Bad Timing - Jiara (JJ Maybank & Kiara Carrera)

Chapter 1

The only thing lighting the Kiara's porch was coming from the flashlight JJ's phone illuminated. Same for Kiara's life. JJ was her light. Her reason to live. An epitome of the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. 

Yet eventually, all lights dwindle in strength, and even stars die, leaving us in overwhelming darkness. 

Kiara was in darkness. And JJ was in silence, and exile, yet temporarily back only to torture Kiara, but JJ's silence spoke more than his words could ever. 

 "Don't! Don't knock. Use my keys!" Kiara shouted, slapping her mouth with her hand after noticing how loud her voice came out. 

"I don't wanna wake her. She never sleeps." Kiara declared the information JJ savvied, which resulted him in speaking for the second time, or the first, Kiara could even remember. "Fine, give me your keys." 

"I don't know where they are." Kiara lifted her shoulders, pursing her lips innocently before she broke her posture to burst out laughing, proceeding to cover her mouth again as she apologized to no one in particular.  She really must be going through hell if she reached this level of drunk, JJ thought. 

"What! It's not like I'm hiding them in my hands or anything" 

"Kiara." The boy sighed, acrimoniously, his shoulders slumming, his shoulders subsiding downwards debilitate. He moved forward, taking two steps forward as she took two backwards, flinching meanwhile. 

Nightmares. Nightmares did this. 

Kiara told herself that JJ will never be Josh, and so JJ again attempted two steps onwards whilst she forced her eyes shut and her legs steady in place. 

Her fist was clenched as much as the keys in her hands allowed to, knuckles turning pale. JJ balanced her hands that she didn't realize where shaking, by that normalizing Kiara's heart rate within a touch. 

Reluctantly, she unclenched her fist as JJ pulled the keys out of her sweaty palm. Only after it was over did Kiara perceive how often new touch scares her. 

And even though JJ's touch wasn't exactly new, it surely felt like it. His hands only made hers colder, like a stranger accidently brushing up against her. He was a stranger. 

His had a slight layer of hair spread against his chiseled jaw. Kiara hated it, always forcing him to shave it since they tickled her when she wanted to kiss him. His blond sandy hair was unusually combed, their length perfectly covering an inch or two of his forehead. His clothes indicated a change in style, for he was was successfully pulling of beige chinos paired with a cotton and a long sleeved white shirt with a blue denim jacket layered over them. 

For a drunk person, she surely was observing every new detail about him.

"Don't you want to ask why I was drinking? at a bar? alone?" She questioned over the sound of keys jingling against each other, but JJ's face remained unfazed, answering Kiara's question just by the careless expression on it. 

"Jeez, how many keys do you have?" JJ muttered under his breath, an inward complain murmured quietly. At first Kiara thought he chose to reply to her, yet she noticed that he way probably going to ignore her for the rest of their time together. 

"Do you really not care? I mean, I must be going through a life crisis if I decide to go off the rails." Kiara sounded the exact words he was thinking, much less in a worried tone and more so of a mocking one. 

One corner of JJ's mouth inched upwards, barely a smirk to her joke, he figured. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing driving her home and putting up with her drowsiness.