MERCEDES, jj maybank

11.

HOME SWEET HOME

The next morning Trinity had to drive back to Figure Eight for a short morning shift which was way too early for her liking.

Trinity had to polish equipment and supplies, put everything in the correct places for when the customers and guests start coming in.

By the time she had left it just hit midday and she was speedily driving back to the Cut. Her friends went out on a boat ride this morning and the Kooks were all on a big beach clean.

Trinity pulled up into the driveway of the Chateau where she smiled seeing the Twinkie. She parks her car and heads inside.

"Hey JB," She says walking past him. John B turns around from the cupboard to look at her.

"How was work?"

"Same old same old," She sighs heading off to one of the rooms.

She shuts the door behind her and takes off her white dress, picking up a pair of blue denim shorts and slipping them on.

"Where is it?" She asks herself, looking for one of her halter tops.

The door swings open, "Woah, Mercedes,"

Trinity picks up one of the halter tops laid in front of her and holds it against her, hiding herself, "JJ, door!"

JJ steps forward and closes the door behind him with a wide smirk.

"No! Close the door with you outside it!"

"Has John B told you the plan?" He changes the subject.

Trinity sighs loudly turning around so her back is faced towards him, "I just got in so, no." She puts on her top and walks to the mirror making minor adjustments to herself.

"You look good, uh, we need to go to Figure Eight and use the internet there."

She turns to face him, "All the way to Figure Eight?"

"Only the rich people have power right now,"

Trinity nods understandingly, "Whereabouts?"

JJ shoves his hands into his pockets and leans against the door, "We need somewhere with computers or like a laptop,"

"My place?" She walks to JJ and he stands up straighter, "My brother has a tech room here,"

"Sweet."

Trinity looks at him confused, "Yeah you can get out the way now," She gestures to his body in the way of the door.

JJ shrugs his shoulders, "I dunno, I'm kinda enjoying this alone time,"

She shakes her head and looks away to hide her grin, "JJ it's not going to work,"

"Yeah, I don't know why you say that, you used to be all over me," He trails his fingers up her arm.

It's almost impossible for Trinity to contain her laugh, "What when I was in eighth grade?"

JJ's hand lingers next to hers, linking their fingers together, "You had a crush on me for months and months before the little incident on the beach."

Her head drops down with embarrassment. When she was thirteen turning fourteen Trinity's crush on JJ was huge and occasionally drove her friends mad with how much she would mention the 'funny blond surfer boy'. She was obsessed.

Trinity lifts her head back up, "Okay, JJ," She harshly emphasises his name, "You can try all you want but I have a boyfriend so it's not going to work," She grins and squeezes past him and out the room.