Im sorry

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Jj & i had gotten into a fight last night & he had walked away. Its now the afternoon of the next day and i still haven't heard from him..

"do you think he went home?" i ask my friends
"theres about a zero percent chance Jj goes home" Pope responds
"ill be back"

I get up and start walking my way to Jj's.

A couple minutes later i made it to his house. I walk up to the front porch ,peaking my head in as i heard things i didnt wanna hear.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Jj yells as luke pinned him against the wall
"leave me alone!" Jj yelled once again
"Shut up!" Like yelled once again , punching him square in the face

They finally finished their argument as Luke got his last words in.

"Youre so useless, you know that??!" He huffs at jj before walking out the door, i moved to where he didnt see me.

I gave Jj a few minutes to relax before i went in. But once i heard his quiet sobs , i couldn't help myself.

I walked in and saw him on the couch with his head in his hands & running his fingers through his hair.

"hey, shh its okay" i say sitting in front of him , placing my hand on his cheek.

"y/n?" he slightly smiled , i smiled back

He grabbed my waist and pulled me into a tight hug.  He pulled away and his smile faded.

"You shouldnt be here" he says looking away from me
"I had to make sure you were okay"

He starts to cry once again.

"im sorry" he whispers
"shhh"

I push his hair out of his face.

"im sorry y/n, i shouldnt have said that to you yesterday-"
"Jj" I say making him look at me

"its fine, i dont care about that anymore"

He pulls me into another hug this one tighter than the last. He pulls away and we make eye contact. I can see his eye already starting to bruise.

"we can put some ice on that when we get home okay?" i say

He nods

"come on lets get going" i say standing up, holding my hand out for him.

He smiled and starts up, taking my hand.  We walk to the door.

"y/n?" he asks
"yes j?" i respond
"i love you"
"i love you , so much"

He kissed my forehead before we walked off to our friends.

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