summary: people have always warned you about the girl best friend, should you have listened to them?
characters: john b, reader, the pogues, OC (ayla)
warnings: angst, swearing and i think that’s it?
pairings: at the start is a JJ x reader but it slowly turns into a john b x reader.
they were hanging out too often, always laughing at each others jokes, always touching eachother any chance they got. and it stung.
it stung to see your boyfriend of a few months with his best friend ayla, cuddling on the couch while you sat on the other with john b.
as you scrolled along tik tok, you came across a girl best friend trend where women say how they would react to their boyfriend and his girl best friend, and then it hit you. you were in one of these situations.
glancing over at them two, they are now taking pictures, JJ’s lips are on her cheek while she winks to the camera. hurt.
you sank into the couch and JB looked at you before over at JJ and ayla, he saw it too. the way they looked at eachother, the way they laughed at everything one of them said. and it hurt to see his best friend get hurt like this.
he wrapped his arm around your shoulder comfortingly. you sighed before getting up,
“i’m gonna head home. you coming, J?” he looks at you and then ayla,
“actually i think i’m gonna hang at ay’s house, but call me later, alright?” he kisses your cheek as he walks hand-in-hand with ayla to his car.
“wow,” you sigh, looking at the car drive off.
“i’m so sorry, y/n/n,” john rubs your back, and then pulls you into a hug,
“i’m not sure. but if i was you, and this is completely what i would do, i would talk to him. tell him you’re uncomfortable with how close they are. and if that doesn’t work then it’s bye bye,” he says and you look up at him and nod,
“i’ll talk to him tomorrow,”
the next day rolled around sooner than you had hoped, you had called JJ over and he insisted on bringing ayla but you demanded he didn’t.
he arrived about three hours later after your call, like you told him too.
he walked into the house like he always did, and luckily ayla wasn’t with him. thank god.
“hey babe, what’s up?” he asks, kissing your cheek and sits on your couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
“i need to talk to you-” he cuts you off,
“wait hold on, ayla told me this really funny joke and it’s probably the funniest jo-” this time, you cut him off,
“okay. yeah, J that’s great. but seriously, listen for a minute,” he sits up straight and looks at you, “i’m uncomfortable with how close you and ayla are, you keep blowing me off to hang out with her and i feel like we’re not even in a relationship anymore,”
“are you serious?” he asks, and you nod,
he scoffs, “y/n, she’s my best friend. i’m not going to stop seeing her for you, it’s not always about us you know?”
“yes, JJ i know that, i’m just saying,”
“i mean this is unbelievable! if it were your best friend, you would blow me off to go hang out with them!” he yells
“what? like hell i would, john is my best friend and i have never blown you off to go hang out with him. hell, i can’t even blow you off because you never fucking ask me to go out anymore! it’s always ayla this, ayla that. it’s like you don’t even have time for me anymore!” you now yell,
“fine, you know what? i’m fucking leaving. i’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he picks up his keys and walk to the door, but you follow him and stop at the door,
“okay but if you get in that damn car, we’re done. there’s no more me and you, there’s no more us. i’m done this is over,” you say,
he stops in his tracks for a second, not looking in your eye. before he keeps going and gets in his car.
tears pool your eyes, as you close the door. as soon as your butt hits the couch, you cry out as if somebody had just stabbed you. that boy meant everything to you, you loved being with him, you were in love with him. were. not anymore.
you picked up your phone, looking for the contact of the person you could always count on, john b. on your phone though, his name was shit face, with a picture of you and him with ice cream on your nose.
above john b’s name was JJ’s. or on your phone: JJ <3. you clicked on his contact and edited the name to JJ Maybank.
now holding your phone to your ear, the ringing went on for a few seconds before,
“hello?” you could hear his voice through the screen,
“it’s over with me and JJ, please come over i-i need to be with someone right now,”
you get no answer and instead a hang up, but you knew he was on his way.
a couple minutes later you hear a few knocks on your door, opening it, it revealed john b, with two pints of ice cream, he was smiling while holding them up.
you let him in and you two put on your comfort movie and ate ice cream.
john b had gotten a call halfway through the third movie, and it was kie,
“hey kie, i’m with y/n right now so can i put you on speaker?” he says. you don’t hear what she says but you’re guessing she said yes because JB puts the phone on speaker and then tosses it onto the couch in between you both.
“hey, y/n. i heard about you and JJ, he’s a dick, and talk about downgrade,” she says causing you to smile,
“anyways, pope and i were thinking that we should all go to the wreck to hang out and eat some food,” she tells you and JB looks at you before speaking,
“is JJ gonna be there?” he asks,
“well none of us have invited him yet and we’re not going to now, popes pretty pissed, too. we’ll talk to him another time.”
“okay, we’ll be there.” you say and she says okay before hanging up,
“you sure you want to go?” JB asks and you nod,
“it’s better than being stuck inside and crying, right?” he chuckles at you, “i’m gonna go get ready,”
you throw on your usual OBX outfit, shorts and a t shirt, with of course your maroon bikini underneath just incase you end up going swimming.
“you ready to go?” john b covers his eyes as he walks into your room,
“JB, i’m not naked, but i am ready so let’s go!” you pull his hand and lead him to the van.
you put your favourite cd on, and you and john b’s all time favourite song to sing along to comes on, teenage dirtbag.
“oh yeah, you ready for this y/n?” he nods his head to the music,
“oh please, are you?” you yell back,
“her name is noelle, i have a dream about her, she rings my bell. i got a gym class in half an hour. oh, how she rocks, in keds and tube socks,” you two sing along, “but she doesn’t know who i am.. and she doesn’t give a damn about me..”
here comes the screaming,
“cause i’m just a teenage dirtbag baby! yeah, i’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, listen to iron maiden baby, with me, ooooooh,” you laugh along while belting the lyrics with john b.
soon, you arrive at the wreck and walk in, you spot kie and pope at a table. pope is sat with his back facing you while kie is stood next to it, talking to him,
“what’s up bitches?” JB yells to them,
“hey you, get over here!” kie says while pope gets up and hugs JB, and kie hugs you, stroking your hair.
“me and pope had sex last night,” she whispers in your ear,
“i want all of the details later,” you whisper back.
you all sit down, kie and pope are opposite you and JB.
“have you talked to JJ since earlier?” pope asks, JB sends him a glare and motions to you, but you don’t mind.
“sorry,” he apologises quickly,
“no it’s okay, but no. i haven’t spoken to him, we need space and i don’t think i’ll be talking to him for a while,” you tell them,
“well this is terrible timing then,” kie points behind you.
as you turn around your mouth falls agape, it’s JJ and ayla, he has his arm wrapped around her and she’s leaning into him. he catches your eye and for a split second it looks like he regrets leaving, but then he looks away.
“wow, what a dick,” kie sighs,
“yeah i’ll help you,” JB says and you get out of the booth to let him out, once he does you sit back down.
it’s silence for a while between you and pope before he speaks up,
“hey, look. i’m sorry about you and JJ. he’s a real dick and clearly doesn’t see what an amazing girl you are, he’s missing out, y/n/n.” pope tells you.
“thanks pope,” you smile at him. you look back at JJ and ayla but he was already looking at you, but when he sees you looking he turns away.
meanwhile kie and john b are by the bar getting food for everybody,
“i think nows your chance,” kie tells JB.
“no, i’m not doing it. she’s obviously in a bad place right now, i’d be taking advantage, i’m not like that kiara,” he declines,
“you’re right. you’re just gonna wait for JJ to swoop back in with his charm and let your best friend get heart broken again. no, screw that. you’re gonna let the love of your life get heart broken again,” she walks off, back to the table.
john b ribs a hand over his face before he feels a tap on the back, he turns around and sees JJ.
“JJ,” was all john b could say, he was pissed at JJ for what he did to you.
“why wasn’t i invited, huh?” JJ was clearly pissed,
“because you screwed over y/n, she doesn’t want to see you. and quite frankly, neither do i,” JB walks back to the table and sits back down next to you.
the next few days, you and john b had gotten closer than usual, it was nice to say the least.
you had definitely grown feelings for the brunette, but you didn’t know how he felt because only a few days ago a relationship between you and his bestfriend had ended.
he had invited you over to the chateau, because he needed to talk. shit. did you reveal too much? did he not want to speak to you? would he try to fix things between you and JJ?
you go to the chateau and walk right in, john is sat on the couch with two beers on the coffee table,
“oh hey, y/n. i got you this beer, sit down,” he hands you the beer as you sit down next to him,
“you wanted to talk?” you remind,
“right. yeah, no, um. okay so here goes. i like you. and i-i have for a while, a lot, um and i was uh, i-i was hoping if you maybe, you know? wanted to be a girlfriend, to me, or not. you know? completely your decision,” he chuckles nervously,
“john,” you smile, but don’t say anything else. you pull him in for a kiss. he doesn’t kiss back right away but eventually he does, and it is everything.
you soon pull back and just stare into each others eyes,
“wow, that was,” he says, causing you to blush.
now, a few weeks had passed, you and john b were still together. JJ and you hadn’t spoken, but from ayla’s social media post, they were over. she posted, and i quote “glad i got away, that bastard clearly had eyes for someone else”yikes.
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