Anchor- A JJ Maybank Fanfic

6. The Dysfunction

The Dysfunction:

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Sunlight brightens the car window and enters into my eyes, disrupting my slumber. I flutter them open to notice I was still in the driver's seat. I groan as I stretched my arms and legs as far as I could while rubbing my eyes to wake up properly.  It takes a moment from yesterday's memories to come rushing back into my brain.

I kissed JJ last night. I kissed a whole fucking stranger last night.

Yet, I can't seem to feel some regret. The kiss we shared wasn't anything I've ever experienced. I don't know how to acknowledge or clarify it in my brain. It was rough but gentle; it was wrong, but it felt right. It was immature but logical at the same time.

It was simple, but it was life-changing.

I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Ugh, calm down, Meredith. It's not like you're going to kiss him again.

I peek over my shoulder to see if anyone else was in the car, but the backseat and passenger seat were empty. It took me a second to realize Santana was also here in the car with us.

The thought of Santana not being here made me worried. Sure she's exciting and can become the life of the party, but she's unpredictable, especially when she's hungover. Even though I still care about her no matter what, she gets cranky and becomes the most annoying person ever.

Diverting my interest to Santana's small wooden cabin in front of me, I get out of the car and let out an exhausted breath.

I've been crashing with Santana for some time since my parents still slut-shame me for what I did. Even after they sent me to community service with the church, I still became the daughter they swore not to raise.

My mom can't look at me in the eyes without showing disgust or disappointment across her face. She would always bring it up every time we argued. My dad displays terror whenever he's around me. Ever since it happened, he's been avoiding me from having a recommendation discussion about how I could fix this mess and live my life.

But I came to be the girl to hold them down from their success in life since Kooks would deliver them dirty looks and shame my parents for my actions.

I locked the car with the keys and headed towards the main entrance. I grabbed ahold of the doorknob and turned it, but it was closed.

Fuck.

"Santana!" I called out, knocking on the wooden door as hard as I can, "Santana, come on, open the door!"

No response.

"Santana!" I tried the twist the doorknob once more, but it doesn't budge. "Santana! The door's lock, open the door, please?"

No response.

"Santana, get your ass over here and open the fucking door before I break it dow-." Suddenly I hear the door finally unlock itself and saw the Hispanic girl opening it aggressively.

Her mascara and eyeliner were smeared on her eyelids and under her eyes, making her look like a depressed panda bear. Santana's frizzy curls were all over the place; some of them stood up from her scalp. Her button-down crop top had some beer and vomit stains on them, as well as her leggings.

"Hija de puta, stop fucking yelling, " Santana groaned as she rubs her eyes, "You're giving me a damn headache, "

I scoff my eyes at her grumpiness, "Why'd you lock the door?"

"I didn't," Santana turns her head to face inside of the cabin and declares, "Her Royal Highness did!"

"Chill, it was an accident! Calm your tits, " a voice shouts back from what it appears to be from the kitchen. The voice sounded very familiar, but I couldn't quite point out who it could be.