Someone make that for you?” you ask.
JJ glances down at it. “My ma. She used to collect shark teeth that washed up on the beach.”
“Well, she’s pretty talented,” you smile. “Maybe she can make one for me, one day.”
The awkward quiet that comes passes like a summer breeze. Sighing contentedly, the two of you watch as the world gets darker and darker, and the sun gets lower and lower.
“So, how are you finding it?”
“Finding what?” you ask.
JJ gestures to himself, to everything around him. “This. Pogue-life. Rebelling against your dad. Not doing as you’re told.”
You laugh, shaking your head. JJ watches as you pull your knees up to your chest, sitting dainty as a robin balanced on a branch. Tucking some hair behind your ears, you look out to the horizon as if caught in a daydream. A solemn look threatens to cross your face as you say, “it’s making me realise just how much I’ve been missing out on.”
And that…JJ wasn’t expecting that. He was expecting one of your usual playful jabs, soaked in sarcasm. Not that. It makes you more human and less Kook. More real. More attainable, even, for JJ. It’s like with every minute he spends in your orbit, he gets closer and closer to you. But everyone knows the story of Icarus, and what happens when you fly too close to the sun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
By the fourth date, JJ’s practically foaming at the mouth, feral from restraint.
He still hadn’t kissed you. Hadn’t had the opportunity. You’d kept teasing him with it, temporarily placing it on the table before taking it away. He knew he had to go about this carefully. One wrong move and he could screw up all his hard work and send you off running.
What surprised JJ more than most was the fact that feeling your body under him was one of the lowest ranking motivators to spend time with you. Don’t get it twisted – it was still a pretty bloody strong motivator – but JJ wanted to know you and be known by you. You were interesting and captivating, and caring and kind. You were funny and had this sweet sense of humour that glimmered through from time to time, like a kaleidoscope hanging from a window-frame. With every minute in your company, his prejudice of Kooks was dismantled piece by piece. One run in with Rafe or Topper and it would probably be rekindled ten-fold, but for now, JJ learnt to see past it. You were a little out of touch but you didn’t act like you were better than him. Then again, he hadn’t taken you to his house or the Chateau yet. He kept the dates on common ground, where he never felt out of his depths or wallowing within them.
You hit like a crisp, ice-cold beer on the hottest day of summer. More intoxicating than any blunt he’s ever smoked, or any line he’s ever snorted. Light like a feather in how you move, soft like rain and driven like fresh laid snow. You had hijacked nearly all of JJ’s thoughts, in one way or another, and it fucking terrified him.
“So, I went for white and pastel blue. I think they’re cute. What do you think?”
You hold your fingers out for JJ to inspect your nails. JJ couldn’t care less about nails – half the time, his are dirtied with mud and oil – but you care an awful lot, so he can pretend. To be honest, he had only been half-listening to your story. His eyes had been fixated on your lips, daydreaming about how they’d feed against his own, how soft they might be as he nips at them with his teeth, how wet they might be if he were to slip his dick between them…
“JJ?”
He blinks out of his gutter-brain and takes in your nails.
“They’re pretty. I like the, uh, sheen on them,” he says.
You practically become alight with the comment. It feels like another brownie point that he can tally. Bringing them to your gaze, you nod fervently. “Right? I’ve never gotten metallic powder on them but I think I like it.”
With that, you sigh and lay back on your towel. The two of you are at the beach and have been since two in the afternoon. It’s now nearly seven in the evening. JJ thinks you’re at your prettiest in the golden hour. It’s like God himself is shining a spotlight on you, highlighting every perfection of your features. The way your designer jewellery twinkles in the rays, the sun-kissed sheen of your cheeks, the ethereal-like glow of your eyes…It’s taking everything not to look at your body, proudly displayed in a bikini. It’s blue. It seems you like blue an awful lot.
JJ distracts himself from your figure and his tightening swim shorts by petting Ranger. He’d tagged along for the day and is currently napping in the sun. You’d brought plenty of water and dog snacks to keep him going. JJ had supplied the seltzers and bag of chips for the two of you. He’d noted how you’d been making one can last for about two hours. He wondered if you’d been tipsy before, or drunk even.
When he looks back to you, eyes sweeping up your sand-scattered stomach, he finds you threading the seashells you’d been collecting throughout the day on string. You’d brought a little kit with you in your bag and had spent the last three hours making jewellery on and off whilst talking to JJ. You lay in a sea of designer accessories – Ray Ban sunglasses, Dior lip-gloss, Clinique sunscreen – as you craft.
“That’s coming together nice,” he comments.
You glance up to meet his eyes, smiling. “It’s for you.”
“Me?”
“Mhm. Need to check if it fits, actually,” you mumble, shifting onto your knees.
JJ willingly holds out a wrist for you as you coil it around. It looks hilariously dainty on his built form. Seashells and blue and white and silver beads. Then he notices the small letters you’d interwoven into the design. JJ. His heart makes that awful, jarring tug again. JJ can’t decide he likes this effect you have on him.
“Perfect,” you say.
You tie it off and fasten it around his wrist. He shakes his arm out a little to check its fit. You’re right: it’s perfect.
The moment your eyes glance up from his arm, meeting his, JJ forgets all his manners. He takes your face in one hand and presses his lips to yours. You let out a gasp as he does, hands coming up to press at his shoulders, pushing him off.
“What are you doing?” you gasp, fingers flying up to your lips.
His heart is loud in his ears, hammering like he’s thirteen and having his first kiss all over again. In the deafening beat of it, he dumbly replies, “kissing you?”
“Well, you can’t just kiss me,” you say, almost offended. “You have to ask first.”
“Alright…Can I kiss you?”
Your eyes are like raging storms as you stare at him. Anyone would have thought from your expression that he just asked to take you roughly in the streets. Trying to calm yourself with a drawn-out breath, you cock your head.
“Why should you?”
JJ frowns. “What?”
“Why should I let you kiss me?”
Now usually, JJ would be pissed. Annoyed and impatient, and would get up and leave and never look back. But for you, he can’t find it in him. No, it’s all offset by that same damn curiosity that got him here in the first place. You’re like an enigma. A blackhole. He wants desperately to know more, to understand, but is terrified of being sucked in completely. Terrified of what it might all mean.
So, JJ deliberates your question. “Cause you like me?”
“I do?” you ask, quirking your brows.
You must. You wouldn’t have stuck around for this long if you didn’t. Wouldn’t have handmade a bracelet. So, he nods, feeling his confidence grow like the swell of a wave.
“Yeah, you do. I think you like what I bring out of you.”
“Making a lot of assumptions here, Maybank,” you practically warn. But the anger is gone. Gives him hope that he’s on the right track. JJ tries and fails to bite back his smile.
“Maybe,” he says. “But it’s only cause I feel the same way.”
When you don’t speak, he takes it as a cue to continue. As he goes on, his heart shudders with the anxiety that vulnerability brings.
“I like the way I am around you. I like how you make me feel. I like talking to you, and I like hearing you talk. You just have this way of speaking that’s…It just makes everything feel like it’s good. Everything’ll be good.”
Something in what he’s said seems to take you aback. You blink a few times, lips parting as you sit, looking at him all the while. He hopes that if your thoughts are still set on the idea that he’s in this for nothing more than a lay, he’s just proved that wrong. He supposes with his reputation on the island amongst the youngsters, he can’t be all that surprised if that was what you had thought. But surely, after spending so many hours in your company, doing nothing asides from talking and innocently touching, you had seen past that. Didn’t you say that you wanted to get to know him, to see him for yourself?
“Do you mean that?” you quietly ask. It’s almost sad, the tone of your voice and the look on your face, like nobody’s ever said something like that to you before. JJ swallows the sick feeling that it brings.
He nods. “Yeah. I do.”
Slowly, a smile blossoms on your face like the first budding flower of spring. With a small, slight nod, you tell him, barely louder than a whisper, “you can kiss me now.”
JJ does so gladly. But he’s careful with it this time, makes it count. He sweeps one hand from your shoulder, up against your collarbones, until it cups your jaw gently. Tilting your head just-so, he leans forward and pauses just a breadth before your lips. And then, he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet and different to the usual blind-haze rush that JJ finds himself in when making out. The pacing to it makes it almost sensual. The feeling the kiss brings is alien to JJ; he can’t quite place a name to it.
One of your hands finds home on his jaw, exploring his skin, fingers looping into the hair on the back of his neck. When he coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, you sigh gently against his lips.
As the two of you kiss on the beach, that new-found sensation in JJ’s chest intensifies, and then it dawns upon him - this new feeling that your kiss brings. Different from lust and libido.
His eyes fly open. Stomach plummets through the sand.
JJ Maybank is falling in love with you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
As the summer stretched on, JJ realised he’d spent most of June in your company, growing closer and closer. It felt natural now to have your hand intertwined with his. JJ can hardly remember a time when wasn’t talking to you, or talking about you, or thinking of you, or organising his days around meeting you. He knew what it meant, what all of it meant, and this impending feeling of something grew with every word passed and every kiss shared. It almost felt like he was watching a sand-timer. Seeing each grain slip by, counting down until the inevitable end, just like most things in his life did.
He'd introduced you to the Pogues upon everyone’s insistence, including your own. John B was still in disbelief that JJ had managed to keep you around for as long as he had. Pope, on the other hand, was practically suspicious of it. It was as if he needed the cold, hard evidence for proof that JJ wasn’t spinning yarns. Kiara had of course jumped at the opportunity to gloat about the ‘good karma’ she’d bestowed upon JJ, by encouraging him to return Ranger to you. When she’d met you, she’d be apprehensive. Distrusting of your Kook status, having known you more than the others from attending Kook Academy with you. But JJ was sure she’d warm up, bit by bit. It helped that you wanted to try new things. You wanted to try the whole Pogue lifestyle. You let JJ take you surfing and begged to try his bike out. You let John B teach you to fish and wrestled Pope on nights spent around the campfire. You’d share seltzers with Kiara and sang along whenever she played the uke. And, oh, of course you could sing. You’d had lessons, you see, as you had with practically every other extra circular on earth. Piano, violin, ballet, tap…Shit, it was like you were collecting Pokémon or something.
In fact, it scared JJ how easy it was to pick up on the little details about you. It was like collecting stones on the beach: before you know it, your pockets are weighing you down, filled with tiny little pebbles. You were a fruity girl: cocktails and sangria and wine and seltzers – never beer. You weren’t a heavy drinker. Didn’t partake in shots apart from Cherry Bombs. You preferred sweet over salty; always took creamer and syrup in your coffee, in that order; rom coms from the nineties and noughties were your kryptonite, and you loathed fast and furious; skirts before shorts; Tiffany before Pandora; lip gloss over lip stick. God, the tingly sensation from plumping lip gloss was all too familiar to JJ now, from having it smear off your mouth to his.
After the kiss on the beach, mouths and hands had only continued to wander. It’s like JJ’s admission that this was more than just trying to score you for sex was the passcode to open you up. You weren’t prudish. In fact, when JJ met you, he was half certain that maybe you were a virgin. But no…now he found that very hard to believe.
Saying all that, it still felt bizarre to be seen out in public with you. It wasn’t a secret, had never been really, but JJ remained surprised at how willing you were to take his hand in public. To be seen with him by everyone in the County. It was like you wanted to show him off, parade him around like he was something special, like one of your many Prada purses. It almost made JJ want to question if you had ulterior motives.
“You wanna just split a portion of fries?” JJ asks, looking at The Wreck’s menu. You were there for lunch.
You hum in thought. “Maybe. I want mac and cheese though.”
“We can get that, too. I mean, you’re paying, right?”
You prod him under the table with your foot. He gives a playful laugh, grinning childishly. He’d started calling you his sugar mommy since you had to pay for gas when his card got declined. It softened the sting of embarrassment that came with being broke, especially when compared to you. I mean, even now, he sits in a thrifted t-shirt, the decal on the chest nearly faded with how much it had been worn and washed, whilst you’re in your new threads. Dior threads, for that matter.
“Hiya. You guys ready to order?” the waitress asks.
JJ glances up from the menu and shit. Shit shit shit. The minute his eyes meet hers, recognition dawns upon her. It’s weird seeing this girl – Lily, he thinks her name is – from this angle. Last time they’d seen each other, she’d been laying underneath him…
You’re thankfully blissfully unaware, eyes trained on the menu.
“JJ. Long time no see.”
With that, your head darts up. Great.
“Hey…Lily. How are you?”
At least luck is partly on his side: he got her name right. She places a hand on his waist. “Fine, thanks. Been a while since I’ve seen you around.”
“I’ve been busy,” JJ says.
“I bet. Remember a time when you were busy with other things…”
Her tone speaks volumes, as do her eyes as she surveys his body, smiling flirtatiously.
Suddenly, your hand is extending across the table, towards Lily. JJ looks to you to find a sickly, sweet smile on your face.
“I don’t think we’ve met before,” you say, voice honied. She shakes your hand as you introduce yourself. “You know JJ?”
“We have a…history, of sorts,” Lily replies.
“Oh. Well, any friend of JJ’s is a friend of mine.”
Looking to JJ, there’s an emotion in your eyes that he’s never seen before. It’s terrifying and sexy as hell. Raising a hand, your fingers leisurely splay across the expanse of JJ’s shoulder, manicured nails digging-in only so. Not enough to cause damage but enough to make a point. Enough to mark your territory.
“Babe? Can you order for me?”
“Uh, course,” JJ says, clearing his throat.
Looking down at the menu, eyes not even fixating on any of the words, JJ reals of an order. Lily scribbles it down, takes the menus, and leaves without another word. The minute she’s out of sight, you drop the act, hand unlatching from his body. JJ raises his brows, holding back his laugh as he turns to you.
"What a bitch," you mutter. You wash away your words with a sip of your water.
“Didn’t take you as the jealous type.”
“Yeah, well, some girls need to learn when to shut their traps,” you lowly return. Sighing, you close your eyes and shake your head. “Sorry. That wasn’t very girls-girl of me.”
“Mm. If only your daddy could hear you now,” JJ adds, sighing disapprovingly.
You shoot him an unimpressed glare. JJ brings his glass to his lips, having a sip of his water.
“You sleep with her?”
JJ chokes and coughs. “Jesus. Straight shooter."
“Better not be talking about yourself there, Maybank.”
JJ laughs, putting his cup down. Looking to you, he shrugs. “Yeah. Like…three months ago, alright? It was before we met.”
“Mhm. You sleep with anyone since we met?” you wonder.
JJ can’t place your tone but something tells him that this question will make or break him. Thankfully, there isn’t even a need to lie. “No.”
“You swear?”
“Scout’s honour,” he says, lifting three fingers whilst simultaneously marking his heart with a cross. “Shit, I don’t want you to claw my eyes out. Or any other girls, for that matter.”
You shove his shoulder gently, smile creeping back to your lips. “Shut up. Like I’d ever. The Bible frowns upon it.”
“What about ‘an eye for an eye’?”
“Ooh. Somebody went to Sunday School,” you tease.
“Yeah, just so I could gawk at you,” he smoothly returns, winking for good measure. With that, JJ knows he’s back in your good books.
When Lily brings the food over, she doesn’t try to strike up any conversation. Dare JJ say, she looks terrified to be within a foot of the table. JJ knew you had an edge but this is different. This possessiveness, this proprietorial energy that came over you…Fuck, he knows what’s the newest addition to his wank-bank.
The two of you eat, talking about what you should do tomorrow (because, of course, he’ll spend tomorrow with you) and then JJ desperately tries to give constructive feedback to your latest Pinterest board of hairstyle inspiration. He gets up to pay. It’ll probably cost half his wage but it’s worth it. I mean, this meal is pretty dismal compared to the feasts you’re used to, but you never complain. Saying that, it doesn’t go unnoticed that when it’s on your dime, you’re far more willing to get a lemonade and a dessert. When it’s JJ paying, you say you’re happy with tap water and splitting a side. It’s mildly mortifying.
Lily is stood at the counter. “Ready to pay?”
“Tell me the damage,” is JJ’s reply.
“Twenty dollars thirty,” she says, punching buttons on the register.
JJ’s stomach twists. Fuck, he hopes his card doesn’t decline. She holds out the machine for him and he swipes his card.
“How long has that been going on then?” Lily asks.
JJ follows her gaze to you. You’re sat at the table, reapplying Dior lip gloss with an Armani compact mirror. He’s half convinced that if anything bought from Target touched your skin you might implode.
“Bout a month,” he says.
“Hm. Never took her as one to venture out of Figure Eight.”
“Never took you as one to judge random people,” JJ counters, anger ticking with her unneeded commentary.
“I’m just saying. She’s a Kook, JJ.”
“Did it go through?” he asks, cutting the conversation short.
Lily sighs, looking down at the card machine. Nodding, she goes to get his receipt. But before she hands it over, she feels the need to add, “just…maybe ask yourself what she’s getting out of this? Girls like that…They’re sneaky. Just, watch your back.”
JJ takes the receipt hastily and walks off before he can’t bite his tongue any longer. As much as it pisses him off to hear someone who doesn’t even know you talk like that, there was a sincerity to Lily’s voice that speaks to JJ’s insecurities. Massages them. It certainly doesn’t help that the minute JJ arrives back at the table, you ask, “did you have enough?”
JJ hates how the rest of the day, that one interaction – that one moment – at the Wreck keeps him disconnected from you. Anytime you ask what’s wrong, it’s the same excuse: ‘I’m just tired, s’all.’ But whenever there’s a second for thought, Lily’s voice echoes around his head.
Ask yourself what she’s getting out of this.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
“How in the hell do you not get lost in this place?” JJ asks you as you wander through your house.
“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I grew up here.”
It’s laughable, the difference of JJ’s house to yours. He’s never taken you to his home; kept your dates and hangouts to the Chateau or the Twinkie, or anywhere but his house. He’s half-certain that you might just dip if you saw the state that he lives in. Plus, he can’t risk his dad showing up and meeting you. He’d hate you – the same way he hated most people – and again, you’d be gone in a second. In fact, as more time passes, JJ realises more and more that he’s got an eye on the door, waiting for you to walk through it without a second glance.
“You want some tea?” you ask. JJ shrugs his yes. He’s never tried it before but no time like the present, right?
You guide the two of you to the kitchen. As you pass by room after room, JJ nervously glances around. “So, uh…Your dad or mom home, or?”
“Relax, Maybank,” you grin. “They’re on a cruise. They don’t get back until Tuesday.”
“Oh, cool, cool. I mean, I ain't have been bothered if they were home.”
You bark out a laugh. Opening a kitchen cupboard, you talk as you retrieve two mugs. “Oh really? So you haven’t been avoiding my house like the plague because of my parents?”
JJ rolls his eyes. Busted. You go to heat up the water, grabbing two fruit tea bags and depositing them in each mug. JJ looks around the kitchen, searching for a certain dog. As if you can hear his thoughts, you say, “Ranger’s in the sunroom. If you call him, he’ll probably come.”
So, JJ does just that. Sure enough, Ranger trudges through the house and into the kitchen, tail wagging. He looks as if he’s just woken up from a nap. JJ grins, watching as his energy returns the moment he sets eyes on yourself and JJ, and the blonde-haired boy falls to his knees, arms outstretched. God, he missed this old fart of a dog.
“Why don’t you bring him along to the Chateau more?”
“Where would he ride? We always take your bike,” you laugh.
“Probably for the best, anyway. John B would definitely try and steal him,” JJ mumbles.
“Oh, and you wouldn’t?”
Insecurity picks at JJ like a scab. “What does that mean?”
You quirk a brow, unaware of the almost offence caused. “JJ, you would pick that dog over me in a heartbeat, if it came down to it.”
Of course. Of course you were talking about the dog, and not making some dig about his family reputation, or his sticky fingers. Shit, it’s like ever since that day at the Wreck, his insecurities had tripled in size and volume. Every time you looked at him, JJ wasn’t sure if you were passing judgement and he hated himself for it: for becoming so suspicious of you, when you’d done nothing to warrant it. But he couldn’t help it. It was like a reflex.
Once the tea is made and Ranger’s retired back in another sunny patch to sleep, the two of you head upstairs to your bedroom. JJ began to recount the story of the Grady White discovery and the Motel Room after the last hurricane’s end. He’s half certain that you don’t fully believe him.
“So, what did you find in the motel room?” you ask, pushing open your bedroom door.
“It was fucking crazy! Like a shit ton of money and this weird map. Oh, yeah, and…” JJ ditches his backpack by the foot of your bed and unzips it. Proud as a Superbowl jock, he presents the gun he stole. “This.”
Your mouth drops open. You place the two mugs of tea on your desk (on coasters, because of course) and reach out for it. JJ frowns and holds it out of your reach.
“Let me hold it.”
This reaction, out of all the reactions, was the one he expected the least. “No way.”
“Come on!”
“Nu-uh. You’ll shoot my dick off."
Rolling your eyes, you quip, “wouldn’t that be a gift for mankind? Come on!”
Sighing, he relents. Double checks the safety is on before passing the gun to you. You hold it like it’s a priceless artefact or a Louboutin heel (both as equal in value to yourself).
“It’s heavier than I thought,” you mumble, inspecting it.
Is it bad that JJ thinks you look unbelievably hot holding a gun right now? Probably. He can address that later in life when he eventually winds up in therapy.
“Yeah, these things are the shit,” JJ boasts, taking it back. He pretends to aim with it, gun pointed directly at one of your bears. At your scolding he puts it away again. “Anyway, now we got this dumb ass compass. JB thinks it’s got a clue in it, but I’m not so sure.”
JJ accepts the tea that you offer him as the two of you take perch on your bed, you at the foot and him at the head. You sit cross legged, nodding along to his tale, interested. JJ’s not entirely sure why he’s telling you this, especially when he was so adamant that the Pogues keep it on the down low, but something in him tells him that it’s okay for you to know. Useful, even, though he has no idea how. When he wraps up the story, he takes in your room. It’s just as he pictured it to be. Immaculately clean, psychopath level organised, decorated with brand after brand, China-white and pastel blue detailing every turn of the head. Looking back to you, he sniggers.
“You look like a witch right now.”
You take in the way you’re sitting and laugh, making a point to cradle your mug of tea between two hands. God, you’re adorable. The years of ballet have paid off: your back is straight as an arrow. The two of you sit in comfortable silence as you sip your tea. Outside, you can hear the sounds of nature pass by. There’s something understated and special about spending time with someone without feeling the need to fill the gaps. Just…existing. As JJ finishes his tea, you nod to his empty mug.
“Want me to read your tea leaves?” you ask.
JJ eyes you up, entertained. “No way you know how to do that.”
“Course I do. Here.”
You put your mug down on the windowsill and hold out a hand out for his. He passes you the empty mug and leans back against the cushioned headboard. Hell, if he had a bed like this, he’d never leave. You hum in deep contemplative thought as you look into the mug. Eyebrows knitting together, lips pursing, you study the scraps of tea leaves intently. JJ tries to stifle his laughs. It’s clearly a ploy. He can see right through the act.
“Ah, well…These are very good leaves,” you suddenly announce.
JJ plays along. “Oh, really?”
“Mhm. Yeah, yeah, I see a great fortune in your future,” you tell him. A glance up to his face, stupid grin on your lips, and then back to the mug. “Mhm. Yep, I see a…A boat.”
“Oh yeah? A Grady White by any chance?” JJ jests.
“Oh, no. This thing…It’s like the titanic. Big ship.”
“You have a way with words, princess.”
“And! A rainforest! And stones!”
“Alright, this tea’s gone to your head,” JJ laughs, reaching over for his mug.
You giggle as he takes it back, ditching it half-arsed on the bedside table so he can drag you to him by your forearms. Half tumbling forward, your hands ungainly catch yourself on his sturdy frame. You’re still laughing as he kisses you. JJ smiles against your mouth.
“I’m telling you,” you manage out through kisses and giggles. “You’re gonna be very fortunate in your future.”
“Mm, I’m fortunate now,” JJ replies, chasing your lips.
He uses a hand to hoist you further into his lap. You finally find purchase, a hand sliding along his neck, tantalisingly slow and smooth. As JJ’s lips creep along your jaw and inch down your neck, you lean your head, giving him more and more canvas to work with.
“I’m very lucky, you know,” you say, sounding short of breath.
JJ just hums. He continues his tapestry of love bites and kisses as you ramble on. He loves how soft it is with you; how there’s time for pause, for thought, for laughter. It’s the polar opposite to what he knows. Frenzied hands and sex in a timeframe. The patience of sex with you isn’t without heat, though. It isn’t like a married couple who can hardly remember what they liked about one another, chasing a high before drifting off to sleep. No, it’s like how people take time to pray. Like how musicians fawn over their music for hours, bit by bit, until perfection. So, JJ revels in your half-meaningful speech, slurred like you’re drunk despite being stone-cold sober, as he gently eases your cardigan off your shoulders.
“Every dance team I’ve been on, we’ve won…”
As JJ’s lips descend to your chest, you sigh. Fingers tightening just-so in his hair, spurring him on. One of his hands stays placed on your hip, a thumb rubbing circles on your exposed waist.
“Probably just ‘cause you’re a good dancer,” JJ mumbles against your skin.
“Not just that, though,” you muse. “I’m a good luck charm, I’m telling you. Nothing bad ever happens to the people around me. I’m lucky.”
Whatever you say, JJ thinks as he unhooks your bra. You help guide it off, sitting back against JJ’s thighs and lifting a perfectly manicured hand to his jaw. Your skin is soft like Mother of Pearl. Not a single cut or nick. Guiding his face up until his gaze meets yours, you lean down and press your lips to his. There’s no more laughter and no more silly stories. There’s no room in JJ’s brain to conjure anything other than thoughts of you. Your hair and your skin and your perfume and your nails and you. God, he wants to consume you. Breathe you in like vapour, soak you up like sunlight, feel you like the weather, all over him.
Nobody’s prettier than you.
Nobody prettier from this view, nestled between your thighs, almost suffocating as he swallows you up. More and more – insatiable. The distinct taste of you sits heavy on his tongue. It spurs him on like cocaine, energy unrelenting as he goes down on you. The sounds you make, the way you grab at him, grasp at the sheets, writhe and wriggle like it’s too much, like you can’t take it. But you can. Have before. Will again.
Your body bends to JJ’s will like water. You’re so trusting of him; have been ever since you met him. Let him take you how he wants, faithful in the pleasure he’ll give you. Usually JJ didn’t care much if girls thought him selfish in bed, but you? No, he needed you to give the mark of approval. He needed your praise, your validation, like his sex wouldn’t have meaning if you didn’t think it worthwhile. The way you fit around him; JJ swears to God it’s like you were made for him. He has you on your front, fucking you into the mountain of throw pillows that make up the head of your bed. He keeps your hips and ass angled upwards, holding you steady as he ruts into you over and over again. You’re a drooling, moaning mess underneath him. One of your hands is clenching and releasing the sheets much like your walls are to him. Having you like this – Christ, it makes JJ feel like a young God.
When you fall apart, it pushes JJ over the edge too, almost like a suicide pact. He’s not sure heroin could touch ecstasy quite like it. Drifting away on dopamine, JJ pulls out of you and flops onto his back, chest heaving. You shuffle atop of your sheets, curling up as you let the afterglow take over. JJ knows he should dote on you but he’s so tired and spent. After tying off and tossing the condom out in your bedroom trash, and tugging on his boxers, JJ lays back down on the bed beside you, flat on his back. One of your hands rests on his chest – damp with sweat. Just for a minute, JJ thinks. I’ll just close my eyes for one minute.
JJ tunes into the sensation of you stroking the bare skin of his back. It rouses him from sleep. Somehow, in his tiredness, he’d rolled over onto his front. Your sheets smell of fabric conditioner and safety. Goose feather pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets; a memory foam mattress that mimics what JJ might imagine falling asleep on a marshmallow to feel like.
“JJ?” You continue to run the side of your hand up and down his skin. "Are you awake?"
"No," he mumbles into the sheets.
“I want us to make this official.”
JJ groans sleepily. “Wha’dya mean?”
“I mean, I want us to put a label on this thing. I want to be your girlfriend, and I want you to be my boyfriend.”
It’s like the mattress has become a gaping wormhole and it’s sucking him in. That very thing that he was drawn to, entranced with, that very thing that he was learning and dreading to be true, every little insecurity and anxiety that had built and built since the second date…It’s all arriving at once, hitting him hard and fast like a meteor strike.
JJ turns his head, looking up at you. You’re watching him patient, a giddy-type smile on your face, slightly disquieted with nerves.
“Well…How do you know that?”
Brows furrowing, your smile doesn’t move. Shrugging, you say, “I don’t know…I just know. I…I know it because I feel it.”
Those words do nothing to ease the panic that’s building up JJ’s body. He shuffles until he’s sat upright, staring you down like you’re something dangerous. For some reason, your innocent request feels like a trap to him. A con. A joke that he’ll be the unwilling punchline of if he agrees. And he realises what that impending feeling was, all this time. It was him waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Lucy’s point to come true and for the curtains to be pulled. To find out what the hell you wanted with him.
“You can’t just say things like that. That’s a really messed up thing to say to someone,” JJ mutters, moving away from you.
You’re frowning now, befuddled. “Why is it? It’s true, and it’s how I feel. I want to make us official. I want us to be together.”
“Well, you’re saying that now but what about if we do get together, and I meet your parents and your friends, and you realise how different we are but you feel like you’re stuck with me, and then all of it was for nothing.”
Face the picture of perplexed, your mouth contorts into something ugly. “Where is all of this coming from? What did you think we were doing? I mean, we’ve been fine this past month and I know that there’s something between us.”
“How do you?”
“Because I’m not stupid, JJ,” you sharply reply.
Good, JJ thinks. You’re getting angry. You’ll lose your temper and you’ll let something slip that you weren’t supposed to, and he can bolt without a muddied conscience. He moves away from the bed and starts grabbing his strewn-about clothes in a frenzy to bolt.
“If there’s something between us, why haven’t I met any of your friends yet?”
You stare at him. He takes your hesitation as confirmation to his doubts. Pointing accusingly at you, he snarls, “because you’re embarrassed of me. You’re embarrassed to be seen with a Pogue-nobody from the Cut, in front of your Kook friends.”
“What is your obsession with me being a Kook!?” you exclaim. “Have you ever noticed how I never bring it up? How it’s always you, JJ, talking about it.”
“Well, I feel like I ought'a!”
“Why!?” you vociferate.
“Because what the hell do you want with me anyway!? You’re going to mess around with me for the summer, and get your kicks, and rebel against dear-old daddy, and then ditch me for some Kook jackass, who you’ll marry and he’ll take you on ski trips and summer’s in the Hamptons, and send your snotty children to expensive summer camps, and then you’ll laugh with all your trust-fund friends about how you went slumming once too.”
With that narrative, you laugh in disbelief, mystified. “What kind of fucking story are you spinning?”
“One that’s based on nothing but the facts,” JJ shouts. He’s shaking and angry, but it’s just his panic in disguise. He saw a glimpse of happiness with you and instinctively wanted to smash it up, like a psychopath child and a harmless butterfly. “I mean, you said it yourself - you wanted to do what you’re not supposed to do, for a change. Have a taste of rebellion and then go back to your rich-ass bubble wrap.”
JJ’s seen you possessive before. He’s seen you jealous, and scared, and snippy. But he’s never seen you angry. It’s horrifying.
“Did it ever occur to you that all of that has nothing to do with you? Has nothing to do with you being a Pogue, or me being a Kook?” you yell. Hands flying up to your chest, holding on like your heart might fall out of your skeleton, your voice turns thick. “I was miserable JJ! I was never allowed to do anything; never allowed to go anywhere. I did what my parents told me to do. I went to bed by nine every night. I was wasting my time with all these fucking after-school extra-circulars which I don’t even care about! I hate ballet! I hate piano! Christ, I hate all of it! And my friends are fake as anything. They say one thing to my face, and come to my house for pool parties, and then bitch about me behind my back! They’re assholes, JJ! So, yeah, I didn’t want to waste my time introducing you to them because I don’t actually like them!”
His lips start to quiver uncomfortably as he watches you unravel. It’s like JJ was pulling and pulling on a spring, and now he has to stand and watch it snap.
Make-up free, hair still tousled from earlier, oversized t-shirt half hanging off your frame: there’s no Kook defining thing about you here. It’s just you - just as it always had been.
JJ’s heart cracks as a tear falls down your cheek. With a shaky breath, in a quiet, defeated voice, you tell him, “I wanted to go out with you because I wanted to live. Because most of the time, I feel so useless and so alone that I wonder if I’m even here at all.”
And hearing you say that finally allows the curtain to fall. Only, it revealed to JJ something entirely different to what he expected. To what he’d told himself time and time again. Seeing you cry on your bed because of him…JJ’s made some real big mistakes in his life, but this one surpasses them all.
“So don’t put your shit on me because you’re the one that’s afraid,” you say, stealing yourself as you aggressively wipe your eyes. JJ’s narrow. It’s like poking a searing hot skewer into his most tender of wounds.
“Afraid? What do I have to be afraid of?”
“You’re afraid of me! You’re afraid that I won’t love you back! You’re afraid of what all the shallow people in the County will think! You know what, JJ? I’m afraid too! But fuck it - I want to give a try!”
It feels as exposing as having you peel back his skin. JJ pulls on his t-shirt and shakes his head, turning for the bedroom door, mumbling something about ‘I’m not doing this right now.’
You dart from the bed and grab at his arm, stopping him. “No. No, you’re not leaving,” you blubber.
JJ yanks out of your grip, turning around, lashing out like a stray animal approached all too quick. “What do you wanna know!” He yells. You recoil. “What? That I don’t have a great life? That I’m jealous of how you live compared to me! That I don’t want you to see how I really live because I’m ashamed shitless of it!”
You’re crying, hard, but JJ can’t find it in himself to stop. Why won’t he stop? The butterfly is dead, wings torn from the body, antenas shattered from the beating: but it’s like he doesn’t even want dust to remain.
“That my dad beats the shit out of me, so I sleep at John B’s house!? That I’ll probably end up in a prison cell or an early grave!? You ain't wanna hear that shit! Don’t tell me you want to hear that shit!”
“I do want to hear that stuff! I do want to hear it!” you argue through your sobs. You lift your hands as if you might try and cup his face. “I just want to help you.”
He retracts from your almost-there hold. “Help me! What the fuck! What, do I got a fucking sign on my back that says Save Me?”
“No!”
“Do I look like I need that!?”
Reaching for him again, tears streaming, you wail, “no! God, I just want to be with you because I love you!”
JJ grabs at your wrists, driving you away from him, driving you towards the door until your back presses against it, all the while yelling at you. Don’t bullshit me! Don’t fucking bullshit me!
JJ’s never been lucky to have good things. He waits for his friends to get up and leave. Knows his dad will too, one day, just like his ma. He’ll end up alone, drunk, high, and not long after, dead. You? You’re just a glitch in his programming. A girl who saw a project - yeah, that’s it. A girl who saw a project, a thing to fix, and the moment you have will be the moment that you get bored, and leave him broken hearted and alone. JJ knows more than anyone: you’ve got to leave before you get left.
But as you’re standing with your back against the wall, you don’t cower from him. Don’t wait for him to land a hit on you. Always so trusting. And seeing you, crying, sobbing, begging for him to listen to you, repeating that you love him over and over…JJ knows you’re not the malicious enemy he’s created in his mind. He knows you’re not.
“I want you to tell me that you don’t love me." A shuddering breath, trying to calm your quivering voice. “Because, if you do, I won’t call you anymore. And I won’t be in your life…”
And JJ’s never been good at admitting when he’s wrong. Maybe he learnt it from his dad. Maybe it’s a defensive mechanism. Maybe it’s dumb, childish youth that he never outgrew. So, as you sob, waiting for him to say something - to say you love him - JJ feels his face turn to stone. Cold, emotionless stone.
“I don’t love you.”
He grabs the rest of his shit in one quick sweep and he leaves your bedroom before he has to see the long-lasting damage he once again inflicted on someone. Slams the door. Rushes down the stairs. Passes the barking Ranger, alarmed by all the yelling, and dresses as he stumbles to the front door. In the air of the driveway, he takes a gasping breath, cringing with melancholic agony. Panic rises in his chest like a fist is clenching around his heart, over and over. He raises a hand, rubbing at the uncomfortable pain. JJ knows this feeling well. Knows it from childhood and from adolescence. Knows it almost as much as he knows breathing.
Heartbreak.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
JJ distracted himself with drinking, smoking and treasure hunting. Indulged at night and diverted throughout the day to avoid any thoughts of you. He was lucky, in a way, that his friends were there to keep him busy. They only asked once why he wasn’t seeing you anymore, wondering why you were never around, and learnt their lesson never to ask again. He tried to hide behind the lie that he’d so easily told himself: that you were a spoilt-bitch Kook who would have ditched him soon anyway. But he remembers your voice and your face clear as day, begging for him to tell you that he loved you. He can picture all too easily your reaction the minute he stepped away from you, after telling the worst lie of his life.
Throwing himself into work was a good distraction. It’s hard to think about you when he’s thinking about how heavy the motor is that he’s lugging, or how close he’s cutting it on time to deliver groceries with Pope. His hurt made him wreckless, like he deserved whatever bad thing might come. You were good karma for returning Ranger and his mistreatment was bound to be paid back to him by the universe. Maybe that was why he’d been so eager to exact revenge on Topper and Rafe. Their attack on Pope certainly made it easier for JJ to handle his hurt when he was reminded of how awful most Kooks are. It was almost possible to group you in with them, to help mitigate the sting of guilt that came whenever your name crossed his mind. Almost.
But, like always, the consequences of his actions were bound to catch up to him. So, as JJ sits beside Pope and Kiara watching the outdoor movie play under the watchful gaze of Topper, Rafe and Kelce, he knows bad things are coming.
“JJ,” Pope says, nudging his leg.
“What?”
“Gotta take a piss.”
JJ’s leg is quivering with building adrenaline. “Hold it.”
“I can’t hold it. I drank too much soda.”
“It’s too exposed, they’ll totally see us,” JJ argues.
“I gotta go,” Pope insists.
JJ purses his lips and glances back over his shoulder the same time Pope turns around. Their eyes land on the three pissed off Kooks, sat like mob bosses, biding their time. They might as well be smoking a pipe and stroking their one-eyed cat like some '50s Bond villain.
“They’re blocking the bathrooms,” Pope observes.
Yeah, no shit. JJ looks around, noticing the woodland behind the giant projection screen. “Alright, come here. I know where.”
The two of them get to their feet, hunching over as they go to move. When Kiara asks where they’re going, JJ shrugs and tells her, ‘we gotta ring it out.’ With that, they venture to the screen and relieve themselves just behind it, out of view, into the shrubs. As they piss, Pope and JJ banter. JJ finishes first, zipping up his fly and turning around to keep watch.
“You bring the peacemaker?” Pope asks, referring to JJ’s beloved gun.
His stomach drops. “Oh, shit, I forgot it.”
“You forgot it?”
“Hurry up! Hurry up!”
“Dude, you had one job. That’s all I asked you to do, man,” Pope complains as he finishes up.
“I know, let’s go,” JJ quickly replies. The moment he turns, JJ comes face to face with Rafe. Fuck.
“What’s up Pogues?”
“What’s up, Rafe?” JJ casually replies, walking backwards with Pope as Rafe approaches steadfast. He won’t let on that he’s scared - learnt that from his dad. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”
As Pope tries to make a run for it, Topper emerges, Kelce in tow. “Hey that was some nice work you did on my boat!”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Pope fumbles.
JJ assesses the situation. Three on two. Pope isn’t the strongest fighter. No gun. Yeah, the odds are not stacked in their favour.
“Not so burly without a gun now, are you?” Rafe taunts.
JJ’s jaw ticks, his anger rising with his annoyance. The adrenaline is pumping and working its usual magic. Bring it on, pussy. I can take a few licks - it’s my birth-right.
“Take one more step and I’ll rip that prepubescent face off,” JJ warns through clenched teeth. He watches as Topper approaches Pope leisurely.
“Hey Pope, do you feel good about yourself, stealing shit? Is your mom proud of you? Is your dad proud of you?”
Pope slams his head into Topper’s upper chest and pride swills through JJ. “Attaboy! Attaboy!” He grabs his friend’s shoulder, lifting his clenched fist. “Now with your fist, see?”
With that, Rafe claims him. They begin to get in a dust-up. JJ takes the first few punches; each one that lands on his cheek brings searing hot pain that quickly vanishes with shock. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug. He taps into the pit inside of him, deep and angry and bitter. His self-hatred, for all the shit he put you through, for all the shit his dad and mom pegged on him…Throws his own punches, then. Wrestles too. Blood begins to draw. Lips crack open. Eyebrows split. But then it’s two on one: Kelce grabbing at him, holding him steady so Rafe can just lay into him. JJ’s winded as Rafe’s fist meets his stomach. He collapses in Kelce’s hold as Rafe right hooks him. And every hit, JJ takes like it’s his earnt punishment.
“Come on, Rafe,” JJ provokes through the agonising pain. “That all you got?”
“Let go of him Topper! You fascist asshole!”
Kiara. She helps Pope first, hitting Topper with JJ’s backpack. At least, that’s what JJ sees through the double vision. The backpack. The gun. Topper grabs it off her and tosses it, and then JJ’s too busy getting the shit beaten out of him to see what follows. It’s all just noise. Blends almost cinematically with the sound of the old-timey movie playing. At some point, it even sounds like there’s a dog barking. Blood fills his mouth like he’s at some sadistic dentist surgery. Pain numbs his nerve endings and softens his muscles. Air becomes a rarity as he’s held in a headlock, half-strangled.
“Let go of them right now!”
Everyone goes still. JJ only notices because he finally has a second to catch his breath, gasping as the arm around his throat loosens just slightly. He opens his eyes, desperate to get his vision steady, and…no fucking way.
There you stand like some designer vigilante heroine. Hair perfect, as always, with not a strand out of place; jewellery to the nines; make-up enhancing your gorgeous features. In your hand, clasped between perfectly manicured nails, is JJ’s gun. It’s pointed directly at Rafe’s forehead.
Rafe laughs. “What? That supposed to scare me or something?”
You grit your teeth, harden your stare, and remain stoic and strong in your stance. Rafe just quirks a brow, a sick smile twisting upwards.
“Oh, what, you’re gonna be the hero here? Why don’t you just run back to your daddy and mind your own fucking business?”
“Let. Them. Go.”
JJ realises then that Ranger is standing by your side. He’s growling, looking feral like Cujo, salivating at the mouth, death-glare set on Kelce who still holds JJ in a headlock. Your command and Kelce might lose a leg.
“What’s it to you?” Topper snaps.
“They’re my friends.”
Okay, no, JJ must have fucking blacked out or something. In the brain damage caused by Rafe, he’s seeing things. You’re his own guardian angel that his dying brain has conjured - that is the only explanation.
All of the Kooks laugh. “Your friends?”
“I won’t ask you again,” you darkly warn, not a spit of humour in your voice.
Rafe whistles lowly. He mockingly raises his hands to his head in surrender. Shares a laugh with Topper and Kelce. It vanishes the minute you unclip the safety.
“You wouldn’t,” Rafe tells you.
Slowly, maleficently, the faintest shadow of a smirk forms on your lip-glossed mouth. “You really want to test that theory?”
And that, ladies and gentleman, is how JJ Maybank ended up in the most insane predicament of his life. Nobody knows what you’re going to do next: not JJ, and probably not even you. As JJ waits, his eyes dart down to Ranger. The very thing that started all of this.
Rafe sniffs. He juts his head at Kelce. When Kelce finally lets JJ go, Topper does the same with Pope. Kiara helps Pope up. JJ leans over, hands on his knees, coughing and gasping in air.
“You’re gonna regret this, you know that? Better keep a fucking eye out, princess,” Rafe warns you as he saunters away with his posse. If JJ wasn’t on the brink of passing out, he’d lay him out for even looking at you.
The minute the three Kooks round the screen, acting as if nothing even happened, you drop the gun on the backpack and race over to JJ. It’s hard not to flinch after his moments-before assault when you clutch his shoulders. He realises that you’re shaking. Hears in the quiver of your voice how shit-scared you are.
“Oh my God! Are you okay? Can you breathe?”
No and no.
“Do you need to sit down? What should I–”
No, definitely don’t sit down.
“Come on - we need to go,” Kiara tells you. She has Pope’s weight on her.
You seem to copy, taking her guidance from her years of experience with hanging with the guys, and guide JJ away from the scene of the crime. You grab the backpack as you go, the gun shoved inside (safety now on). Ranger licks anxiously at JJ’s hand, whining in worry.
“I’m alright, boy,” JJ lies to the dog in a slur.
swirling, becoming blacker and blacker with every step. His body is screaming for rest and reprieve. He vaguely overhears you tell Kie where you’re parked. Lets you half-drag him to your ride. The minute JJ’s helped into the backseat, safe in the smell of you, he blacks out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The first thing JJ notices when he wakes up is how much his head hurts. There’s a headache above his brows, similar to that which you get when hungover. It feels like his brain was a ping pong ball, rattled around in there for hours on end. Sniffing, he groans as he tries to sit up. There’s a hand pushing him back down to the bed gently.
“Just lie still, for now,” you say softly. “No sudden movements, okay?”
JJ groans again, eyes pressed shut. At the sensation of a straw pressing against his lips, he drinks.
“Open your mouth,” you say after he swallows. JJ does as he’s told, in too much pain to argue. You give him a few pills - presumably painkillers - and help him chase them with water. “I’ll be right back.”
JJ must fall back asleep. When he comes to for the second time, the pain in his head is significantly lessened, as are all the general aches and pains of his body. He dreads the idea of looking in a mirror: he’s probably black and blue. Saying that, it’s not like it’s an unfamiliar state to him. Opening his eyes, he immediately recognises your bedroom. As if on cue, you walk through the door, a mug of what must be steaming hot tea in hand. When your eyes meet his, a relieved smile comes to your face.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he rasps.
Making your way over, tea deposited on the bedside table, you take the seat next to him. Shit, no wonder he was sleeping so well. Your bed is like sponge cake.
“How you feeling?”
“Like shit,” JJ grunts. You stifle a laugh. Shifting to sit up, his brows furrow as last night comes back to him, piece by piece. “Did I…Was I hallucinating, or did you save our ass?”
“Mmm, I might have maybe just saved your ass,” you innocently reply.
Shaking his head, JJ rubs tiredly at his face.
“I’m not even going to ask what Rafe and his gang of fairies were angry about.”
“Yeah, that’s probably the best idea,” JJ cringes.
He finally braves holding your gaze. There’s a distance there - a reluctance to be fully present - and JJ knows it’s because of him.
“That was really ballsy, what you did,” he tells you.
“It's nothing,” you quietly reply.
“You’re probably going to lose your Kook card now.”
“Never liked it that much in the first place,” you say with a half-smile.
JJ silently laughs, shaking his head, mesmerised. He was so wrong about you. About all of it. “I was, uh...kind of a dick to you.”
“Yeah…”
“And…you were right,” he mumbles.
Brows lifting slightly, a small, amused smile teases your lips. “What was that sorry?”
“You were right,” he repeats, no louder.
Leaning in, a finger to your ear, you say, “one more time, I didn't quite catch it.”
“Fuck off,” JJ groans, shoving you away with hardly any force.
You snort out a laugh. The moment the humour passes, you look back to him. He feels as though he can hear your thoughts. Your anger and annoyance and insecurity and pain. He hears it all in the emotion swimming through your eyes. So, he nods.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, JJ,” you whisper.
One of his hairs falls into his face. Before he can react, you’re leaning forward, brushing it out the way. JJ captures your wrist quickly, keeping you near, almost panicked that if you move even a millimetre away, he’ll lose you forever. In that same frenzy, desperate to have you close, he forces out the three words he’s never let himself say to anyone. Ever.
“I love you.”
Face an exact replica of the one you made that day on the beach, you blink at him. Once, then twice. JJ nods again.
“I just…I can’t…It doesn’t…”
“I know,” you say, forehead bumping against his own as you lean down. Then, in a whisper, you add, “I know. It’s okay.”
JJ sniffs, suddenly overcome with emotion, and nods against you. As his eyes press shut, you kiss him. It’s slightly salty with tears but no less welcome. He winces as your hand cups his jaw. Kisses you through your mumbled apology against his lips.
And as the two of you kiss, JJ realises that this was all it ever had to be. It was never that complicated, never that layered, because all that mattered was you. Wonderfully, princess-perfect, Kook-turned-Pogue you.
As soon as Rafe puts the jeep in park you immediately jump from the passenger seat. You are eager and excited to get to the beach for the first party of the season.
Giving a quick kiss on the cheek to your boyfriend, you a beer and met up with your friends.
“So we were planning on going down to the Florida keys this spring break” Natalie said as you guys sat by the bond fire
“Ooh yeah we’re getting a airbnb, my daddy’s paying for us!!” Amber said
“Oh sweet! I’m down” Sarah said
“Yeah I need a break from all these dogs here. I want to find myself a Florida man, maybe a Cuban ” Natalia said tilting down her glasses
“Y/n are you going?” Grace asked
“How can I say no to the keys-”
“no she can’t” a deep voice interrupted you
“Ugh Rafe go away” Sarah groans
“Please stay….” Amber joked biting her lip
“Uh.. anyways please go Rafe” Sarah tried shoeing her brother away
“You interrupting girl talk, we’re planning a spring break trip!” Natalie said
“Yeah I heard. Y/n can’t go sorry!” Rafe said as picked up by the arm
“Rafe stop!” You tried swatting his arm away
“See you later girls !!” He sang walking away from the group
“Rafe seriously! This isn’t over !” Sarah yelled off into the distance
As you were in Rafes arms now that he scooped you up bridal style he was walking back to the car.
“I don’t understand why you had to take me away” you complained
“Because you didn’t need to be in the conversation”
“Yes I do, we’re planing a girls trip!” You hit his chest
“Well knowing who the girls are in the girls trip you’re gonna come back with more regrets and mistakes than I have.” He said sternly
“Who knows maybe even a baby daddy” he said under his breath.
“RAFE!”
“Im not letting you run off to Florida and stay in a house full of girls who can’t even cook an egg. Bet you guys won’t even remember to lock the door.” He argues
“I wanted to go, Sarah’s gonna be there anyways. She’s younger than me and besides I should be there like chaperoning her. You know, your sister?” You try pleading with the blonde
“Well first of all you’re like a year older and second of all it’s Sarah. I couldn’t give more of a shit.”
“But you my princess, I wouldn’t let a thing hurt you”
summary: Kook vs pouge still exists on the mainland.
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─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───
As you finished doing your hair Rafe finally arrives back from breakfast.
“Good morning princess” Rafe says as he enters the room with just keys.
“Hey babe, where’s breakfast?” You ask as you place a kiss on his cheek in search of your jewelry.
“Change of plans, had the little altercation with Maybank. Thought we go out mainland.” He says with a guilty smile.
You sigh “What happened?”
“Well I was getting coffee and jj happened to be working in the cafe. I order your signature iced cameral macchiato 3 creamers and when I went to go pick it up jj said “hmm got the same coffee order as y/n. are you wearing her black lace pantees too?” hes lucky i didn’t punch him.”
“Rafe come on we talked about this.”
“How does he know what panties you wear? I bough those for you?” He asked as his tounge swiped his lips.
“Rafe we’ve spent days at the chateau and he just probably saw them with my laundry or something calm down” you say putting on a gold necklace.
“You’re right. beside he couldn’t even get in your pants if he wanted too.” He chuckled as he went into the bathroom.
“Oh and I threw the drink at him.”
“RAFE!”
𐙚 -time skip- 𐙚
You and Rafe are sitting on the ferry, hand in hand with matching outfits he insisted on wearing.
“Remember the time when we went to Charlotte too see The Weeknd?” Rafe said looking at you.
“Yeah it was really fun, though it was hard to cover up to the pouges” you say scrunching your face as the sun hit it.
“Ugh why do they get suspicious of your happiness?” He playful rolled his eyes.
“Maybe it’s the fact that they all work 3 jobs a week to survive and I went on a thousand dollar trip for ‘funsies’ but hashtag idk Rafe.” you blanky stated.
“I bet jj had a lot to say”
“Oh the mouth on that boy- wait Rafe enough with the jj jealousy!l
“Not jealous.” He said not even convincing himself.
“What is it then. Love? Obsession?” You joke
“Okay fine jealously…” he said under his breath
“Aww Rafe Cameron’s a bitch??” You gasp dramatically.
“Okay whatever, besides im on the date with you right now”
“Yeah well now believe it.”you go in for a kiss.
“Oh by the way Sarah is on mainland shopping so she’s gonna meet us for brunch.” Rafe said as He pulled away.
“Wait so I’m official meeting your sister?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Duh you’re my girlfriend”
Hearing him say it had butterflies going crazy in your stomach.
“And you already met my parents, and wheez. I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything to Sarah” he said with a small smile.
“You don’t think she’ll like hate me?”
“Why would she hate you?”
“ you know kook, pouge, you practillay started the so called war yourself.”
“Well you're different” Rafe said pushing hair behind your hair.
His comment left you confused, but you just brushed it off.
“Also her and Kiara have some beef. I don’t know what went down but she they don't seem to hide their hatred. ”you say worried.
“And if she hates kie, how do you think she’s gonna react to meeting her bestfriend?” You began hugging yourself in a comforting manner.
“i know how Sarah gets with their drama or whatever, but if you get caught in the crossfire I’ll be there to put it out.” Rafe wrapped a arm around you.
You sat in his embrace trying to save this memory. This is the Rafe you knew.
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As you guys exit the ferry, Rafe has a Uber waiting already.
“Okay so we’re doing brunch, then a little sight seeing and shopping. And if all goes well maybe with Sarah.” He said opening the car door falling you in.
“Hopefully with a full stomach it’ll be less intimidating.” You say putting your seatbelt on.
“Giving the fact you both love shopping, and annoying me, the odds may be in your favor.”
“Ha ha very funny” you side eye him.
“In fact I don’t love shopping, you just fueled an addiction.”
“Call me your sugar daddy”
“Oh I will.”
Soon enough you guys arrive to the restaurant.
As you guys enter the restaurant you sit a table. The waiter hands 2 menus, soon asking for a third. You order a waters for now until Sarah arrives.
“So you think we can hit up Victor secret for a new set? Because jj seen my hopefully now old ones” you said with a fake grimace.
“I’ll buy you as many as you want if we can burn all the ones he’s seen.” He said looking through the menu.
“So why today am i meeting Sarah?” you ask Rafe taking a gulp of your water.
“Why not? Besides plans were ruined cause of your friends.” he smirked
His comment pissed you off a bit. You hate when he talks shit about the pouges, your best friends.
“Maybe if you didn't assualt them we wouldn't have a problem.” you scoff
“They don't know a ounce of respect, so why should I?” Rafe crossed his arms
“Because your a good person Rafe” you put down your glass.
“So you're agreeing with me, they terrible people?” he says
“Not even a little bit. I'm just saying be the bigger person.”
“I mean I got the big dick so I pretty much am-”
“I’m gonna head to the bathroom I’ll be right back.” You cut him off, sliding your now empty water glass.
You get up walking around the back to the restroom.
As you wash your hands you pull your phone and check the messages you’ve gotten practically spammed with.
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⌞ Pope hitting the Dougie. ⌝
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9:38am
What does the j stand for: Rafe just threw coffee in my face😍
Kiki do you love me: omg what!?
Johnathan: wow can’t tell if should laugh or ?
What does the j stand for: why is there a or.
Hope 🥺: Since I’m a good person I won’t be laughing in this group chat.
Kiki do you love me: I see him giggling at the table while im working at the wreck.
What does the j stand for: wow okay I see where I stand in this friendship 🕳️ 🚶🏼♂️
Johnathan: he did say group chat…
Kiki do you love me: what even happened ?
Hope 🥺: open his mouth ♡ hearted by 2 people
What does the j stand for: to sum it all up I called him a sissy because he had the same coffee order as y/n
Johnathan: LMFAOOO
Kiki do you love me: wow okay that’s kinda funny 😭
Hope 🥺:ohh now I want a iced caramel macchiato
Johnathan: that’s like the most basic order jj. I’m gonna laugh because you yourself in that position.
What does the j stand for: no but like he even got the extra 3 creamers….
Kiki do you love me: y/n has good coffee orders you can’t blame her 🤷🏽♀️
Hope 🥺: omg Twinem!!
Johnathan: okay pope has been too funny and it’s only 8am
10:07am
What does the j stand for: I quit before I could get fired 🤞🏼
Johnathan: you lasted 2 months. That’s the longest you held a job!!!
Kiki do you love me: woohh the bear minimum !!
Hope 🥺: how’d you know you would get fired
What does the j stand for: it’s Rafe.
Johnathan: I’m assuming you’re coming over?
What does the j stand for: yes master.
Kiki do you love me: count me and pope in. I’m gonna try to leave early then I’ll pick him up.
What does the j stand for: y/n you in?
Kiki so you love me: is she even alive, she hasn’t texted all morning.
Hope 🥺: so that’s why the birds are singing
Johnathan: you’re killing me pope.
12:34pm
What does the j stand for: y/n wya.
Kiki do you love me: I swear if ur still sleeping…
Hope 🥺: hate to admit it but kinda want you here. Jjs yapping away
Johnathan: #missingyou 🩷🩷
Hope 🥺: #wakeup
💬
God you completely forgot about the pouges.
What do you tell them? This is like your 6th trip to the mainland, they’re gonna start to get suspicious.
Y/n: I had to go with my mom to see my aunt sorry guys :(
Perf.
Hope 🥺: I thought you went last week?
Damn you pope.
Y/n: she’s old pope.
Now that isn’t a lie.
You put your phone away, quickly recollecting yourself in the mirror and heading back out.
As you walk towards the table you see the second blonde Cameron.
Ohh things just got real.
Rafe spots you soon getting up before you can reach the table.
“So Sarah I want you to meet y/n, my girlfriend.” He said with a genuine smile.
He wraps he arm around your waist as she also gets up.
She looks you up and down, analyzing you like an fbi angent.
“Hey Sarah. It’s nice to meet you.” You say breaking the ice. Very cold ice.
“Nice to meet you too y/n” she said reaching her hand out for a handshake.
You took it, her grip somewhat firm but you couldn’t help but notice how aware she was.
“so let’s sit! I’m starving the ferry ride was long!” Rafe said trying to ease the tension.
“Oh the menu looks good” Rafe says examining it thoroughly.
“Rafe we’ve been here before” Sarah say looking up at him through her menu.
The waitress comes up with a notepad before Rafe can argue back.
“Welcome to sunny kitchen, my names Anne I will be your server for today. What can I get started for you?” The waiter said in fake happiness.
“Ice cameral macchito.” You and Sarah both say in unison.
“Oh sorry you go first” Sarah smiles
“Uh ice cameral macchiato with 3 creams” you tell the waitress
“Same for me” Sarah says
“I’ll take an orange juice” Rafe says as the waitress writes it all down.
“Alright I’ll be back with your drinks!”
“Didn’t know you guys had the same coffee order” Rafe spoke up.
“Cameral macchiatos are literally my babies.” You say throwing your head back
“Ugh they’re so good I made our dad buy me whole coffee set up. Expreso machine, the syrups everything.” Sarah agrees
“Ive noticed, I love making rafe make me one. It's like playing barista”
“You force me.” Rafe hits you with the menu
You both giggle at the annoyance of Rafe. So far so good.
“So what are you thinking of getting?” You ask Sarah.
“Hmm maybe like the sunny platter, how about you?”
“Chicken and waffles, they have the best waffles here I swear, there so fluffy.” You smile at her.
Ice starting to melt.
“I think I’m gonna get a salad.” Rafe joked putting the teacher's finger in front of his lips.
You guys all giggle as the waitress comes and drops off your drinks.
“Are you guys ready to order?”
you guys order tator-tots for appetizers and you out in your orders. You guys have been chating away, you and Sarah not had one bad interaction so far.
“Wait so Rafe accidentally knocked on your parent's window thinking it was yours?” Sarah asked completely losing it.
“Yes and it was like 2 am too, he was waiting and my dad went outside and chased him with a bat” you guys are in a laughing fit while Rafe is sitting arms crossed.
“Glad you guys find my trama funny. It was terrifying it was pitch black and all I can hear is his screaming” he said rolling his eyes.
“don’t try sneak out at 2am maybe?” Sarah commented.
“He was wearing all back too, he genuinely looked like he was gonna cause a home invasion!”
The waitress soon brought your plates.
“Here’s the chicken and waffles, sunny platter, and sunny side. Enjoy your meal!”
You all began to dig in, sharing small comments about the food being absolutely amazing.
“Why can’t there be food like this on the banks” you say practically moaning.
“Honestly I would pay for a sunny kitchen franchise” Rafe agreed
“we need to do this more” Sarah smiled at you.
We now have a watered down caramel macchiato. Wooh!! 
Soon you guys are walking around town, window shopping, photo ops, small talk.
You and Sarah and hitting it off, you guys like the same music, clothes, coffee order.
Rafe is glad your guys are getting along and you were too.
“I wanna find a cute sundress, my mom’s forces me to go to church with my grandma and I want to at least look cute before she stuffs me into floral hell.” You say walking into a boutique.
“Get whatever you want, all on me.”’Rafe says planting a kiss on your head.
“I’ll seat here, you girls go crazy.” He says sitting on the small couch.
“Since you’re getting a dress I guess have to get a dress. I don’t wanna be the weirdo who doesn’t get a dress you know?” Sarah jokes are you began flipping through racks.
As you go through dress after dress, you feel vibrations coming for your phone. You know it’s the pouges but you refuse to check. You feel bad for ditching them for the Cameron’s and it doesn’t help that you’re dress shopping with Sarah. You were just doing the same with Kie.
“Y/n this would look so good on you!” Sarah said showing you a blue floral bustier sun dress.
“Oh my god that’s so cute!” You say grabbing it.
Soon you guys are both in the dressing room showing your items giving each other a fashion show.
“You think this tops cute” you ask Sarah looking in the mirror.
“Yeah it’s cute and casual, you can wear it anywhere.” She answered.
“What about this skirt?” Sarah asks adjusting the length.
“If you dont get it I will.” You comment.
“Are you girls done it’s been like almost 2 hours?” Rafe yells from the dressing room entrance.
“Rafe if you want us counting your girlfriend, to look cute, you should shut up.” Sarah tells him earning giggles from you.
“We should hurry up though it’s getting late and I don’t wanna miss the ferry like last time. It was hard making up an excuse to the pouges.” You say changing back into your regular clothes waiting for Sarah to finish up.
“I don’t understand how you can be friend with them” Sarah tells you leaving the dressing room.
“That’s what Rafe says too. Were like sardines, always together.” You smile to yourself.
“What do they think about you and Rafe?” She asks.
“Uh they don’t actually know.” You say putting your things on the counter.
Soon Rafe takes a notice goes up to the counter to begin to pay. You and Sarah sit on the couch counting your conversation.
“Why haven't you told them?” she asked.
“Because I know they’ll freak. They don’t exactly like the your family let alone any kook. Jj and Rafe were at each other throats all the time and I know you and Kiara have your history.” A flat smile forms on your lips.
“Honestly why do you care what they think? If you’re happy they should accept that”
“I know but we’ve been with each other since diapers, knowing they could throw our entire friendship away just because of a boy doesn’t make it any easier,” you say looking at Rafe.
“Honestly y/n I’ve seen the way you and Rafe have an effect on each other, that’s actual love. I know we’ve just met not even 4 hours ago but you're respectful, caring, and kind, like one of the most genuine persons I’ve known. If the pouges throw you to the side of the road just because of my bother they don’t seem like the perfect people you paint them to be.” She says
“And with Kiara, what happened is she called the cops on my party after I didn’t invite her. I know it was wrong of me but she didn’t have the right to ruin my birthday. I think she was and is a very shellfish person, and if you think that’s the way they would treat you just because you’re in love that makes them all shellfish.” Sarah says with kind eyes.
“If I can be honest with you Sarah, I think you’re right. I’m just scared to admit it. I know it’s wrong for me to say it but sometimes I can’t help but to think if I were to grow up on the other side how different I would be. Me and Pope are the only ones who actually think about our future while the rest think about the moment. They wanna do fun spontaneous things but I want to at least have a safety plan.”
Is what you would’ve said to her. But all that came out of your mouth was
“you don’t know them like I do”
Soon Rafe comes up drowning in shopping bags.
“A little help wouldn’t hurt,” he says trying to balance 10 bags.
You all are sitting in the ferry, you and Rafe are sitting together while Sarah on a different side. Rafe is scrolling on his phone while you’re looking into the harbor.
You get up to find Sarah, you couldn’t let the day end without having one last conversation.
“Hey Sarah” you greet as she looks up from her phone.
“Hey y/n” she smiles
“I just want to say it was spending the day with you. You’re really cool and like the best and worst person to shop with” you both giggle “and I wanna thank you for listening to me, I gunesilly like the advice you gave me. I can admit I’m scared of confronting them and we both have a good idea of what would happen if I do, but I just can’t help but feel torn between these two worlds.” You confess.
“Do you love Rafe?” She asks
“I’m mean we’ve been seeing eachother for like almost 5 months, it’s too soon-”
“Do you love Rafe?” She asks one more time.
“Yes” you sigh “But please don’t say anything-”
“Im not going too. But if you love him you should be with him. It’s not them who are kissing Rafe it’s you.”
“Yeah you’re right. They should be happy for me, I’m always there when jj survives night surfing or when Kiara ‘got her revenge’.” you and Sarah smile
“But if all goes wrong you got Rafe and me. i can agree today has been a wonderful day and if there is more of this in the future.”
“Enough with me, I've heard you have a little thing with Topper huh? Spill!” you asked Sarah who had faint blush on her cheeks.
“Well i guess you can say we're official, Topper’s sweet and kind. He's not like the others who always want more.” she said playing with her fingers.
“Aww you're blushing!”
“Whatever, but sometimes he just feels like, i dont know. Clingy?”
“Oh tell me about it, the first month with Rafe he wouldn't keep his hands off of me, always spamming me with stupid memes” you began blushing.
“But once time passed we got more comfortable, our friendship grew. he was and is my best friend now. Sometimes we fight like friends too but at the end of the day we still have each other”
“I want what you and Rafe have, i hate to admit it but I'm jealous of him. Never repeat those words to anyone.” she pointed her finger at You “You guys are like perfect!” she groaned
“I wouldn't say perfect but maybe with time you and Topper will be your perfect.”
“Yeah but, i dont know. Like he's great and all but-” she made a face no boy would understand but only a girl would.
“You just don't want it with him.” you finish for her.
“Oh god, am I a bad person?” she says laying her head on the ship wall.
“No no, you just know what you want. If you lead him on that's a mess you don't wanna clean up.”
You looked at Sarah and she had a very unfaithful look.
“But you never know, maybe one day you'll feel something that makes sense you know? Like he's the one.”
“With topper?”
“With anyone. I knew it with your brother when he randomly picked me up and surprised me with the perfect date. He got my favorite flowers, went to my favorite dinner, he for everything write and I didn't tell him a thing.”
“So he just knew”
“Yeah, he knew” just as you finished, you turned too see Rafe walking up to you guys.
“There's my girl,” he says placing a kiss on your forehead and handing you a Cherry Coke he got from a vending machine.
“Ugh that is what I mean!” Sarah complains
“Just give it time, you don't have to worry about love right now you're just 16. ‘Got your whole life ahead of you. It can be now, next year, hell even next week.” you sat giving her a hopeful smile.
“What is she whining about now?” Rafe jerks his head towards his sister.
“Boy stuff” Rafe fakes gagged.
You and Sarah shared a small side hug.
You guys sat together the whole ride back
Never in your life, did you expect to be this close to the Camerons.
Sarah was refreshing, she wasn't silently judging, she understood your jokes, she cared about what you had to say, didn't laugh or call you a pussy for showing your emotions. You both were excited for back to school season (for the shopping only though) and even planned study dates. all the guilt washed away.
Sarah was now one of your closest friends, spilling deep secrets, cracking jokes, endless selfies.
Now you guys are in Rafe's truck, he's driving you home with the gifts he got you and your mom (obviously she loves him)
You get out of the truck, Rafe following behind grabbing your bags. Before you shut your door Sarah says goodbye.
“Remember sleepover next weekend alright? Don't let Rafe take you away.” she smiles as you say your goodbyes and shit the door.
Rafe puts the bags in your room also saying his goodbyes and hello to your parents.
You slide into your duvet covers, scrolling through your massages and finally replying to your friends after such a good day, even meeting your new best friend.
Who knows? Maybe next week you and Sarah will be buying matching jewelry. Let's just hope the pouges dont get suspicious.
Summary: summer fling with Rafe. Your typical kook vs pouge war but what if instead of gold it was love?
Obx masterlist
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You pulled into the Tanny Hill driveway, you parked leaving your sleeping bag and stuff in the car because you didn’t know where this night was gonna lead.
You planned on confronting Rafe, the whole tire thing was absolutely insane.
You starting walking up to the door as Rafe was already waiting for you. He opened the door and greeted you with a bear hug and kiss on your lips.
The mint taste feeling like home.
“Where’s your stuff?” He asks “aren’t you spending the night?” Rafe sounded concerned.
“Maybe, my bags in the car just in case.” You say rubing your thumb across his knuckles.
“Okay come on, I set up a movie in the screening room. Sarah’s gone she’s off with Topper, wheezy at a sleepover and my dad trusts us enough to leave us alone” he smiles leading you to the room.
You and Rafe lay on the gigantic bean bag. One had wrapped around you and the other using the remote.
“Okay we can watch scream, mean girls, don’t worry darling-”
“Don’t worry darling.” You say without even considering the other options
“Alright should’ve know, Harry styles is in the movie….” He sighs giving you a tight squeeze.
You guys are into the movie, Rafes eye are glued on the screen and you’re deep into your thoughts.
You and Rafe have being a “thing” since April.
Never in your life you would be in a situationship with the kook king, Rafe Cameron.
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—flashback—
You're a pouge yourself, working as a bev cart girl at the golf course. The job is easy and the tips are ever better. Tipsy old men with a girl in the skirt is like the money-mouth emoji.
That were you met Rafe of course.
You were covering for your other employee, she was over 21 and she could actually handle the alcohol legally but some how the mangers didn't care that one day. You were doing your loops and happened to meet your best tippers, who usually have $20+ they were easy in a way, but not that day.
"Look it's our favorite doll!" The oldest one said.
"Good to see you too Mr.Adams!" you say with a fake smile plaster on your face.
"Honey, what did I say call me Paul!" Mr Adams said playfully.
"Okay Paul, what would you and these gentlemen like today?" You said getting out the cart and pulling open the coolers.
"Arnold Palmer, needs some of his luck if I wanna win this bet with Andrew" Mr Adams winked
"throw in a splash vodka too"
As you began pouring the vodka Mr Adams kept saying "a little more..."
"Might as well made it a longgg Island" you joked earning fits of chuckles from the tipsy men.
"I'll take a beer" Andrew aka Mr.Gage asked
"And I'll get your number sweet heart" the bald one said checking your ass out.
You pulled it down praying there was gonna be no breeze to help fill out his fansistes. You gave them their drinks about to turn around to enter your cart as the bald one grabbed your wrist.
“I didn’t get what I ask for.” He said leaning in with the smell of wiskey heavy on his breath.
“Sir let me go.” You said with your head down trying to fight your wrist back.
The other men were laughing, sipping their drinks watching their friend miserably hit on you.
“Darling I’m not gonna ask you again.” He said squeezing tighter.
You were about to risk them seeing your paintes to kick this bald bitch in the dick but right before you could lift your leg the man fell right in front of you with a grunt.
As you watch him go down you saw an another dude behind him, and that being Rafe Cameron.
He had a golf club, which you connected that he hit him with. You can see the mark of dirt and grass on the back of his shirt.
“You want another one?” Rafe said looking down at the man as he turned to face him.
But all he could hear with groans, the man bareley being able to get a word out.
“I’m not gonna ask you again.” He ordered.
And with that Rafe slammed the golf club right between his dick. Barely hitting it but enough to scare him.
He yelled as he rolled down the hill as his friend run away.
“I’ll make sure you never set foot in this club, or any club on this island again.” Rafe yelled at them.
You shook your head trying process what just happened, or what could’ve happened. Your legs shaking from the thoughts and your arm being red from the “man's” grip.
“Are you okay?” Rafe asked.
You heard stories of the boy, him being played as this big scary guy from Jayj and the fights you heard involving your friends and others.
“Um yeah I guess, thank you Rafe.” You said avoiding eye contact. You didn’t want him to see the tears building up in your eyes.
“Hey kid.” He said lifting up your chin to see the tears spilling down your cheek. “Here let me help you in, I’ll drive you back to the house, we’ll get your stuff and I’ll take you home.” Rafe offered as he guiding you to the passenger seat of the cart.
As he got in he started the cart slowly driving. Whiping the melted mascara, trying to get yourself together before you have to face your manager.
“You know their names right?” Rafe asked as he looked over at you.
“Uh yeah all of them except the one that grabbed me.” You said trying not to cry again.
“It’s alright I bet you $100 I’ll get it within the next 30 minutes.” He said with a small laugh trying to ease the tension.
“Thank you Rafe, if you didnt get there in time I would’ve had to kick him, giving them the view they wanted” you said with a breathy laugh wiping the rest of your tears.
“Would’ve been one hell of a kick girl!” He said placing his hand on top of yours.
In a way it felt comforting, scary cause you barely knew the kid but he wasn’t a complete stranger.
Soon you were in the passenger seat of his truck, and with a $100 bill in your pocket from the bet he made.
“Can’t believe you got them banned practically everywhere.” You said with a small laugh.
“Oh and they donated 100k to the club all together too. And here’s your tip” He smiled to himself handing over $520 in bills.
“Snagged them from their wallets” he said giving you a wink.
“I’m not even gonna ask,” you scoff in amazement counting the cash.
He’s driving along the beach to the side of the island he swore to never ever to be on. The sun was setting creating a warm ambiance with “3005” by childish Gambino playing from his playlist.
“Great music taste” you complement trying to change the topic.
“Mmm thanks, I take pride in it.” He hummed “you listen to childish gambino?”
“Um the one and only Troy Barnes ? Yes I do girl” you giggle.
“I love the community, it’s so good. I haven’t done my annual rewatch yet.” He said taking a quick glance at you before focusing on the road again.
“Omg me too. Although I can never get myself to finish season 6 because it’s just boring without Donald glover and the problematic old man.” You say looking out the window watching the sun set.
“You have to come over and watch it soon. We can have a little watch party” Rafe offers as he pulls into your neighborhood.
“Yeah I’ll like that.” You say locking eyes with eachother.
Soon he parks into your driveway. You began unbuckling before he speaks up.
“So you’re down to come over one day? Netflix and chill or what not.” He laughs with blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Yeah it’s a date” you say with blush now matching you both.
“Hey I wanna thank you again. I genuinely don’t know what I would’ve done without my knight in shiny golf club” you joked
“Don’t sweat it, besides I’m glad you’re okay y/n .” He said nudging your shoulder as you let go of the seat belt.
“So are you gonna give me your number or…” you joked.
“Oh yeah yeah my bad. Here type yours in” he said handing you his phone.
As you enter it you hand it back.
“What emoji you want by your name ?” he ask trying hard not to have you go.
“A princess would be nice ‘cause you were my prince today.” You give a dopey smile to him.
“Perfect.” He said entering it in before turning his phone off.
The car is filled with silence with his music barely being able to fill your ears.
He looks at your eyes before going down to your lips, you also doing the same.
Next thing you know they’re a warm touch on your lips. And your hands are tangled in Rafes hair.
You break the almost minute long kiss, you have to enter your house at some point.
“Thank you Rafe.” You said before your open the door.
“No thank you y/n. I’ll text you when I get home” he said as you shut the door.
He watched you enter your home before driving off home.
You run into your parents on the couch.
“What are you doing home, I thought you didn’t get off till 7?” Your mom ask
“They let me off early ” you say as your enter your room.
You lay in bed thinking about the eventful night.
Screw the bald man, you just made out with Rafe fucking Cameron.
— end of flashback—
Ever since that day you have been so grateful for Rafe. Even though you guys aren’t exclusive you both knew better not to touch another breathing thing.
He was a sweetheart, to you at least. He always payed for the food, little (big) gifts here and there, sleep overs ever weekend, driving you to world, picking you up from work, hanging out after work.
You two were inseparable.
It was fun behind doors, but the second you were with the rest of the pouges you were nothing more.
Him and his on going “war” with John b and jayj for no reason other then social class. He would call the others out with names and insults laced with venom but never said a thing to you. He couldn't even find the words.
One time he called jayj white trash and made fun of John b for having a dead dad, them literally millimeters away from a fight before you called him out for being obsessed with them, throwing in a gay joke.
He looked at you with soft eyes before throwing a small insult to throw the rest off.
“Okay princess, go make tips with your boobs.” he said leaving everyone confused for the “insult” he threw at you.
And with that he left without a fight.
“Okay so I get called a slut and you get called out for boobs?” kie said offended watching the boy walk away.
“I mean she does have nice boobs…” jayj whispered before Pope smacking the back of his head.
You giggled at the old memory,
But the feeling of guilt washes over you.
Rafe and his buddies always messing with the pouges, you’re bestfriend. The name calling with bruises and vandalism to prove it.
Where does your loyalty lie?
Rafe perks up with the sound of your giggles
“Okay are your giggling at her being crush by glass walls right now?” he asks
“No no it's something else.” you say looking off to the side.
“Actually pause the movie, I wanna talk about something” you say as he grabs the remote.
“Uh okay, so what's up.” he ask with thoughtful eyes.
“So I know we've been sneaking around for a while now-”
“Well I wouldn't call it sneaking around, you've met my parents and vise versa” he said with a nervous laugh
“Yeah i guess but our friends Rafe. If mine find out about us I don't know what they would do”
“Why do you care what they think?” he ask
“Cause you just ruined Kies car…”
“Well she deserved it”
“What did she even do?? We were just having pizza for crying out loud.”
“Oh didnt know jj was pizza…” Rafe mumbled under his breath.
“Oh so this is about jj.”
“I’m just saying if he wasn’t all up on your the night wouldn’t have ended like this!”
“First of all, nothing happend, second of all if it was jjs fault why did you destroy Kiara’s car!”
“Like she couldn’t get it fix, she a kook too you know!”
“You slashed her ties Rafe! Money or not that’s still a despicable thing to do?? She’s completely innocent and she’s never did a thing to you yet your terrorize her? How would she ever react if I tell her? ‘Oh you're fucking y/n? Okay that's fine u forgive you for the slut shaming and destroying my car yay!!’ is that what you think she'll do?” you argue.
“Well if they're the real friend you claim they are they wouldn't care! They'll be happy ur happy!!” he said back
“And Jj? The bruises he has on his back won't disappear the moment you come out hand in hand with me.” you say
“Why who you care what jj would think huh? I see you guys all up on eachother especially after today. What do you think that makes me feel? Seeing you all touchy touchy right in front of my eyes knowing I can’t do a thing about it!” He
“He wiped fucking sauce of my face Rafe.” You say
“I see the way he looks at you! He’s totally into you he’s like a 12 year old, practically drooling over you! Every time I come around you guys he steps in front of you, guarding you from me always with some time of body part on you. Every time I look back after I leave he’s giving you hugs or some bull shit.”
“Is this really about jj Rafe? He’s my bestfriend, brother even! We grew up together and hes seen and been physical with you of course he’s gonna get protective!” you say ruffling your hair
“Rafe are you jealous of him?”
“What? No, no he’s a pouge, he has nothing against me. I-I can practically buy him if I wanted too.” He said
“Screw them you're happy with me alright?” he said trying to change the subject.
“Rafe we aren't even-” you didn't even know what to say. Together? He sure acts like you can't sit by a guy especially at a party.
“What y/n? Official? Dating? Cause these past 3 months have been nothing but perfect for me!” Rafe said trying to make you feel bad.
“Thats the thing Rafe! I wake up in your bed then end the night talking shit with the pouges! Thats not normal, healthy! It's far from perfect can't you see that?” tears began to well up in both of your eyes. “You can't even call me your girlfriend.”
“We can never have a sweet date that doesn’t involve me ducking under a table or you hiding in the bathroom Rafe. We always have to have a small dinner or another movie marathon at Tammy hill, I just want at least a peaceful day at the park or the board walk.” you cry.
“Belive me y/n i want too, do you know how many girls never make it to tannyhill? Only the back seat or a trashy motel room.” he said
“Oh thanks for that image-” you say as your getting up from the bean bag
“Y/n stops that's not what I'm trying to say.” He huffs trying to collect his tears, grabbing your hands into his.
“The moment I first saw you, you were surfing with jj. It pissed me off that you were with him out of all people. but then my eyes landed back on you and all that anger went away. I wish I could explain it, how I feel. You're the only person I find tolerable in this world. When we first officially met on the golf course, the circumstances obviously could've been better” he said with a small laugh
“But you and me sitting in my truck, driving you home felt so, normal. Like it was meant to be. It felt like I've done it a million times even though I was so nervous. If you get what I'm trying to say y/n is that I like you. I want you in my life, as a friend, girlfriend or even the Bev cart girl. But I really hope you take the girlfriend title”
“Rafe….”
“Y/n these 3 months have meant everything to me and I hope for many more. Y/n will you be my girlfriend?
“But the pouges-”
“Screw them, this is about you and me princess” he said looking for something in your eyes.
And it was lust.
You smash your lips onto his, hands tangled into each other hair.
Rafe pulls you onto his lap letting his hands roam all over your body, slowly trying to get your shirt off.
As you began shifting on his lap to tease the poor kook, he starts sliding his hands underneath your shit cupping your breast.
“Let’s take this upstairs yeah?” Rafe offers in between kisses.
“Aren’t your parents up there.” You mumble with your lips still on his.
“Guess we just have to be quiet huh princess?” He says cupping your face, soon getting up.
As you guys walk out the screening room he picks you up bridal style causing fit of giggles.
Finally in his room he puts you on his bed towering over you once again starting a make out sesh.
—flashback—
Rafe and you were on the beach, walking along the sunset after you first date.
You guys went to an arcade in on the mainland so none one can spot you guys.
The date was fun, you never knew this side of Rafe or Rafe in general. The Rafe who let you win in air hockey, who helped you make baskets in basketball, the Rafe would spent all of his tickets on a stuff animal for you.
Everything the pouges describing him to be was far from this Rafe.
Did they have the right to say all those nasty things about him? Yes 100% but you never had it happen to you. The worst thing he’s ever done to you before this whole relationship happened was dirty looks, he never once said or did anything bad to you.
In a way you felt terrible, you were betraying your bestfriends. Yes you felt guilty, but boy were you in love. You hate to admit it, being in love let alone being in love with Rafe Cameron.
One kiss and you instantly metled.
The first being shared in the beach, where you and Rafe went after the ferry ride back.
It was a beautiful May sunset, the weather was finally warm enough for shorts on the beach. Obx winters felt way longer than anywhere els.
You were walking hand in hand with the stuffy you got. Rafe was sharing small stories of from his childhood.
“And so when Rose came out the bathroom she had hot pink hair and very orange skin! She looked like one of those troll dolls from the 90s.” He said laughing.
You guys then sat in a rock, in the between the long grass and daisys sprouted around.
“I remember this one time I manage to actually pull of a prank on jj” you laughs to yourself recalling the memories, Rafe tensing at the boys name but you never noticed.
“I blew up a shit ton of ballon’s and cut open a mattress and replace the insides with ballon’s and I also did it too his pillow. So I know jj jumps onto the bed everytime so the night when he went to sleep I was in the living room and we all heard the big pops and a uncanny high pitched scream from jj.” You say completely losing it.
“Oh so you’re one tough cookie huh?” He said playfuly while you trying to collecting yourself.
“Honestly I didn’t think it would work” you say looking at him.
You guys sat on the rock, waves crashing and the sunset creating the perfect warm atmosphere.
Rafe look down to your lips, you looking at his. His eyes looked into yours asking for permission without saying a word, you nodded and he started to move in closer.
You connected your lips with his.
The kiss sent electric waves downs your spine. Nothing els really matter, everything that once clouded your mind just melted away as you melted into him.
The taste of mint and lemonade.
The kiss was semi short, you both didn’t wanna part but the look in yours eyes made it seem worth it. Rafe swore he could’ve seen stars in yours eyes.
That was the first kiss of many.
Who knew mint could be such a sweet flavor.
— end of flashback—
You’re clothes are fully off, Rafes on top sliding two fingers in and out of you
“Taking my fingers so good Baby” he teased.
His favorite thing has to be fingering because he can’t get over how pathetic it is that you are clenching over practically nothing.
“More Rafe” you can barely get out. now with 4 fingers in.
Rafes pumping back and forth, lips on your breast sending chills down your spine.
As you get tighter and tighter Rafe takes note that you’re about to finish so he picks up his face and tugging on your nips to get you there quicker.
You let out whimpers trying to hold in your moans.
“Such a good girl.”
As you finally reach the first orgasam for the night you quickly grab Rafes free hand covering your mouth muffling the moan.
“Fuck Rafe” you say as he flips you guys over with you now on top.
You send trails of kissing down his body, grabbing his hard dick sliding your fingers over the tip.
“I’ll never get over how pretty you look like this” you say as you staring going up and down his dick looking him in the eye.
“You should see my angle babe” he soft chuckles, buckling his hips.
“Needy” you say putting the lip in your mouth.
You’re head going up and down, trying to take his length in one hole. Reaching the tip you swirling your tounge on it looking up up Rafe that has a smirk on it watching you.
Your hands cupping his balls as Rafe throws his head back.
“Mhmmm fuck y/n” Rafe placing a hand on top of your head slowing pushing down.
“I wanna hear you.” He said as your start gagging.
Deep and deeper you get him both turning you on even more.
You press your legs together as his breathing starts getting more intense.
Before Rafe can finish he pulls you off, yanking you on him before putting it in.
“Remember not too lound princess.” He starts lowering you into his cock. The tip so red its pulsing.
You start to slide down his dick, your body feeling like it’s the first time again.
The way he stretches you out making your brain go numb.
“Oh fuck-” you say as your barely on it.
“Come on princess you can take it, you’ve done it before” he said as he guides your hips.
You moan as you completely take him in. Your hips connect to his, you take a minute to let your body adjust.
Soon your start moving up and down
The feeling of your tight pussy making Rafes mind go haywire.
The slow pace wasn’t enough so Rafe starts bucking his hips into you trying to make you go faster and taking note you did.
Rafe watched as your tits bounced, his hand reaching for your nipples as he begins to twist them.
Your moans being made into whimpers
The feeling of Rafe pelvis hitting your clit makes you go faster, the way his tips perfectly hitting your g spot.
But his length makes is tiring.
“Rafe help.” You pled.
Rafe lifs you up by your waist as he begins pounding you himself.
“Love it when I fuck you huh baby?” He says as he pounds you.
You’re knees began to weak as the familiar sensation that overtakes your body.
The way Rafe easily slides in and out, him being inside you feeling so normal. Like his dick was meant for you. Always surprised how it’s able to fit.
As you grab one of his pillows to drown out the moan messing he’s leaving you in, the tighter you get the more fast he is.
“Rafe..” you gulp as your legs shake.
“I know baby, cum with him.” He grunts.
You free a hand and begging rubbing your clit in fast circular motions, throwing the pillow to the side.
You bit on your lips to hold in the moans so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if they were gonna be bruised later.
Soon enough you reach your climax, legs shaking and giving up on as aquejen on Rafe as he shoots his load in you.
Both in sweaty and hot you fall into him.
Nothing if your body’s conlasping on the king size matress bento you.
You roll off of him trying to catch your breath, with him doing the same with grunts in the middle.
You look at him admiring the high he gave you before he also turns to look at you.
You let out a little giggle before he pulls you in laying together.
“Are you still jealous of jj now?.”
“Oh shut it.”
-time skip-
You wake up in the king size bed if Rafe, the sheets smelling like him.
As you turn to reach for the boy you're met with nothing.
You began to grab your phone, as you reach for it there's a note
Ran out for breakfast princess, your clothes are in the dresser.
You turn to look around a spot a brand new dresser you've never seen before. How the hell did you miss that.
Hope you like it, it has a built in jewelry storage :)
Damn you Rafe. Time like these you wished your friends saw.
You get up and throw a shirt on that you found on the floor.
You open up the drawers you see he organizated it himself. On the top is your undergarments, then tops, bottoms and PJs (the clothes you took from him)
You grab a pair of clothes which included a new Victoria secret set and head to take a shower.
As you stand under the waterfall showerhead, you can't help but what your friends are doing right now.
You grab the Redken shampoo Rafe bought and lather your hair. The only way you could afford it is if you bought it at tj maxx.
Soon you're out, you change and as you began brushing your teeth you get a text.
Rafe 🕶️: Hey just ran into Jj
Rafe 🕶️ : I think we should wait a little longer to break the news
You sigh.
You: Rafe what did you do.
Rafe 🕶️: lets just say he needs to think before he makes a comment on my girl.
Summary: summer fling with Rafe. Your typical kook vs pouge war but what if instead of gold it was love?
Obx masterlist
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Walking through town with jj and Kiara. She's shopping while you and jj tag along, she has midsummer coming up, and even though she thinks it's just fascist bullshit she can't help but love dress shopping, she's just a girl.
You guys are in the 3rd store this afternoon, dress after dress Kiara still can't find the perfect one.
“How about this one?” jj said picking out a random dress from the rack.
“Jj you and I both know that's ugly.” Kiara said with a disappointed look.
“Ugh! I can't seem to find one decent enough dress. I'm gonna lose it.” Kiara said as she swiped through hanger after hanger.
“Why do you need a new dress you have plenty,” you asked walking around looking for a dress
“Because my mom said so, I can't keep wearing the same ones over and over ‘it looks wrong’ and I quote.” Kiara answers.
“And by that she means it looks poor.” you finish for her grabbing a dress from the rack and inspecting it before adding it to your pile.
“I don't blame you but we've been through so many stores and you still can't seem to find one dress.” you throw your head back still looking for a dress.
“Kie why do you even care about this dress, you'll wear it for like not even a few hours anyways.” jj said giving up and sitting on the couch taking his cap off.
“If I have to wear it, it's gonna be perfect.” Kiara said smacking her lips.
“Prech it girl.” you said from across the room.
Finally after 11 racks and 2 stacks of dresses, kie is finally in the dressing room.
“Heres this one, it's only better than the rest.” she said coming out from the curtains with a blue sequin dress.
“I mean it's cute-”
“For prom” jayj finishes your sentence.
“Yeah it seems much for midsummers” you say tilting your head.
“Ugh that's what I thought but I wasn't sure, the rest are as bad!” Kie groans looking at herself in the mirror.
“There's like 2 satin dresses I picked out, try one of those. Girls usually wear simple dresses.” you say laying back on the couch.
“Theres a light blue and purple, which one are we thinking?” she yells out.
“Lights blue” jj said with his face covered by hat.
“Mmm purple if you wear blue you're practiially matching with Rafe” you say looking at the celling unbothered
Until you hear the words Rafe come out your mouth.
“What do you mean matching with him? How do you know what he's going to wear?” Kiara asked popping her head out the curtain confused.
“And you've never been to midsummer too how do you know what they wear?” jj suspiciously asked.
Your eyes widen before you look at your friend on the couch trying not to become flustered before opening your mouth to lie the best you ever could.
“Uh cause kies mom always post a family pic on Facebook and I stalk for fun when Im bored. I see some girls in the background..” you come up with, its true the stalking part so did you technically lie?
“Oh yeah you do I remember when you accidently liked John bs old post” jj laughed at himself.
“You were so petrified even though you were literally sitting in the chateau with him across the room.” jj pushes you in the side.
“Even though he's our friend it's embarrassing when someone finds out you stalk them!” you defending yourself.
“What did you mean by the Rafe thing tho” jayj asked.
“Its blue, Rafe 100% is gonna wear it cause ‘it matches his eyes’ " you said the last part dramatic
“Yeah he is a self observed prick” kie said shutting the curtain continuing to try on dresses.
You sit back in relief, letting out a deep breath after almost getting caught by your friends.
The only reason you knew what he was wearing is because you were there. You helped him pick it out and when he was having it tailored in the living room of tannyhill.
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—flashback—
You and Rafe were riding on a ferry on the way to the mainland. You were wearing a sundress with him in a matching polo shirt and khakis, both in ray bans he'd bought you.
He said his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he talked to you about the times he's snuck out and come to the mainland with him and his boys, with fake IDs and college parties they wessled their way in.
“Yeah and then Kelce was hooking up with a girl and then the cops came and we had to run! He got so pissed and yelled out cock blocking pigs!” he said chucking too himself.
You giggling finding the story funny but couldn't help but feel bad as you felt the buzzing of your phone that were obviously texts from your friends you canceled on.
“Whos texing you?” Rafe asked
“Just my friends” you say adjusting in the seat and grabbing your phone from your purse. Seeing notifications of the group chat of the pouches.
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⌞ Pope hitting the Dougie. ⌝
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What does the j stand for: Y/n don't you think we should at least have some kid balloons? Like dinosaurs or shit like that??
Kiki do you love me : its a highschool party.
What does the j stand for: and my birthday.
Hope 🥺: I don't see the problem with silly balloons 😲
Johnathan : I would go for the balloons but its a no for me cause the one jj wants is practically half a case of a beer 🤑
What does the j stand for: just say you don’t love me 🥲
You: I’m on the mainland I’ll buy some for your here. Their cheaper here anyways.
What does the j stand for: AYEE 😘
You: Hate you jay ☺️
What does the j stand for: y/n to save the day once again.
Kiki do you love me: favoritism 🙄
Hope 🥺: he’s just the birthday boy
Johnathan: he's just a girl.
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“Youre gone for a day and their loosing their minds” He says with a smirk hugging you tighter
“Yeah they were planning Jj's birthday party today too. I told them to let me know if there's anything I can do while I'm gone but they said not to worry about it but as you can tell I think they're worrying.” you chuckled to yourself playing with your fingers.
“Jayjs party?” he scoffed “and I didn't get an invite?”
“Its at John bs place and besides even if you did get an invite you wouldn't even go. Thought you couldn't stand pouges” you looked at him
“And yet here we are..” he said before going in for a slow and passionate kiss.
The kiss was sweet. It tasted like mint gum and candy that you both shared. You couldn't lie to yourself, you loved these sweet moments with Rafe but you had to keep reminding you self that none of this was real. None of it was real.
Well it couldn't be anyways.
—end of flashback—
After kie finally picked the dress which was the purple satin one, you guys finally hit up a restaurant for lunch.
You guys sat in a booth and were handed menus by the waiter.
“Should we just get a pizza and split?” you offered
“Sure but we gotta get fries too” jj said looking through the menu.
After a couple of minutes getting your drinks and waiting for the food you guys were talking and jj hogging the fires.
Jj was smiling until the bell jingled and someone came in. He looked up and pure hatred took over his face.
“And look what the draft brought in.” he said throwing his fry in the basket.
You all looked up to see the one and only Rafe walk in. Wearing the Ray bans and his stupid (yet cute) button-up. He looked around and spotted jj, squinting his eyes and then placing a fake smile before coming up.
You groaned and slid down into your seat knowing what was about to come up.
“Ugh what does he want.” kie said giving dirty looks.
“Well well well, didn't know they served anchovie pizza here?” he said with his famous smirk, gabbing a chair and pulling it up.
“What do you want Rafe.” kie spat out
“Well I came for pizza cause its a pizza place..” he said smiling “didn't know pouges would be on my side of the island.” he said with any sign of fake happiness gone.
Him and Kie locked eyes practically having a staring contest.
You spoke up to hopefully ease the tension.
“Rafe I think your pizza is ready.” you said moving your eyes to the pizza sitting on the counter.
His eyes moved to you completely softening, but still had the hate look on his face. Complete whiplash it gave you.
“Didnt see you there princess.” he said looking you up and down.
“Okay you can go now.” jj shewed Rafe away.
“Don't want your pizza getting cold.” kie said.
You rolled your eyes, the typical kook vs pouge shit Rafe pulls. Rafe eyes linger on jj, then kie giving them looks that could kill. Soon he gets uo pushing the chair back, he goes up pays for the pizza. As he waits for the cashier to arrive he turns back around staring at your table.
“God he's so insufferable.” Kie says as the pizza arrives and you all start to dig in.
“Oh you got some sauce on your face princess” jayj says as he wipe the sauce off with his thumb.
Rafe watches jj as he licks his thumb and gets the smallest bit of sauce on your face
Didn't even need a napkin, could've just swiped it off yourself Rafe thinks to himself.
Soon the cashier arrives and handles the transaction. Finishing up Rafe huff out the store with the pizza. he gets to his car slamming the door and handing the pizza to Sarah who was in the passenger seat.
“Jeez what's your problem” she looks at her brother with a judgmental look.
“Those damn pouges.” Rafe talked through trough his teeth staring the truck.
“Let me guess, jj was sitting inside enojing a slice of pizza and minding his own business.” Sarah said smacking her lips.
“And Kiara.” he said looking at staah knowing the name would cause some spark.
“God that bitch.” Now the girl matching his energy.
“Hmm her cars right there…” Rafe said pointing to her blue nissan.
“Toolbox is in the back,” Sarah mentioned slyly.
Back in the restaurant the group of kids were eating and laughing when y/n got a notification. She picked up her phone looking at the Lock Screen.
Apple Pay Rafe 🕶️ sent $150: Get an Uber.
Y/n sighed in her spot, obviously her mood being ruined when another notification came.
Apple Pay Rafe 🕶️ sent $100: More Napkins wouldn’t hurt.
Y/n shocked her head and put her phone back down shaking the thoughts away as she focused on jayj talking about night surfing later.
After an hour you guys finally finshed, you took the bill because with the $250 you now had should be going to the dinner Rafe ruined. Or was about too.
As you all walk out towards the parking lot, you see Kiara’s care with all 4 tires popped.
“That fucking asshole!” Kid said running up to her car looking at the damage he caused.
“Kooks always win.” jj said taking his hat and ruffling his hair
“What the fuck am I gonna tell my parents ?” Yk said bending down and checking her tires.
so that was the Uber was for.
30 minutes later a tow truck and Kiara’s parents are surround the mechanic dude talking about prices and damage as you guys sit on concrete side walk.
“Can’t believe Rafe would actually do this. What would even prevoke him to do damage this bad?” Kie said with her head in her hands feeling completely defeated.
“It’s Rafe, not like he needs any reason to terrorize us. We were just eating pizza man.” jj said laying against the brick wall of the restaurant.
“You guys wanna Uber out of here? I’ll pay.” You offered feeling bad. It felt like your fault.
“No I have to go home, my parents are absolutely are gonna flip out on me.” Kie said closing her eyes whining.
“Jay?” You asked
“Where do you have the money for an Uber?” Jj asked.
“Extra shifts I guess, do you want a ride or not?” You ask one last time.
“Yeah yeah I’ll go with you.” he agreed.
Soon enough you’re in the Uber, you and jj are in the back seat. He’s looking out the window as you text your parents jj was coming over. As you sent the text you grab your sunglasses in your bag and putting them on to block out the sun for a quick nap.
“So where are you getting all this extra cash?” Jj asked suspiciously.
“I work and save up jay. Saving up means I don’t spend my whole paycheck at the smoke shop.” You lied.
“Those are raybans. I thought you said you didn’t like wasting your money on materialistic stuff” he asked pointing to the glasses.
“They were on sale, and besides I can't own at least one nice thing jj?” you say avoiding eye contact.
“You picked up the whole check and now the uber-”
“Jj enough! I don't feel like being integrating by my own best friend. I work okay? I save up and am able to have these extra things.” you scoffed
“Okay okay chill out..” jayj let go of the topic.
Soon the 20-minute ride to the opposite side of the island's finally came to an end. You and jj got out with him follow you into your house and straight to your room.
“Are you staying the night?” you asked putting your purse and shoes to the side.
“Mhm probably not, I gotta work at the dock early in the morning.” he said grabbing his secret stash of weed and joint paper behide the picture of you and the pouges.
“Your welcome to join me?” he said opening your window and beging to roll a joint.
“No thanks jay” you say crashing down on your bed and opening up insta.
As you scroll through stories you end up on Rafes with him at the country club playing golf with his friends in the morning, then a few drinks, then him and Sarah with a screw driver with fake smiles caption with “🐟🛞”
Confirmed.
As soon as you get off a insta you get a text.
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Rafe 🕶️
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Rafe 🕶️: just saw you viewed my stories
You: stalker
Rafe 🕶️: Whatever, come over tonight and bring extra clothes
You: sleepover?
Rafe 🕶️: yes ☠️☠️☠️
You: mhm alr
You: see you later ❤︎
*Rafe 🕶️ hearted a message*
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You close your phone and turn over to jayj who’s in his own little world.
You began thinking to yourself, are you really gonna let Rafe get away with basically destroying Kiara’s car? And now he’s acting like nothing happened?
These are the moments where your morals stand in line. You know hooking up with Rafe, who all the pouges hate and you can’t blame them.
The sneaking around is fun and the sex is amazing.
It’s completely wrong.
Your typical forbidden love, Romeo and Juliet type shit.
But is it even love?
It’s a simple summer fling, but you know it’s more than that.
summary: becoming parents in toppers parents room.
warnings: smut, alcohol and drugs.
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7:30
The clock read in Rafes truck. Y/n and Rafe were on their way to a Toppers party. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a grey tube top paird with small boots and Rafe with a black t shirt and grey cargo pants with grey dunks.
They soon arrived to the house, colored lights beaming through the window, Travis Scott blasting loud enough you can hear it from down the street.
As Rafe parked in the driveway, he got out opening the door for his girlfriend. Giving her a hand as he helped her down and out the car leading them both inside. They went up stairs meeting up with Topper, Kelce greeting one another. They sat in a more secluded room, with just them and random people in the corner doing lines. They had a bottle passing it around amongst them getting the party started.
"So where's Sarah?" Y/n asked after not seeing her
"She dumped his ass for a pouge" Kelce laughed taking a hit from his vape
"Damn that's tough man. I thought you would've lasted longer than the rest" she giggled while taking a shot.
"With John b too" Rafe added
"Wait isnt his father yk... like.." y/n motioned a knife slitting her throat.
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"Yes he's gonna soon end up like his old man if his friend don't stop tryna start shit." He said with pure venom
“Chill out Topper, beside her lost. You were my favorite, you’re kind, sweet and a hell of a golf player” she praised him
"Thank you y/n i appreciate..." he said looking down twiddling his thumbs
"Hey hey no tears! We're at your fucking party man. You have many girls around take your pick. Get your mind off of her and hella maybe even fall in love." She said rasing her hands
"Yea Top, maybe their drunk enough not to think it though" Kelce told topper earning a hit the back of his head.
“Come on let’s get get shit faced” Rafe said getting up and the rest following him.
They soon joined the party down stairs taking shots with groups of people. Y/n grabbed the pink plastic shot glass filled with Don Julio, and a piece of lime. She tilts her head up letting the tequila slowly go down her throat burning every crevice then sucking the lime between her lips. While Rafe talked with his buddies y/n headed to the kitchen to fix herself a drink. She grabbed the Malibu bottle took a shot for herself put at least 4 in a red solo cup, then added 1 part pineapple juice and another part cranberry making a “pink pirate”.
She headed to a different room, filled with random strangers until the alcohol sets in. After she finished her drink she was finally buzzed, she started dancing with the girls hyping each other up and cracking drunk jokes soon become party besties. The smell of weed and alcohol filled their nose and the strobe lights, smoke, and alcohol affected their vision. Everyone in their fantastical drunken haze.
A couple minutes passed by and Rafe realized y/n wasn’t in the room, so he left and went to go find her. He searched room from room soon finding her on the 1st floor next to the kitchen. He spots her with girls he did not recognize as her friends. Y/n was grinding up on one of them her hands through her hair and eyes closed smiling feeling the rhythm. He watched her closely making sure there wasn’t anything too crazy going on, although he wouldn’t mind watching he knew how drunk y/n was for her to be like this.
His eyes took in every inch of her. The way her breasts slowly were peaking out her shirt, the skirt riding up her thighs with her ass barely out. Her hair fell perfectly on the sides of her face and a drunken smile plastered her face. Her body moved perfectly with the beat of the music, sliding into the other girl's frame, with her hands on y/n hips. If they were both in the right mind state he would be insanely jealous right now.
Y/n starting taking more shots with the girls, he watched as her tounge swiped against another girls shoulder as they placed salt on it, downing her shot following with some juice being poured down her throat by another. Rafe soon joined in, he walked towards his girlfriend grabbing and pulling her by the waist engulfing her in a soft yet heated kiss. The other girls were cheering them on offering him a shot. One of the girls grabbed the shot shaker and made y/n lean back before dumping a bit on her boobs. With that, he did what she did.
He looked at her with lust in his eyes, sending a smirk before putting his face down on her breast. He kissed them before sliding his tongue slowly across them licking up the salt. The feeling of Rafes mouth touching her sent goosebumps down her body like a little virgin. He soon downs the shot like water, demanding another doing it all over again.
Soon the whole room goes back to their little dance party after many shots. Rafe and Y/n dancing together, chest to chest with y/n grinding on his leg. His hands on her ass holding her against him as they star at each other with a playful smirk plastered on Rafes face. He starts kissing her going down to her neck leaving small bites that will definitely leave a mark for her to cover up tomorrow. Y/n tugging his hair with his face deep in her neck, his breath and wet kissing making her let out small groans out her lips.
He lets go soon letting her dance freely. He gets a hold of a blunt, and join a group of dudes in the corner talking about their sports and their cars and guy things while their girlfriends dance with each other.
But Rafe could not stop staring as his girl. The way her body flowed with the music, her ass grinding on another girl, the way her hair fell on her face perfectly and her sweat made her body glisten as the lights hit her.
Y/n looked up locking eyes with Rafe. The stone cold look on his face that was pleased yet with a hint of jealousy. Y/n grabbed the girls hands and touched her body, guiding the hands all over her. Eyes locked with Rafes. She smiled while his jaw clenched while he smiled.
Soon the other guys staring paying attention to the two girls, borderline porn fantasies playing right in front of them. One of the dudes managed their way behind the other girl so now it was 3 of them grinding eachother. They soon passed y/n a shot and placing the salt once again on the girls breast. Rafe watched the scene unfold as the boys and girls watched in hunger with more cheering with the song One Call by Rich Amiri playing in the room. Y/n downed the shot like it was water and her tongue latched on the girl as she threw her head back with a moan.
Rafe walked up to y/n spinning her around grinding on her as they all continued to dance. Their bodies melting together and their hands intertwined. Rafe sent small kisses behind her ears as his hands were between her thighs.
“Let’s take this somewhere else yeah?” Rafe whispered into her ear.
“Mhm baby.” Y/n slurred out.
Rafe led them out the room. Y/n followed behind hand in hand as they went up the stairs. Rafe walk into the master bedroom locking the door behind them. Immediately y/n laid down as Rafe walked over towering over her as she giggled.
“Come here pretty boy” she said as she pulled him by his shirt between her legs.
Wasting no time Rafe staring pulling down his pants as they kissed while y/n pulling off his shirt. She threw it to the side as he pulled her skirt up, ripping her panties off.
“I’ll buy you news ones doll.” He said as he pulled off her top throwing it with his clothes.
He took his fingers placing them on her clit, in the letter “R” motion. At first, when he started doing it y/n thought it was impractical but she soon find out it was the perfect clit and lip convo.
Kissing with moans in between as y/n starting to grab his dick stroking up and down. Begging with her hips as she bucked them into his hands.
“What did I say about using your words kid.” Rafe said in between kisses.
“Mhm I know sorry Rafey” she said as she was being stimulated with his hands.
Rafe put two fingers in without earring warning to tease her for his dick.
Going in and out feeling her juices and her walls clenching over his two “small” fingers.
“Mmm baby please” y/n barley let out.
“Baby please what ?” Rafe asked playing dumb
“Baby please,” she said in between moans, throwing her head back so deep into the feeling her his finger being able to reach her g spot hitting it perfectly.
“Fuck me Rafe.” She finally got out.
Rafe immediately took his fingers out, grabbing his dick not even taking his time. He shoved his rock hard dick into her.
Feeling her tight all around him like it was their first time sent him over the edge. He was starting to go at a slow pace trying to tease her but soon found it impossible.
Going at a medium speed, both in a moaning mess. Y/n nails digging into Rafes back as he pounds into his girl.
Soon enough y/n gets richer and tighter around him.
“Rafe Im close.” She says between moans.
As with that, he started doing faster. Hitting her g spot harder and harder with each thrust. Groaning with the pressure on his tip.
Him also reaching his high. As y/n finally finishing Rafe keeps going faster. Y/n knows he’s about to cum so she starting rubing her clit getting off just by the looks of Rafe completely pussy drunk.
The way his bangs fall in his face and the sweet beads all over his body. The smell of beer and sex fills the room.
With each thrust getting sloppier y/n wraps her legs around Rafe. Bet fingers get faster and faster reaching her high as she feels Rafe twitch inside her.
“Finish in me.” y/n says
and with that he did. Both finishing together as their juices mixing together inside her pussy.
Rafe falls right beside y/n, both catching their breaths.
A couple minutes later they finally got their clothes on, cleaning up in the connected bathroom.
As they walk open the door they are meeting with Topper.
“Did you guys just have sex in my parents bed?”
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Didn’t think smut was this hard to write as a virgin.
summary: “VICTOR, YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS!?” Type fic.
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I was sitting on my bed scrolling through TikTok when Rafe texted me.
“Be ready I’m picking you up at 6.”
“And for what can I ask?” I responded
“It’s a surprise peach”
Rafe came up with that nickname when I was over one day and I accidentally drank the rest of his peach juice.
“Okay okay see you then :)”
With the time being 5:38, I get up and put on denim skirt and white halter top with little blue flowers on it. I grab my Uggs cause they’re cute and comfy and I put my vanilla perfume. I get my purse and make sure my lip gloss is in it and soon I get the text that my bae has arrived. I love calling Rafe bae cause he hates it.
“Mom I’ll be back, I’m going out with rafe!” I call out from the stairs.
“Okay honey, be home before 10 please!” She calls out from her office.
She absolutely loves Rafe and luckily she trust me and him enough to let me out without asking anything. And with her having my location on 24/7
I shut the door behind me and I walk to the black truck in my driveway. I see Rafe standing right by the passenger door with his dopey smile plastered across his face.
“Hey dream boat” I say walking up to him placing a small kiss on his lips.
“Hey hey? That wasn’t a kiss come one give daddy a real one.” Rafe said earning a laugh from me before pulling me in by the waist completely smashing his lips on mine.
“That was sweet but you’re eating me Rafe.” I joke with him.
“Oh so with that hurtful joke, I don’t think you deserve these.” He said grabbing a bouquet from inside the car.
“Rafe, you didn’t oh my god they’re beautiful!” I saw grabbing them from him and smelling them.
It was a mix of blue hydrangeas with lilies and mums with the perfect amount of greenery . They smelt amazing, like peace which I loved about flowers.
“Blue like my eyes so you think about me every time you look at them.” He somewhat joked.
“I always do Rafe.” I say before planting a small cute long kiss on him.
“Now come on, I’m dying to know what you’ve planned.” I say adjusting the collar of his white dress shirt.
“Okay peach get in.” he said opening the door and letting me in.
After a 15 minutes drive with a quick pit stop for a pizza at dominos, we finally made it. We stopped by the beach putting the car in park and once again opening the door for me.
“What are we doing at the beach? I didn’t bring a suit.” I say while he grabs my hand leading up to the sand.
“We’re not gonna for a swim.” he said.
“You should’ve mentioned the beach, I wouldn’t have picked these Uggs Rafe.” I tell him.
“You know Uggs were actually meant for the beach? They were for surfers” he explains.
“Do I look like a surfer?” I complain.
“Hey I got you to stand in the board once!” He nudged me
After a short walk we are greeted with a blanket that had a basket with lemonade and other goodies. There was 2 easels and some paint supplies along with more flowers.
“Happy date night!” Rafe said as let put down the pizza.
“Rafe this is so cute!” I say as I sit down in the blanket and look at everything he got.
“I did this all myself, thought we deserved a nice cute date to end off the summer.” Rafe said sitting next to me.
“Rafe this is perfect. Thank you.” I said hugging him.
“I got us some paints so we can do a little couples art maybe and some extra canvas for fun but mainly cause I know I’ll mess up.” He joked bringing out all the colors.
“You’re actually the best boyfriend ever Rafe.”
“I know I know. You can pay he back later.” he said with a wink as you nudge him.
“Okay give me a plate I want pizza.”
After your small dinner and some laughs shared with Rafe you finally get to the painting.
“Okay so we can do thumb prints, handprints, kisses, little things that represent us,” Rafe listed ideas as he scroll through Pinterest.
“Let’s do a handprints, something easy and then maybe we can cover it in sand to reminds of us this little beach date.” You offered
“Yeah I like that” he kissed your nose.
“Alright so many kisses today I think you just did this to get some.”
“No no I actually did this for us, but that’s just a perk” Rafe gave another kiss but on your neck and started going down.
“Okay okay! Let’s get to painting!” You giggled due to the friction of his warm lips on your skin.
As you guys finally decided on a paint color which took absolutely forever because Rafe wanted to do blue to match his eyes (once again) but you wanted a sage green because it was nice and calming which was a perfect way to describe this date. Certainly not this relationship yk how Rafe is.
“Okay your hand first cause it’s giant” you as you painted his hand a dark green.
“Hey you love these hands, especially these finger-”
“OKAY. So place it straight don’t make it crooked.” You guide his onto the canvas
“I can do it myself I’m a big boy okay y/n” he said placing his own hand down.
“Okay leave it there for a couple of seconds to get a good print.” You order.
You grab a lighter green to match his and paint your hand. The ticklish feelings and smell remind you of elementary, and the one time Jayj ate paint (not as a dare.)
“Oh that’s a cute color” Rafe said as you put the paint back.
“Okay you can take your hand off now. Longer you keep it, it’s probably gonna dry on there.” You joked.
“Don’t make it crooked.” He said as he grabbed your hand placing it down on the canvas on top if his.
After a couple of seconds you take it off and see the perfect imprints of you and Rafe.
“Aww it’s so cute!” You commented
“Oh now we have to make another, I’m gonna want one too.” He said admiring your art work.
“Here you go.” he said handing you a cup of sand
You sprinkle the sand ontop of the paint making sure to put enough then shaking the rest off.
“Okay now while this drys I wanna paint another.” you say grabbing another canvas.
You decide to paint a turtle on the beach. Turtles are your second animal cause they’re just so darn cute. As you paint, Rafe also decides to paint whatever he is. He has an assortment of colors and he’s just in his own world. As you watch him you can’t help but notice how his tounge pokes the inside of this cheek as he concentrates.
After 20 minutes, you finally have finished yours projects.
“Okay on, one…two…three!” You count down and flip your canvas.
“Oh thanks cute!” Rafe says and you stare as his… maybe pizza?
“Nice…I don’t even know. Rafe what is that?” You say confused.
“It’s a boat!” He says excited.
“Look it’s me and you!” He points to small blobs
“Oh I thought those were olives…”
“Y/n…” he says with a pout.
“Oh come on it’s cute!!!” You say trying to make him feel better.
“Maybe you should just keep to gallery walks instead of making the art…” you pat his shoulder as you both stare as his “boat”
“Your turtles are so good but look at my boat.”
“Rafe calm down it’s fine beside you can always buy classes.”
“But you’re a natural! It’s unfair.”
“Rafe quit it, besides you’re better at other things than me!” You try to cheer him up.
“Like what?”
“Golf”
“Wow lousy golf. Topper is the king let’s face it.”
“Whatever who cares he got cheated on.” You managed to crack a smile from him.
“Beside, you’re an absolutely an amazing boyfriend. My boyfriend.” He turns to look at you.
“Look at this amazing date you planed. And set up all by yourself too. Gotta give yourself props.” You give him a hug.
“Yeah I’m a pretty good man..” he said playfully rolling his eyes.
“My man.”
You guys share another slow and passionate kiss.
“Come on let’s clean this up. You can spend the night at mine.” You offer as you began to throw things into the basket.
“Okay good, I already told my dad I was.” He said as he grabbed the trash and threw it in a bag.
As you guys drive home you play your oldies playlists. You singing along while Rafe learns new songs.
Soon you guys make it to your house. Rafe parks the car and you guys make your way to the front door with him holding the insane amount of followers.
“Wait we never made my painting” Rafe stopped in his tracks.
“Here you can have the hands, I’ll take your pizza boat.” You say handing him his.
“Guess we have to have another date night to make another !! Ugh!” You said sarcastically.
“What a bore.” Rafe plays along.
You guys reach upstairs. Taking a joint shower because Rafe kept insisting on taking one first but you were too tired to wait. You both got the amazing date night, and hot and steamy sex.
