Tension - a pov story //rafe cameron, JJ maybank

Part II - "only assholes?"

The next morning you wake up and start thinking of a plan. you really want to go and see rafe. but you need to do it sneakily so no one finds out. you decide to tell your brother John B that you're going to "just go out and shop with kie". as you know that kie told you she had to do an extra shift today at the wreck but she didn't tell anyone else and told you to tell them. As you're coming out of your room you find JJ waking up on the couch down the hall. He's stretching his arms and yawning. You stand there scanning your eyes over his shirtless upper-half and thinking to yourself how hot he is. as you find yourself staring at him more you forget that you are and JJ turns around to see you standing there leaning on your bedroom door frame. "oh jesus you scared me Y/N" he says. "oh shit sorry" you awkwardly laugh realising what you just did. "how long were you standing there?" the boy asks. "oh n-no not long just came out of my room just now." you nervously reply. the boy laughs "well good morning then" he says with a smile appearing on his lips. "morning'" you answer, smiling. you go grab two beers out of the fridge and place one down on the table next to him "figured you'd want this" you say. JJ laughs, "yep you know me well don't you". you just smirk at his words letting out a light chuckle. "is the second one for me? because i know you're not drinking that." he says. "why cant i drink it?" you reply. "jesus you're too young for that shit, and john b would probably punch me in the face if he knew i let you drink that." the boy says. you hated whenever JJ would say stuff like "you're too young" because you were only a year younger then them and he knew you hated it, which is why he said it a lot to tease you. you took one sip from the second beer smiling at JJ "hope you like getting punched in the face" you laugh. the blonde looks at you and shakes his head whilst smirking and looks down letting out a chuckle. "you're one to keep an eye on Y/N." he says, "but seriously you shouldn't be drinking that stuff." you smile and turn around knocking on john b's door. JJ looks over nervously for what you're going to do. John b opens the door and says good morning to you both. JJ still nervously looking at you with the beer in your hand, you turn to John b and hand him the beer. "good morning JB." you say as you turn around to JJ with a grin on your face. JJ is surprised at your actions and finds himself laughing as he leans back onto the couch dragging his hands across his face. John b looks slightly confused but you both shrug off his confusion.

"alright so i'm going out shopping with kie is that cool?" you ask john b. "ooh shopping" JJ says jokingly in a high pitched voice squeezing john b's shoulders. "shutupp" you say with a grin. you look at john b "yeh all good just don't be out for too long we're going fishing this arvo" he says smiling. John b always loved fishing and it was a really fun thing for the pogues to do together. it was more just the teens chilling out on the 'HMS pogue' boat drinking and smoking and having a laugh and less of actually fishing, which was left up to john b pretty much to do that part, which he loved. "alright cool see you shitheads later." you say tapping both of the boys shoulders. the laugh as you leave the château. you decided to leave the house wearing jean shorts with a black belt tied around, paired with a light purple crochet top that you bought at a handmade shop down the road for cheap. wearing some rundown converse. you hair is tied in a messy bun located in the middle of your head, paired with loads of beachy-bracelets and necklaces and anklets (handmade, beaded, crocheted, etc.) with your most important item, your mothers old necklace, which was a vintage silver necklace that had a small heart with pretty details. you had worn this necklace every day since the day your mother passed away. it was very special to you and everyone knew that as your must-have item of jewellery. you carried a crochet shoulder bag on your shoulder with not much in it. but you brought it with you to carry the story you built about going shopping with kie.

you decided to bike downtown instead of taking John b's van as to not draw any attention to yourself.  you had never really been out of the cut before, the only place in figure eight that you have ever been to was the cameron house for dropping off or picking up sarah occasionally. so you were only familiar with that location. your plan was simple, except it wasn't. all you knew was that you wanted to see rafe somehow. you weren't even sure if you actually wanted to talk to rafe but you just felt like your were being drawn to him. you needed his presence near you again. you starting riding into figure eight. you knew that you needed to clean up to avoid any dirty looks. a lot of people had no idea who you were, although it was a somewhat small island and the word had most definitely gotten around that john b had a sister come in, people had no idea what she actually looked like. as you rode into figure eight you got a lot of confused "i've never seen her before" kind of looks. it was at this point where you thought you would just try and find the cameron house and make up some excuse about needed to talk to sarah about something hoping rafe would be there to see you or better yet answer the door. even though you knew sarah was out doing some beach clean up that day with her sister wheezie and probably her parents so you had hope that rafe might have been the only one home at the time.