Cook’s interest is piqued when an old childhood friend moves in across the street.
Warning: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content.
part seven.
part eight. tiff and jj.
That particular Tuesday, Tiffany Wheeler had walked into class high. More so than was typical. Most of the time when Tiff was high, it wasn’t necessarily noticeable to anyone except those who really knew her. She would just act normal while seeming a bit more subdued, with red, bloodshot eyes at the most, and that would be the end of it. But not today.
Tiff had walked into class late with Effy, and the two of them were, to put it simply, on one. They had split mushrooms and some spliff, and were on another planet entirely. It was the first thing Cook noticed when they walked into the room. The classroom had been dead silent, with everyone silently working on whatever they were working on, whether it was their actual class work, or doodling, or lightly snoring. In Cook’s case, it was staring at the doorway off and on waiting for Tiffany to appear.
And when she finally did more than twenty minutes into class, everyone in their respective group knew that it was going to be an interesting class. For starters, Tiff and Effy both walked into the room stumbling and giggling, something that wasn’t necessarily typical of either of them. The two girls were laughing so hysterically at something when they came in that even the teacher had noticed that they were under the influence of something. But of course, no one actually cared.
Tiff and Effy had taken far too long to sit down, too sloppy and distracted to function in that moment. Their behavior had gotten many different reactions. Katie and Naomi both rolled their eyes. Panda was excited by the prospect of drugs. JJ was somewhat confused, meanwhile Freddie just stared at Effy. But Cook was too focused on Tiff. He couldn’t take his eyes off her; she rarely lost control when drunk or high. Or in general. Her laughter and smiles were something he knew to take advantage of when he got the chance.
James Cook sat in his seat, watching in amusement as Tiff sat half slumped over in her seat in front of him next to JJ, deciding to take out a notebook so as to blend in with the rest of the class, but she just stared at it, not writing or reading or anything. She wasn’t able to at all.
“Psst,” Cook whispered, trying to get her attention. “Psst!”
Tiff was still too busy staring at her empty notebook to notice.
“Psst! Oi! Tiff!” he hissed frustratedly.
Tiffany slowly looked up at him, eyes rimmed with smudged black eyeliner.
“What?” she whispered back.
“Did you and Eff seriously blaze up without me?” he pouted.
“It was girls only,” she remarked.
“Well that’s rude,” he frowned.
But Tiff was already onto the next thing. JJ was next to her, absentmindedly drawing something to entertain his train of thought. Tiff of course noticed it as her eyes wandered.
“What’s that?” she whispered, leaning in.
JJ looked up at her, surprised that she was talking to him. Tiff often hung out with him, Cook, and Freddie, but rarely did she and JJ ever speak to one another separate from the others.
“It’s a frog,” JJ responded quietly. “Or, at least an attempt at one.”
“Do you draw frogs a lot?” Tiff wondered.
JJ had to think about it for a moment. “No. I don’t really draw… I just randomly thought of frogs. I wanted to see if I could do it.”
He stopped for a moment to wonder if he’d been talking too much. He was somewhat comforted by the fact that Tiff didn’t seem to care.
“That’s cool,” Tiff stared. “I think frogs are interesting creatures.”
“Yeah, I suppose they are,” he agreed, genuinely engaged in the conversation. “I think it’s interesting the sounds they can make.”
“I think the poison ones are interesting,” Tiff shared, “Like the colorful ones. The poison dart frogs. I wonder why they call them that. Do they actually shoot poison darts?”
“Can’t say I know,” Jonah Jones thought curiously.
Cook was fascinated watching the two of them interact, wondering if that was how he sounded to people at times.
*****
After school let out, Tiff and Effy went with Cook, Freddie, and JJ back to Freddie’s shed where the boys usually hung out together. Effy was sitting with Freddie, and Cook was sitting on his own, drinking more than anyone else as he watched Tiff and JJ, still talking.
Cook was surprised that they were still having one long conversation about a variety of different topics. He knew Tiff and JJ were both very unique people who were often quiet in large group settings, but he just couldn’t seem to understand how they were still talking.
“I don’t really go out much,” Tiff thought, “It’s easier to just drink at home.”
“Yeah, that’s understandable,” JJ sympathized. “I just wish there was a way I could meet girls… Not that it’d matter anyway, even if I met one there’s no way I’d be able to get anywhere beyond friends, if that,” he admitted with a sad disappointment to his tone.
“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true,” Tiff insisted, taking his hand in a friendly manner.
Cook watched with surprise as JJ just got bashful in response, practically blushing when she touched him, even if it was just to give his hand a squeeze.
“Besides,” she offered, trying to find genuine and truthful ways to help, “Some of my best shags have been friends,” she shared.
Immediately, JJ turned red as Cook looked at her in curiosity, definitely invested. Everyone could physically see the JJ swallowing the hard lump in his throat.
“It’s okay,” Tiff smiled, taking JJ’s hand.
His eyes widened at the comforting gesture. Not only was JJ unsure of how to receive such a kind act of physical affection, he was also extremely confused by it coming from Tiffany Wheeler.
“You’re safe with me, JJ,” she said softly.
“Th-Thank you, Tiff,” he managed, clearing his throat frantically.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she said finally.
JJ nearly had an aneurysm, along with Freddie and Cook, who couldn’t take their eyes off of this fascinating new development. Cook was becoming increasingly jealous, while Freddie seemed to find the situation strange. Effy, on the other hand, watched eagerly. Effy wanted nothing more than to watch Tiff kiss JJ.
“Sorry, what?” JJ blurted out, laughing so as to offset his growing fear.
“I said, do you want to kiss me?” Tiff asked softly, not missing a beat.
“Uh, well, yes!” JJ stammered, “But, is that an offer, or…?”
“Of course it is,” Tiff nodded, slowly moving towards him as she sat on her knees beside him on the couch. “Would you like me to kiss you?”
JJ’s blue eyes were now locked on Tiff’s, completely frozen. He had no idea what to do or say, and frankly, he was afraid one wrong move would wake him from this splendid dream.
“Y-Yes,” JJ concluded, accepting the fact that his first kiss would be with Tiffany Wheeler, in front of his friends, “Yes.”
“Ask nicely,” Tiff smiled.
“Please,” JJ whined, surprising even himself. “Please, please kiss me, Tiff,” he pleaded with her, as Effy grinned, sitting forward in her seat.
“As you wish,” Tiff said softly.
JJ prepared himself, unsure of what to expect. He had expected a very innocent, almost platonic sort of kiss, with the two of them hardly touching; a sweet peck on the lips for the sake of allowing him a first kiss. But what JJ got shocked him. Instead of going the simple route, Tiff swung her leg over JJ’s body, sinking down in his lap as Freddie nearly jumped up out of his seat.
Cook’s eyes widened hungrily as he watched Tiff straddling his friend, hand subconsciously sliding down his lap. He couldn’t believe his eyes. For a moment, the spliff made him question whether any of this was even happening at all. But it most certainly and unmistakably was. Freddie gave in and applauded JJ as he looked up at Tiff on his lap, too stunned to move. Effy was more than entertained.
“Don’t be afraid,” Tiff offered, slowly pressing JJ’s hands, which had been hovering, onto her waist.
He grinned ear to ear with excitement, looking nothing if not grateful.
“Do you want to touch my ass?” Tiff whispered in his ear.
JJ pulled away, nodding quickly. “Please.”
Smirking proudly, Tiff slid his hands down to where he gripped her behind, slowly finding his confidence as his friends laughed and cheered. Tiff leaned in again, equally enjoying the shared moment of pleasure.
“Are you hard?” she asked huskily.
JJ looked petrified.
“Yes,” he confessed.
Tiff nodded, grabbing him by his hair as he felt another warm, tingly sensation, signaling to him that he was enjoying himself.
“Good,” she whispered to him.
He looked right into her dark eyes, his own eyes heavy as he began to pant softly. JJ was beginning to feel overstimulated as she sat on top of him, but in the best way. She could feel him squeezing her ass as he allowed her to sink down on top of him, the both of them feeling each other even through clothing.
“Please, Tiff,” he begged. “Kiss me.”
Before JJ had to say anything else, Tiff pulled him in by the collar of his shirt, pressing a harsh kiss to his lips. JJ was initially stiff, unsure of how to reciprocate, but eventually, he felt his instincts kick in. The kiss was equally rough and loving. Tiff didn’t like to kiss with tongue, but she made sure the kiss was still fully engaging as they shared a series of breathy kisses.
Just as JJ began to feel himself getting carried away, his hands moving up to grope her breasts, Tiff pulled away. At first, JJ was startled and was convinced he’d done something wrong before she spoke.
“Open your mouth,” Tiff instructed.
JJ gulped. He had no idea what was about to happen, but strangely, he relished that feeling. JJ politely opened his mouth, staring up at her obediently. Tiff grinned as she grabbed his jaw and spit in his mouth. Freddie nearly gasped aloud. Effy just smiled, pleasantly surprised as Cook leaned forward, tempted to palm himself over his pants.
“Swallow,” Tiff said calmly.
Nodding quickly, JJ obliged and swallowed, eyes still completely trained on her.
“Thank you,” JJ breathed, as Tiff just leaned forward and pressed another kiss to his lips, a sweet peck on the lips.
“Good boy,” she said, before swinging around on his lap so that she was facing everyone else once again.
As if nothing had even happened, everyone continued with their conversation from earlier before eventually deciding to head out to a pub after Effy, Tiff, and Cook all took more mushrooms. Tiff headed out before Cook and JJ, as Cook stopped her in front of the shed behind Freddie and Effy.
“Tiff,” Cook called after her.
Tiff turned, as Cook pulled her aside.
“Tiffy,” Cook huffed with desperation, “I need a shag. Right now,” he said, about to undo his belt.
“Cook,” Tiff scoffed, looking around in Freddie’s yard, “No.”
“Tiffy,” he protested in a needy manner.
“Cook!” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Fuck off.”
Cook pouted as he ran off after Freddie, leaving Tiff at the shed with JJ.
“Tiff,” he said nervously.
“JJ,” she smiled, her high creating beautiful visuals within the sunlight around him.
“Sorry about Cook,” JJ apologized, seeming genuinely troubled. “He’s… horny,” he offered sheepishly, unable to come up with a better word.
“It’s nothing,” she assured him, “I’m used to it.”
JJ looked at her sadly. “You deserve better,” he offered honestly.
Tiff frowned sympathetically. “I don’t want better,” she admitted.
“But… why?” he wondered, genuinely confused.
“Better’s boring,” she told him, as they walked together. “Besides. I’m not as good as I seem, JJ.”
He tried to find a way to dispute her claim, but as he kept searching for reasons, he began to realize that he didn’t really understand people at all. Especially her.
“Sometimes I don’t understand what makes someone good, and what makes them bad,” JJ said, sounding troubled.
“Sometimes, it just depends on what you want to see,” Tiff offered, before taking his hand. “Come on. Let’s go get drunk.”
JJ knew that when it came to Tiff, he just had to accept this. JJ squeezed her hand as they walked off together.
i think jj’s character development is the most interesting out of any of the gen 2 characters. like this boy stopped letting people make decisions for him, started making his own decision about his mental health, who he wanted to be friends with, started instituting healthy boundaries with him and his 3 best friends, finally found some self confidence, stopped listening to what other people thought about him and just started unapologetically being himself, even if it was considered uncool. he even tried to sort out the love triangle mess and ends up having more insight into it than they all do
