It's You and Me. Always. (JJxREADER)

Chapter 8: The Lighthouse.

Y/N's POV:

We all piled into the van, me, Pope and JJ sat in the back whilst John B drove with Kie in the passenger seat. The half empty bottle of vodka was clutched tightly in my hands as John B rambled about shit that I was too drunk to understand.

JJ just kept on staring at me and it was getting quite annoying. Everyone else can have an off day where they just drink themselves away, but the second I do it, it's like I've committed the worst crime in the world. I'm human as well, I have emotions that I don't feel like dealing with right now so if I wanna drink, I'll fucking drink. I tuned into what John B was saying, trying my best to ignore JJ's worried gaze.

"A family heirloom. What better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gone get back to me, right?" his voice was full of hope as he turned to Kie for her opinion.

"Yeah, it's possible." she agreed, but even when I'm drunk I could still hear that little bit of reluctance in her voice, as if she didn't fully believe anymore.

"It could also be possible that you're concocting wild theories to help, you know, deal with your sad feels." Pope said as he played with the compass, earning him looks of annoyance from John B and Kie.

"Ha, concocting. That's a funny word," I slurred with a drunk smile on my face, "con-coc-tinggg, concoctingggg." I laughed, stretching out the 'ing' for as long as possible. Apparently, I just said the funniest thing in the world because I could not stop laughing. It got to the point where I had tears in my eyes and had to clutch my stomach from laughing too much.

Everyone just looked at me in disbelief, this was extremely out of character for me but they knew better than to say anything.

"I'm not concocting, okay?" said John B firmly, interrupting my laughing fit. "My dad trying to give me a message."

"If it helps you believe, John B." Kie said reassuringly but it just annoyed John B even more.

"Look, I-I don't need a therapy session, okay? Look, I'm not trippin' out." the anger was present in his voice as he constantly tried to tell us he was fine, especially when JJ said it was okay for him to trip.

"Look, my— my dad is missing, okay? Missing. You don't know what it's like to have the person closest to you vanish and then have no idea what happened. Just wake up every morning wondering."

"I understand you, John B. And I believe you, okay?" I said in attempt to reassure him but I'm pretty sure that in my drunken state, it didn't mean much.

"Hey, he could of been kidnapped. That's definitely a possibility." JJ said and then Pope followed by saying he could be held in a Soviet sub which made absolutely no sense to me.

"Oh, I know! He could be in Atlantis." I said very enthusiastically.

"Okay, someone get that bottle off of her." Kie snapped slightly at the boys in the back with me. I saw them look at me and I clung to my bottle like my life depended on it. I shook my head at them but Pope didn't care as he snatched my bottle out of my hands easily and instead threw me a bottle of water.

"Ugh, why are you trying to ruin my day?" I groaned as I unscrewed the bottle of water and downed it all almost immediately, secretly enjoying how the water cooled my burning throat but I wasn't going to let him know that.

"Y/N." Kie said sternly, her glaring look scaring me slightly. I just remained silent, drinking another bottle of water Pope gave me to sober up whilst Kie continued talking. "Look, what do you think the message is?" she asked to John B.

He replied with a single word, "Redfield." I looked at the road ahead of us, feeling a lot more better and sober after that water, and noticed we drove past a sign that said Redfield Lighthouse. John B went on the explain how the lighthouse was his dad's favourite place.