Outer Banks x Reader Oneshots

Hey P3

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TW: mention of abuse

PART THREE ~ HOMELESS

~<• about 2 months later •>~

JJ still didn't know you were homeless. You knew he'd find out one way or another eventually, but you didn't want him to worry or think you were some weird addict homeless person begging on the streets.

You were reading Divergent now. You finished The Hunger Games a while ago, so you started reading Divergent. You liked it so far. It had good characters and a good story line. It wasn't as great as The Hunger Games, but it was still great.

You sat in the same spot you did every day, reading peacefully as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. You knew JJ would be there in a few minutes and you would go hang out with him and the other Pogues.

And of course, a few minutes later, JJ approached you. He had a dark bruise accompanied by a few cuts in his face. You felt like you shouldn't ask about it, so you tried to ignore it. 

"Hey, (Y/n)," he said. 

"Yo," you replied as always. 

"How's that book coming along?"

"Pretty good. I like it. It's very interesting how their world is set up," you replied. JJ nodded.

"Well, ready to go?" JJ asked. 

"Yeah, but um... What happened to, um..." You replied, trying to be careful about what you said, because it seemed like something you should be gentle with. 

"Oh, uh, nothing. I fell," he responded. He was lying.

"Don't lie," you said firmly. 

"I'm not," JJ replied suspiciously. 

"Yes you are. I can tell," you responded. 

"I- Fine. I'm lying. But I really don't wanna talk about it," he said. He seemed upset, though he was trying to hide it.

You may not have talked to people very much, but you observed. You understood body language and tone of voice. Everything had a meaning, a purpose. You could read people well from just observing. Most people spent too much time talking or thinking, rather than observing and listening.

However, you were the opposite. This helped you to read people's emotions and thoughts fairly well. You knew when even the best liar was lying. It was simple for you to take small details to come to a conclusion about this sort of thing. You could tell something was going on with JJ. It was bad.

"Please tell me," you said. 

"(Y/n), I'm fine, okay?"

"No, you're not. Trust me..."

"Like you've trusted me? I know something's going on with you too. You sit in the same spot everyday, you wear the same clothes most of the time, and you don't look like you eat much," JJ replied. Shit. You knew one day he would find out, but today?

"I-..."

"What's going on, (Y/n)?"

"Nothing," you lie. 

"Do your parents not take care of you very well? Are you low on money? What is it? You can tell me."

"Only if you tell me about that bruise," you bargain. 

"Fine. You first," JJ says.

"I-... I'm homeless..." You said, looking down. 

"What about your parents?" He asked after a moment.

"...My mum died when I was three... and my dad was abusive... so I ran away..." You responded, a few tears stinging your eyes. JJ embraced you tightly. 

"I'm so sorry," he muttered.

After about a minute or two, you pulled away, wiping your tears and said;

"Your turn."

"Oh... Uh-m... M-my dad..." That's all he had to say for you to understand. You hugged him tightly as his eyes watered.

"I'm so sorry, J," you said. You hadn't been hugged in a while, so this was nice. JJ had never seen you like this, and you could say the same about him.

After a few minutes, you separated. 

"I bet John B would let you stay with him," JJ said. 

"Really?" You asked. No one had ever offered you a home. 

"Yeah, I stay there a lot," JJ said. The tears of both of you began to dry. "Let's go ask him," JJ said, grabbing your hand gently. You nodded.

When you got to John B's, Pope asked what took so long. JJ walked up to John B and nodded his head to the side to signify to follow him. They walked off a little and you followed.

"What?" John B asked. 

"(Y/n) needs a place to stay," JJ said. 

"Why? What happened?" John B asked. 

"(P)'re/'s homeless," JJ said. You looked down. 

"Oh... Yeah that's fine. (P) can stay with me," John B said. 

"Thanks, bro," said JJ. 

"Yeah, thanks," you spoke up. 

"No problem."

TO BE CONTINUED...