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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Eleven - Star-Crossed Lovers

Word Count: 5.6K

Summary: Just when Aria feels lost and helpless, JJ and the pogues come up with an adventurous rescue plan.

Warnings: Smut, fighting, cursing, chaos, the pogues being batshit crazy, tennis balls and TAMMY!

A/N: Not much guys. Just hope ya’ll enjoy. I’m looking forward to posting part twelve, so just want to give you guys a heads up, I don’t know how long it will take me to post it, but I’ll make sure to write and post it as fast as I can! Sorry for any typos lol. (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show, characters or song in this fic.)

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Romeo and Juliet were star-crossed lovers, whose story ended in tragedy. The two were born to hate each other, but instead they fell in love together. Complete opposites. No one would approve of their relationship. I feel like Romeo and Juliet’s love story is a parallel universe to JJ and I’s love story.

Every day that passed by of me not seeing JJ made my heart ache violently. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I felt guilty for not being able to call or text him, explaining why I haven’t talked to him in almost two weeks. I can’t even imagine what he must be thinking. His worst fear is me leaving him, and I can only hope that’s not what’s going through his head right now.

My father has gone officially crazy. He has taken away all of my electronics, won’t allow my friends to come over, and worst of all, he’s having Rafe escort me to school and back home. He makes sure I have no way of talking to my friends at school. I just want to scream to the top of my lungs every time I have to sit in the same car as him. I’m not even allowed to call my mom and tell her about this ridiculousness. She had to go on this retreat to Africa, to help doctors treat patients. She gets back tonight. I could really use one of comforting hugs and support on my love life.

I wake up like every other morning, with the same routine. Wake up, cry, shower, cry, get dressed, cry, eat breakfast, and oh yeah, cry some more. I stare daggers into my father’s back as he speaks with Rafe. Now, they’re best friends to the end, partners in crime. Mission? Ruin my fucking love life. Rafe approaches me with a bowl of cereal in his hands and a smug smile that’s been plastered on his face for these two weeks.

“You should eat something darling. You look a little pale.” He holds the spoon out in front of me. I scowl at him before knocking the bowl out of his hands, spilling the cereal and breaking the glass in the process. “Get fucked.” I spit. “Now Aria, that’s not very polite of you.” My father scolds me. “Neither are you two getting involved in my love life. Seriously, don’t you guys have anything else better to do?” They didn’t even bother to answer.

“Fucking jerk offs.” I mutter before walking out to the car. I don’t even bother to sit in the front seat. I’d rather jump out of the moving car than sit next to Rafe. “You can’t hate me forever you know?” He looks at me threw the review mirror. “I can and I intend to.” I avoid his gaze. “I only did this for your own good. JJ has nothing to give you. He could never provide for you.” The mention of his name made my eyes sadden. “He has already given me everything I have ever wanted.” “Oh yeah? Like what?” “Love, passion, admiration, respect, loyalty, happiness and confidence.” Rafe just scoffs at this. “Yeah, well tell me when any of that cane buy you anything.” It was my turn to scoff. “He could have nothing but the shirt off his back and I would still love him.”

“I could give you so much more Aria.” I burst out laughing. “You can’t buy my love Rafe. The only thing you can buy, is yourself a penis enlargement and a fucking pair.” I spit. His foot hits the break, launching my body into the seat. “What the fuck!” Before I could even look up at him, he grabs me by the face, squeezing my cheeks. “Listen here you fucking slut. I will not be disrespected by you. You better watch your fucking tone or else I’ll break you down till you’re on the verge of killing yourself.” His voice is laced with sadistic rage. I panic and grab pair of scissors, aiming the tip at his throat. His body tenses.

“If you ever raise a hand to me like that again, I will gauge your fucking eyes with these pair of fucking scissors.” I threatened him, furious by his actions. He reluctantly lets go of my face, and I lay back in my seat. Hostile silence takes over the rest of the way to school. I slammed my door shut, a little too hard, before marching onto campus. I hated how everyone seemed to admire Rafe Cameron, while I despised him with every fiber in my body. Even the teachers have taken a liking to him.

The whole day was a fucking drag, as Rafe eyed me down like a hawk, never giving me the chance to escape. The school day was coming near to an end, which I was excited for. My mom should be home not too long after I get out. The bell finally rings and all the students usher their way out of the classrooms cheering since Spring break has officially started. The halls were chaotic and crowded, resulting in Rafe having a hard time keeping up with me, giving me the perfect chance to run for it. He yells after me as I get lost in the crowd. I scan my surrounding looking for one of my friends whether that would be Kie, Sarah or Charis. I need one of them to tell JJ that I haven’t forgotten about him.

I find myself out front of the school where everyone seems to be socializing. I let out a frustrated sigh as I can’t seem to find any of my friends. Instead I find someone else. For a moment my heart stopped and my breath hitch when I saw a familiar mop of dirty blonde surfer boy hair and ocean blue eyes. There he stood, by the curb with his motorcycle parked. He then catches my eye; the sparks light up in his own and a smile goes across my face.

I don’t hesitate to move my feet, sprinting down the stairs and towards JJ, dropping my backpack along the way. My heart had beaten ten times faster and the butterflies in my stomach had erupted like a volcano. The wind blows through my hair and across my now lit up face. His arms open wide for me, all warm and welcoming, making me squeal. I jump onto him, legs wrapped around his hips and arms around his neck holding him tight and never letting him go. My peers stare at us with shock written all over their judgmental faces. His great big arms latch around me and he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I look up at him to gaze into his eyes for a moment, before our lips crashed together in a passionate, loving and heated kiss. Everyone around us gasps. I missed the feeling of his soft and comforting lips on mine. I missed his tongue caressing mine. I missed his body pressed up against mine. He’s like my own brand of nicotine. I could never get enough of him, always left insatiable, never wanting to stop. We pull away when our lungs are gasping for air.

“I love you.” He declared in front of everyone. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I fucking love you, and I missed you so much.” He rambled on. “I love you too. I’m so sorry JJ. Rafe told my dad about us and everything went to shit from there.” We never let go of each other, too afraid that we’ll lose each other once more. “Aria!” Speak of the devil. We turn to see Rafe marching his way towards us. JJ stands in between as Rafe approaches us.

“Back off pogue. Take your dirty ass bike and get the fuck off our side of the island.” Rafe gets in his face, a crowd of curious on lookers begins to form around us. JJ doesn’t budge, he holds his ground. Rafe grabs a hold my arm painfully. JJ doesn’t react well to this when he shoves him off of me. “I swear to god man, if you ever touch her against her will again, I’ll fucking kill you.” JJ has a hold of Rafe’s collar. “Get the fuck off me! A dirty ass pogue like you doesn’t deserve her. She was perfect till you showed up.” “She was already perfect!” JJ disagreed. “You’re right, I don’t deserve her but god damn it, I love her and I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt her.” I lace my fingers with JJ’s, touched by his declaration. “I’m giving you one last chance to man before I beat the shit out of you.” Rafe threatens, but JJ doesn’t care. “Let’s go babe.” JJ pulls my hand as the two of us are ready to hop on his bike, but I’m stopped when Rafe’s hand yanks my hair causing me to yelp out of pain. I scratch his hand which only seems to piss him off more, when he slapped me across the face, the stinging sensation caused painful tears to burn my eyes. Everyone gasped.

JJ wasted no time to spring into action, punching Rafe right in the face. His nose makes a nasty crunch sound before blood is spilled over his clothes. Before I know it, the two boys are having a full-on brawl and the students are chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!”. Both boys get a few hits in there, that was until JJ is shoved to the ground and Rafe jumps on top of him. I act fast, grabbing my bag before smacking him in the face with it and knocking him over off of JJ, who quickly gets back up. I grab his hand and try to lead him away from the crowd, but we’re stopped by the campus security. The crowd began to disperse as the three of us are restrained.

Rafe had attempted to attack JJ again, but he didn’t get far, due to the security guard grabbing a hold of them again. The three of us are taken into the office, all of us are sitting outside the office as the principal takes our statements along with the police that the school called. The JJ and I sat next to each other, Rafe had to sit somewhere else, while we waited for our parents. That’s when Officer Peterkin walked to the two of us. She looks at JJ. “I called your father. He didn’t pick up son. Is there anyone else we can call?” She asked, her voice gentle and sympathetic, like she knew this was a soft spot for JJ.

“Nah, it’s fine really.” He shrugs. I take his rough bruised hand in mine. Officer Peterkin notices this, and just smiles before saying, “I remember when love made me do crazy things. Got me into all sorts of trouble, but in the end, it was all worth it. Just do yourselves a favor and lay low. Don’t add more fuel to the fire, and I’ll get you two lovebirds out of this.” She says quietly. After Officer Peterkin leaves to speak with Ward Cameron, I see my father bursts through the doors.

“What the hell happened?” My dad questions the principal. “Based on the security footage, Rafe Cameron, yanked Aria by the hair and slapped her across the face. JJ here stepped in and punched Rafe, and that’s when everything went downhill.” Explained the principal. “Is my daughter in trouble?” My father pinches his nose. “No sir, she was the one who was assaulted.” “Then it’s settled. Come on Aria we’re leaving.” My father demands, but I stand my ground. “No, I’m staying here with JJ.” I squeezed his hand tighter. “I don’t have time for your bullshit Aria! Let’s go now!” He yells, gaining everyone’s attention. I sighed and pecked JJ’s lips before my father ripped me out of the chair and office. He opens the cars door, before throwing me into the passenger seat and slamming the door, only inches away from my face.

To say the drive home was awkward is an understatement. The tension ate away at me, as my dad said nothing. He just sat there and fumed, his face was beating red as sweat dripped down his face. We pull into the driveway where I see my mother’s car. Just seeing it made me want to cry. I didn’t hesitate to jump out of the car and run into the house, ignoring my dad’s yelling. I didn’t even reach the stairs when I see my mom pop out of the corner. “Oh my god, honey your face!” She gasped as she examined my cheek. “I swear to god if I ever see Rafe again, I’m going to rip his bloody spine out and shove it up his ass!” My mother’s words surprised me. She is one of the most kind and gentle people I know, so for her to say such graphic things actually scared me. “I’m fine mom really it’s just a slap. When did you get back?” “About five minutes ago. The school left a voicemail.” The front door slams shut, and my father marches towards me. I can tell he’s about to yell, but my mom stops him.

“Don’t even start. She’s already had a rough day.” My mom shuts him up. “I don’t care if she had a rough day! She disobeyed me and saw him!” “See who?” My mom asked confused. She still didn’t know? I thought my father would have already told her by now. “JJ Maybank! She’s been fooling around with him ever since we moved here. I told her she was forbidden to see him, but she clearly doesn’t give two shits about what I have to say.” He glared daggers at me. My mom was just in shock. “JJ Maybank? I remember him. He delivers groceries to us and has mowed our lawn. He’s a good kid what’s the problem?” A part of me wanted to smile at her approval. This did not please my dad however. “I need to shower. Excuse me.” I walk up the stairs, not wanting to be a part of this conversation. My dad tries to follow me, but my mom grabs his arm. “Don’t you even dare. Leave her be Claude. Let’s talk about this in the kitchen.” She drags him off as I slam my bedroom door shut.

I waste no time to jump into my shower to wash away my sweat and gunk. A hug weight has been lifted off of my shoulders to hear my mom defend me. She barely even knows him, yet she is willing to give him a chance. I wrap myself in a towel and pace around my room for a while, having no idea what to do. Do I go downstairs to talk to my parents or do I take the chance run out the door and see JJ? I just sigh out of frustration when my body collapsed on my bed, damp hair wetting my pillow. I missed his touch. I missed the way he wrapped his arms around me today and kissed me so passionately. I had gone weeks without him. I just want him ravish me. Fuck me till sunrise. My fingers mindlessly find the lips of my flower. I began to run my finger up and down the slit. I hear my parents yelling downstairs, so I put on a playlist JJ had made for me a while back, and turn the volume all the way up to drown out the noise. It’s one of his favorite rock & roll songs. He loves to fuck me to this kind of music in the background.

I insert my fingers once the music begins to pick up pace, keeping up with it. As I ram my fingers in and out of me, chasing a high that was impossible to reach, I thought of JJ. All the dirty thoughts of him began to flood my mind. I think about the way his eyes always seem to turn a shade darker. I think about the sound of his moans and groans when I clench around him. I think about how the headboard never fails to hit wall while he fucks me hard into the bed. I think about the way he leaves love bites all over my body. “JJ…” His name slips pass my lips. The mere thought of him was the only thing getting me off right now.

“Aria…” My heart practically stops when I hear my name. I search the room for the owner of the voice. “Over here babygirl.” I whip my head around to see JJ outside my window. My heart skips a beat when I set my eyes on him. I quickly let him in before shutting the window. It just occurred to me that he just caught me masturbating to the thought of him. He probably heard me moaning his name. “Sounds like someone missed me.” His cocky smirk was plastered on his lips. I blush out of embarrassment. “You’re such a creeper.” I didn’t even bother to ask him what he was doing here, I’m just glad he’s here, that’s all that matters. Even if I’m standing in the middle of my room in nothing but a towel. I shouldn’t be embarrassed, after all we’ve done worst.

“Don’t worry babygirl. I thought it was super-hot.” He grabs my waist before pulling me against him, attacking my lips in a heated lustful kiss. His tongue immediately fights for dominance and I gladly submit to him. I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me. I threw his hat off, letting his gorgeous hair fall. My towel lets go of my body and pool round my feet, leaving completely exposed in front of him. His hungry predator eyes take in every inch of my body. He groans at the sight of me naked in front of him, while he’s still fully clothed, the bulge in his pants visible. “Looks like you missed me too.” I let my fingers graze his clothed bulge. “What can I say, you gave me one hell of a show. Did you cum?” He asked as my hands trace up his arms. “No.” I whimper, desperate for a release. “Lay on the bed babygirl.” He orders. I don’t hesitate to lay back, legs hanging off the end, as he kneels in front of me, placing my legs over his shoulders. “Daddy’s gonna make it all better. I’ll make you feel so good. I’m gonna make up for all those days you went without my touch.” He kisses my inner thighs.

I let out a quiet whimper when I feel his hot breath fan my aching pussy. My whole body shakes with anticipation. “Please, do something. Make me cum.” I beg. He just smirks, before his lips attach to my flower, making me mewl. His tongue runs up and down my slit, before diving into my hot dripping core, his tongue massaging my insides. My fingers caress his hair, occasionally tugging it. He then uses his fingers to rub figure eights on my sensitive clit. I pull on his hair, making him groan, sending vibrations to my pussy. I bite down on lip, trying to contain my moans. “Fuck, baby I’m gonna,” I don’t get to finish my sentence before the familiar wave of euphoria comes crashing down on me. Tears roll down my cheeks, relieved that I finally reached the impossible high I was looking for.

He throws his clothes across the room, leaving him completely naked in front of me, fully erect. I sit up and reach for his member, but he just grabs my wrist. “Not tonight babygirl. I want to make you feel good. You deserve it babygirl. Just lay down and let me do all the work.” He says before pushing me down on the bed, and widening my legs. He uses his hand to pump himself a few times before lining himself up at my entrance. Sighs of relief leave the both of us when pushes himself inside me bottoming out. His eyes roll to the back his head as lets out a quiet moan. He took a few seconds to let me adjust to him, due to the fact we hadn’t had sex in a couple weeks. “Don’t be gentle.” I whisper.

He doesn’t hesitate to pull out leaving just the tip in, before diving back in with such powerful force. Our quiet moans begin to the fill the room, hoping we wouldn’t be heard with the music playing in the background. He quickly removes my legs from his shoulders to change positions, once he noticed the headboard was starting to hit the wall. This time he pulls me into his lap before thrusting upwards back into me, continuing to fuck me in lotus position. Our bodies are fully pressed up against each other. His pelvis rub against my clit.

His lips attach to my neck, biting down softly as I let my finger nails lightly scratch his back, causing him to groan and curse. “Fuck, you keep doing that, then I ain’t gonna last long.” He said through raspy breaths, a moan bubbling in his throat. “Oh, I know.” I giggle. He just smirks before kissing my lips. “God, I missed this. Your hot wet pussy around my cock. Fuck babygirl, I think I'm in heaven. I’m so close.” His thrusts become more erratic. “That's right baby, cum inside me.” I encourage him as he fills me up with hot steaming cum, my walls clamping down around him. He kisses me to muffle out both our moans, as we both ride out our highs, before collapsing on the bed breathless.

His body goes limp on top of me. “JJ, you're crushing me.” I begin to feel claustrophobic. He quickly pulls out, warm cum gushes out of me, and rolls off me. I snuggle into his warmth, our legs entangle together as he covers our naked bodies with the blanket. We lay there for a bit in silence, before I giggle. His face is covered with goofy smile as he watches me giggle uncontrollably.

“What the hell is so funny?” He asked puzzled. “No, you’ll laugh at me.” I refuse to answer his question. “I won’t. Just tell me.” He promises. I sigh, looking up at him. “You know those big cannons you find at circuses that shoot confetti?” He just quirks his eyebrow. “Uh, yeah?” “Well, it started to make me think. Penises are a lot like cannons, but instead of shooting confetti, it shoots sperm.” JJ starts balling out laughing, I had to shush him. “You promised not to laugh!” I whisper shouted. “I'm sorry, but that shit is just so weird and funny.” His face turns pink from laughing so hard. “You're such a weirdo. You know that?” He asked. “Yeah, but I’m your weirdo.” He just chuckles. “That you are indeed.” He kisses me so soft and lovingly, pulling me closer to him. We lay there for a little bit, just indulging in each other’s presence, until it was time for him to leave.

I jump out of bed and open my closet, pulling out on of many JJ’s sweatshirts. “You sneaky little shit. I’ve been wondering where all of my clothes went.” He motions to the stash of his clothes in my closest. “But they're so warm and smell like you.” I say innocently as I tie my hair up into a ponytail with his bandana. “You're lucky you're adorable.” He mutters under his breath as he puts his clothes back on. He walks back to the window.

“I don’t want you to leave.” I mumble softly, hating to see him leave. “I know, we’ll figure out something. You and I will be back together soon. I promise babygirl.” He kisses me passionately as his legs dangle out the window. This all reminded me of the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet. He reluctantly pulls away. “I love you Aria.” “I love you too JJ.” I whisper. And like Romeo, he disappeared.

Next Day...

I haven't slept so good since last night. I guess JJ fucking my brains out had refreshened me, which is exactly what I needed. I put on a nice sundress for today’s event, a charity event at the club. My father had insisted that I make a appearance, while my mom argued that it was wrong to parade me around like everything was alright when it indeed wasn’t. To her surprise I said yes. I’m hoping to see Charis, Kiara or Sarah. It’s been a while since I was able to talk to them.

“You look gorgeous sweetheart.” My mom's voice snaps me out of my daze. “It’s a good color on you.” She referenced to the white sundress. I smile, not at the compliment, but at the memory this gave me. It’s the same dress I wore the night I lost my virginity to JJ. “Thanks mom.” I mumble. She looks at me sad eyes.

“Do you love him?” My mom asked, looking into my eyes through the mirror. “Yes, I love him so much. Words can't describe how he makes me feel mom.” My voice shakes. “How does he make you feel?” She asked once more. “He makes me feel so special. He always knows how to boost my confidence. He treats me like I’m the only girl in this world. He kisses me with so much love and passion. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love him.” I confess. “Then don’t give him up.” Her words surprise me. “What?” “If you love him that much, and he makes you feel like that everyday, he’s worth it. You should be with someone you love. Trust me, the last thing I want for you is to end up in a loveless marriage.” My stomach fills with guilt. “I’m sorry mom.” My voice is soft. “For what?” She asked confused. “I just can't help but feel like I'm always causing you and dad to fight. Like I'm ripping your marriage apart.” My voice shakes.

“Hey, look at me.” She takes my face in her hands. “You are not ripping our marriage apart sweetheart. Your dad and I have been unhappy for years. This has nothing to do with you.” She reassured me. “Are you and dad getting a divorce?” I asked timidly. She just sighs. “I’ve been thinking about it. He’s just not the man he used to be. I’ve been wanting to leave him for years, but I was afraid it would hurt you and your siblings.” She’s not able to look me in the eyes. “Mom, you shouldn’t have to put up with him. You deserve someone better. I know it’s messed up to say that about my dad, but you deserve to be happy. Plus, it’s my senior year. I’ll be graduating in a few months, so I won’t even be living with him. If you think splitting up with dad is the best solution, then I won't stop you, and neither will Damian or Jennifer.” I hold her hands. She just smiles at me. “Thank you sweetheart. I mean it. Now, let’s go. I want to hear more about this JJ fellow.” She wiggles her eyebrows making me laugh.

The charity event seemed to go smoothly, but I sat there at the table bored out of my mind, as my parents socialized with the Donahues, that was until Charis sat next to me. I then see Ward and Rose Cameron approach the table. Fuck.

“Hello Oscar and Ingrid. Mind if we speak with Mr. and Mrs. Prescott?” Ward asked sounding formal. “Of course. I need to attend to some matter anyways. Charis?” Ingrid calls for her, much to her dismay. I tap my leg under the table as the couple sit down.

“Aria, we wanted to apologize on behalf of our son’s behavior. He had no right to hit you like that, and for that we are sorry.” Ward speaks. I just sit there awkwardly not wanting to say. “Aria, don’t you have something to say?” Claude pressed. I huff. “Thank you for coming here to apologize for your son, but that doesn’t change what he did to me or my sister.” My father glares at me. “No, it doesn’t, and we have made it very clear to Rafe won’t be held in our household.” Ward agrees.

“We were hoping that you guys would be dropping the charges against him.” Rose says. This seemed to irk my mom. “That won’t be happening.” She says. “Elaine.” Claude says her name annoyed. “Your son needs to be held accountable for his violent actions against my daughter.” My mom stood her ground. “Perhaps we can work out a little ‘arrangement’.” Ward suggested. “No. I will not tolerate your son. I don’t want him anywhere near my home or Aria. If he ignores my wishes, I will make sure to place a restraining order against him. Do I make myself clear?” Asked Elaine. Ward’s jaw clenches.

“Crystal.” Him and Rose leave the table. My father glares at mom. “Do you have any idea what you've done?” He asked angrily. “I just defended our daughter, who you clearly don’t care about.” Elaine spat. Claude turns to me. “None of this would've happened if you just stayed away from that dirty lowlife pogue.” “Don’t even start.” Elaine stops him. The Donahues take their seats back at the table. Things seemed to go normal from there, just the same boring talk, until Charis excused herself to the bathroom, and blew me a kiss, confusing me.

“More water for ya’ll?” I look up to see John B in a tight ass waiters outfit, hair in pigtails, with the name tag ‘Tammy’. Fight me. I almost choked on my spit. I then look down at the waiter's trolley to see JJ hiding under the cloth. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. What the hell are they up to? JJ hands me a note, sends me wink and returns to hiding. I look down to read the note.

“Run when hell breaks loose.” What the fuck? ‘Tammy’ strolls away with the cart. I sit there waiting anxiously for the signal. I couldn't help but wonder where the hell Sarah and Charis were. My question was answered when I heard a fork clinking against a glass, by Charis, gaining everyone's attention.

“I’d like to make a toast!” Oh god. “To all the amazing people here today. This is truly amazing ya’ll. Give yourselves a round of applause!” Everyone smiles and applauds, much to my confusion. All of the sudden, a tennis ball shoots across the room, landing in my dad’s bowl splashing soup everywhere, startling everyone. We didn’t even have the chance to say anything, before we heard little paws run on the tiled floor. Everyone turns to see what was causing the commotion. That’s when we say a full-grown Great Dane, running towards our table. Before we knew it, the handsome Great Dane jumps onto our table for the ball, making a huge mess.

I don’t think twice before I take off running towards JJ, who’s standing across the room. Everyone's eyes were on me now, as I jump into his arms smiling, ignoring my father’s yells. “Whoo! Let's go babygirl!” Everyone gasped when JJ pecked my lips. JJ then whistles, catching the Great Dane’s attention. “C’mere boy!” The dog runs after us with full speed. My father follows shortly behind us, along with security.

JJ leads us outside to the entrance, where we see two cars parked, the van and Charis’s car, who opens the door letting the dog hop in. The side door of the van opens next, revealing a smiling Kiara and Sarah in the back, the John B and Pope in the front. “Get in bitches!” Sarah hollers. JJ and I dive into the van. “I owe you one Charis!” JJ yells. “Don’t mention it! Have fun!” She yells back before speeding off. “Hit it!” Sarah yells at John B, who punches the gas, launching us all backwards.

My father was following very close, trying to keep up with us. “Get the hell out of that fucking van!” He yells to me. “Don’t worry sir! I’ll take great care of her! I promise!” JJ yells before closing the door. We all cheer as we gain distance. “Welcome back to the crew Pogue!” John B yells. “Whoo! Pogue Style babygirl!” JJ yells before pulling me into a kiss, earning groans from the pogues. “Ew! Save it for the room guys!” Pope yells. “Wait, where are we going?” I asked. Everyone just shares a look before Kie speaks, “Well, it’s a good thing we packed your bags, cause we’re going to Miami!” She cheers. “Holy shit! Are you guys serious?!” I asked astonished. “Fuck yeah we are!” JJ shouts. “Miami here we come!” Sarah shouts to the rooftop, as John B turns up the radio.

We sing along to the song ‘Everybody Wants To Rule The World’ by Tear for Fears. JJ opens up the side door, grabs a hold of the handle and sticks his body out catching the wind, screaming the lyrics. The boys up front roll down their windows. We all let loose and sing the chorus together. “All for freedom and for pleasure! Nothing ever lasts forever! Everybody wants to rule the world!” Our screams can be heard throughout the outer banks. I’m excited to see where this Spring Break leads us. I know it’ll be amazing and unforgettable, because I’m surround by this spectacular family and amazing lover. They’re my greatest adventure.

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13 Days of Christmas (Yoon Jeonghan)

Hi! Not much to say but I hope you enjoyed Erin’s update! And this is one of my favorites that I wrote! I’ll see y’all tomorrow! gif credits to owners!

Word count: 2699

“There it is,” you said, gently placing your fingertips against the glass, “Jeonghan’s Christmas present.” It was neither grandiose nor revolutionary but you could guarantee that that record player would light up his face the moment he saw it and it was worth it. You could already picture him buying a table specifically for that and his little collection of records happily on the side. You felt the goosebumps making their way across your body hearing Jeonghan’s vocals as he sang along to his favorite songs.

Joshua, on the other hand, didn’t look too amazed. “It’s nice…Y/N, it’s really nice, but isn’t the price...a bit much?” He loved his friend, he really did but the thought of spending so much money on him was enough to haunt his daydreams. But then he figured that if ever found someone that would spend as many Christmases with him the way you and Jeonghan did, then maybe he’d understand. After all, you were already dating when he met Jeonghan, but he surprised himself when he saw he got along with you as well, being neighbors and all.

“Joshua...for Jeonghan, too much is never enough.”

“But when was the last time you bought something for yourself?”

You kicked your foot in the air to show him your kicks. “Uh, I bought these four months ago, remember?”

“Yes...I told you to either buy them or I would. You had to justify buying a new pair even though they had a hole on the toe.”

“Not everyone can inherit a family business, Mr. Show Off. Now, are you gonna help me wrap that thing when I get out of work?” You cleaned the prints with the sleeve of your sweater paw, ridding the smudge on the window. You tapped the pocket of the small zipper of your mini backpack, making sure you brought the money with you for the umpteenth time. All your tips and extra cash you had leftover went to the record player. And if the owners had a set schedule, you would’ve bought it and taken it home with you a long time ago.

“And when are you getting your camera? Don’t you miss taking photos?’

“I can always wait for my next birthday or when I’m not drowning in debt.” You remembered all the unopened film you had at home.

So why are you buying something this expensive for Jeonghan?”

“He deserves it. He’s been working so many hours lately and even though he’s dead tired, he still makes time for me. Honestly, that over there-” you pointed to the antique, “-is nothing to compared to everything he’s done.”

“And you don’t work enough hours?” He had never seen a couple like you and Jeonghan, so young and in love and always putting each other first. It sickened him sometimes and he usually had to be realistic for the both of you.

“Pfft, I’m pretty sure I’ve been slacking just to make sure I get by. That’s what happens when I decide to get sick..” you mumbled the last of your ranting so he wouldn’t hear you. Getting sick around this time of year hadn’t been an option and it still happened and it made you hate your immune system for making you suffer.

“Why not just move in with Jeonghan already to save costs? You’ve been together long enough.”

“I don’t think we’re ready for that yet,” you admitted. It’s not that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind before; it’s just that there were other things you wanted to do and get on your own before taking that next step.

“Okay so you spend all your money on him...and vice versa, you spend all your free time together, you pretty much spend weeks at each other’s places AND you’ve been together since the dawn of time...but no. Moving in together is too much of a commitment.”

“Oh hush before you make me late for work. Come on. I have annoying customers to attend to. Hopefully, they’ll be generous enough to leave me good tips.”

“‘Tis the season to be jolly,” he raised his coffee cup in a toast and sipped it.

“Isn’t she a beaut?” Jeonghan asked Seungcheol on his way to work. He sighed longingly at the Polaroid on display, wanting and wishing so desperately he’d be getting paid today just so could buy you your present right now.

“Very pretty,” he whistled. “I’m sure Y/N will love it.”

He nodded, still remembering the broken-hearted expression you had when you realized that you had forgotten it at the bus stop and he swore he’d buy you another one as soon as he could afford it. “I hope so. Y/N deserves all the good things in this world and I’ll try my hardest to make that happen.”

“You know I keep thinking that maybe one day you’ll realize that you’ll both be happy once you move in together.”

“We’ve talked about it but we’re not ready for that.”

“So you’re just gonna settle for buying yet another ridiculously expensive present.”

“Y/N needs this. Trust me.”

“And I need someone to help me pay rent because living alone sucks.”

“Didn’t Soonyoung have an opening available?”

“You really want me to have a stroke, huh? Last time he had Seungkwan over at his place...I had to help him scrape noodles off the ceiling.” He frowned. “And Minghao wasn’t pleased about the food stains on his book, so I had to give him my copy.”

“New plan, get into a relationship.”

“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to worry about all that shit.”

“I got lucky,” Jeonghan shrugged nonchalantly. He turned his attention back to the vintage camera. “That’ll prove it.” He had slowly been saving up for that Polaroid for you, stopping by weekly to give a downpayment, and with this week’s paycheck, you’d surely be getting it tonight.

“Man, you guys are gross,” Seungcheol gagged. “Making me feel lonely with my single ass. Let’s go, Romeo. Otherwise, the only thing you’ll be getting is a pink slip.”

“I really hate Soonyoung,” he grumbled. “He got to be one of Santa’s elves and I’m fucking Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.”

“And I’m a cashier who has to hear sob stories and threats over discounts that aren’t included with the shit they’re buying.” Jeonghan wasn’t sure if the tears were real or not, but he couldn’t blame him either way.

You walked out of the bathroom, still wondering how the smell of coffee made its way into your street clothes. You stuffed your uniform into your backpack, grateful to be out earlier than expected but trying not to think about how you were gonna make extra money before the rent. Tips weren’t too bad but you felt a little guilty for hoping for more. You’d find a way to manage; you always did.

Your coworkers wished you a happy holiday, as well as thanking you for the gifts and then you went next door to wait for Joshua since he texted you that he’d be leaving soon. The secretaries at the law firm didn’t give you a second glance other than greeting you. They were used to seeing you by now so they let you wait there. Luckily, he hardly kept you waiting so you were back out before the door even closed. He chatted about the potential clients and the ones who stuck out to him. You didn’t know how many cups of coffee he drank on the way to the antique store, but he never seemed jittery. But you guessed it went to you since you were buzzing and speeding up and rushing him to get there faster. You finally left him about half a block away to run inside to get someone to help take the record player to the register to pay the owner.

However, when Joshua caught up to you, you were frantically digging through your backpack looking for the small zip-loc that had all your savings for it. “Where is it?” You dumped everything out on the counter, hoping it’d be mixed in with your uniform or your wallet or anywhere else. “Joshua,” I can’t find it.” You tried not to cry, thinking if you went back to the restaurant, it’d be there in your locker, waiting for you. “I’m sorry, can you just keep this on hold for me? I left my money in my locker at work. I’ll be back with it as soon as possible.”

“I’m sorry, but if someone else wants it, we might have to sell it to them,” the owner said apologetically.

“No, please. I have the money. It’s for my boyfriend. That’s his Christmas gift. I’ll be back in an hour, I promise.”

“What do you mean I’m not getting paid?” Jeonghan asked his boss in disbelief.

“No, you’re still getting paid...it’s just delayed a couple of days. And that’s my fault for not seeing that I was overdrafted from one of my payments sooner.”

“And all my coworkers?”

“Are in the same position as you. I-It’s out of my hands.”

“Can’t you just give it to me in cash, sir? It’s an emergency.”

“My daughter just deposited everything that we made today. Jeonghan, I’m truly sorry. How else can I make it up to you?”

“It’s fine. Forget it.” The rush of emotions left him conflicted as he drove home. He didn’t have a backup plan for something like this. He just assumed that after work today, he’d be able to buy you your Christmas gift with no problem. He was pissed that it didn’t happen like that. He knew that banks messed up all the time but he couldn’t believe his luck. He promised you the greatest gift in the world, and now would he provide that? He threw your towels in the washer, knowing you’d want to shower after you got back from visiting your friends at Mingyu’s place. He tidied the room a little, looked for your slippers and made sure he had some ramen in case you came home hungry.

He went back out to the living room, car keys in hand, when he laid his eyes on his records...his most prized collection. A lot of them he had been buying since he started earning his money, and some he got for a really good deal. He always promised himself that one day, he’d get himself one just to be able to play his music. And then when you crossed his mind, he pictured you with the Polaroid in your hands as you took the pictures and in one swift movement, picked up the records and headed out.

You never understood how Jeonghan managed to tangle himself up in you but you never complained about it. If anything, you welcomed it because it was just something you liked...unless it was scorching hot and his body heat radiated off of him. “Hannie,” you called him softly. “Hannie, wake up.”

“Five more minutes, my love,” he mumbled. “I’m tired.”

“But Hannie, it’s Christmas! I wanna make you breakfast.”

“Stay with meeeeeee.” He sleepily pressed his lips to your cheek, not quite processing your words.

“Come on. You can sleep in the living room.”

“Jagi, can you make me pancakes?”

“Yes, come on. And take your blanket too so you’ll stay warm.”

“Can we stay in our pjs too?”

“Go nuts.”

He didn’t need his blanket because as soon as he turned on the TV, he woke up and flipped through the channels excitedly, looking for anything that hinted at his childhood. He looked under the Christmas tree, only two presents, a sure sign that they’d gotten older. His heart clenched at seeing his gift to you, which now looked like nothing compared to the one you wrapped for him. He didn’t wanna dwell on that. It was Christmas, you were here with him again and it was perfect. Breakfast too. He loved hearing you humming in the kitchen, and making small talk. He met you on the table but you shook your head and went to the living room and sat on the floor. You patted the spot next to you and you watched the movie playing in silence. You looked like you were in a good mood, and he couldn’t complain. And then you mentioned opening presents and he felt the nerves turn icy in his veins.

“Okay. Do you want to open mine first or do you want me to start?” He didn’t give you the chance to speak since he handed you your and he waited.

You took your time unwrapping it, trying to figure out what he could’ve gotten you. “Is this what I think it is?” You finally decided to tear it open, and you tried not to cry. “It’s a...Polaroid,” you said quietly. You could feel the lump in your throat, touched at the fact that he got it for you. “Thank you.”

“I know it can’t replace your old one, but I know you missed taking photos. Here, why don’t you take one of me while I open yours?”

“I think I’d rather just capture the moment as is.” You leaned closer to him while he unwrapped his, nearly helping him because of your excitement.

“It’s a record player,” he said in the same voice you just used. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, I know how you’ve been dying for this and it’s what you deserve. Now, why don’t you put one of your favorite albums so I can hear your beautiful voice?”

He surprised you by taking your hands in his. “Y/N, do you know how happy you make me and how I’ll do anything to see you smile?” He kissed your hands when you nodded and continued. “Yesterday, I wasn’t able to get paid, so I had to sell my records to get your Polaroid.” He didn’t need to tell you that he had to stop at several places because many of the owners didn’t offer the prices he needed to buy it for you.

“Jeonghan, why?” he wiped away a tear that had fallen. Your heart broke at his sacrifice and you felt so selfish.

“Because I love you. Now start taking pictures and hang them up everywhere you can. Your photograph...why are you crying? Jagi, please don’t cry. You're more important to me than those. I can always buy more.”

“Jeonghan, I sold all my film to buy you this record player,” you admitted. “I lost the money I saved up for it and they were gonna give it to someone else. You love music so much and it was the first thing I thought of.”

To your surprise, he started laughing so hard his own tears started falling and then it was your turn to wipe them. “Baby, why would you do that for me?”

“Because I love you. More than anything, even my stupid hobby.”

He didn’t know what else to do, so he grabbed your face and placed kisses everywhere he could until he just held you close to him. He rested you close to his heart, content despite everything. “Man, we’re just a couple of fools, aren’t we?”

You didn’t answer him, the steady beating of his heart matching with yours. You still couldn’t believe that he loved you this much. And you loved him just as much. You’d already known that you were gonna spend the rest of your life with him, but this just solidified any doubts you may have had.

“Jagi?” He tried again.

“Hmm?”

“I know this is long overdue and we’ve only talked about this a couple of times, but would you just move in with me already? I don’t know if I can handle being apart from you much longer. It doesn’t to be right away-”

“How about after the new year?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Jeonghan, after what you did for me...how can I say no? Besides, it took us long enough, right?’

“I love you...so fucking much.”

And I love you...just as fucking much,” you said, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

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