Petty Love | Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank

CHAPTER 6

My knees were pulled to my chest as we pulled into the gravel driveway. The windows were being rolled up and the dull car light came on as the Pogues exited the van. I snapped out of the daze as the driver's side door shut in front of me. I sighed as I uncurled and got out of the back of the van. The crisp night air nipped at my exposed skin, as I slowly but surely entered the chateau. The only light in the house was the night light in the hallway between John B's room and the bathroom. It gleamed as the figures walked past it, setting up the sleeping arrangements. I stood around aimlessly trying to figure out where I belonged. I was stuck in a cloudy and sleepy haze. Thinking back to what happened at The Wreck. I couldn't figure it out. I couldn't depict his motive, "Why did he suddenly feel sorry?" I thought. The thoughts flooded in and I felt like I couldn't do anything to make them stop.

She could hear the murmurs of the group trying to figure out where people could sleep. "How about me and Kie take the pull-out couch, someone sleeps on the porch couch, and the other two take the bedrooms?" Everyone thought about it for a moment before replying. I stand there with my arms crossed trying to keep my eyes from closing themselves.

"That could work," Pope spoke tiredly. Everyone else nods their heads going in their unspoken directions. I pick up the backpack I brought with me and search for a somewhat clean shirt. Shit, I muttered under my breath.

"What?" Kie questioned. I sighed before dropping the bag onto the floor again.

"I don't have any more remotely clean clothes," I replied itching my head lazily. She nodded before searching through her small pile of clothes. She huffed before throwing down hers too.

"Shit I don't either, I'm just going to re-wear something. Ask John B if he has anything I'm sure he doesn't mind," she said slipping out of her cover-up clothes. I felt awkward standing there while she was changing so I walked back to John B's room quietly. His door was cracked and he was on his phone lying down. I knock softly and the door creeks open a little.

"Hey, wassup," he said carelessly. He sat up and lowered his phone out of his eyesight.

"I was wondering if there were any clothes or anything I could borrow for the night?" I said fidgeting with some of the bracelets I have on my wrist. He nodded before standing up and stretching before he moved to the dresser in his room. He opened the top drawer, shuffling through a couple of clean shirts he had in there. He picked up a greyish shirt with a faded logo and cut-off sleeves. He tossed it over to me and I inspected it a bit. It would be big on me and the cut-off would definitely expose my bits if I didn't wear anything under. The only thing I had close to a bra was the bathing suit top I still have on.

"It's JJ's I think, but I don't even think he remembers it being in there." I didn't complain because it's better than nothing. He threw random sweatpants at me next and I thanked him softly, before retreating to the bathroom next to his room. I threw off the cover-up from earlier and put on the cut-off shirt, and sweatpants before unlocking the door and turning off the light. I walked out not caring what I looked like. I put my clothes on top of my bag and sat on the edge of the bed. Kie snickered a little, at the look of me.

"You look like JJ all you need now is the snapback," she said chuckling. You could visibly see the lightbulb go off in her brain as she got up and suddenly walked out of the screendoor. I just went on my phone, checking past notifications not expecting Kie to come back anytime soon. "Just let me see it quickly!" Kie begged. She came bursting through the screen door moments later, hat in hand, as I put down my phone. She was being chased by JJ who was trying to snatch the hat back from her. Kie tossed the hat over to me and I quickly caught it and stood up on the pull-out couch. I placed it on top of my head and smirked at him. His angry eyes caught mine after he gave me a once-over. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I watched his eyes rake over me.