The College JJ Series

new years

REQUESTED: @thebaddestofbitties - here's New Years in OBX - this got serious so... sorry lol hope you still like it

This turned into a wild ride that sets up the next chapter/request (go me!)

Summary: You and JJ spend New Years on Kildare Island, and but a run-in with someone completely shatters your fun night.

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After a wholesome Christmas with your family, it was time to head back down south to spend New Year's Eve with your friends. You left the day after Christmas for Kildare Island, with John B and Pope both blowing up the group chat with tentative plans to bring in the new year.

"They keep talking about 'the pub'," you tell JJ as he drives down the interstate. "Is that one of the places we went on that bar crawl at Thanksgiving?"

He shakes his head. "No, the pub was not one of our stops. It's that bar near the boneyard," he explains.

"Oh, the one with the fencing out back?" you ask.

"Yeah, the fencing around the patio. They poured the concrete and fenced it in when they made that law you couldn't smoke in bars anymore," he says. "Remember, we went and put our hands in the wet concrete and scratched our names underneath with a stick when the construction guys went to lunch."

You laugh at the memory. "I wonder if it's still there," you comment.

"We'll have to look," he replies.

It's a little over five hours from DC to the Kildare Island Ferry, then another forty five minutes or so to the island. When your tires finally hit the sandy streets of your childhood hometown, it's pushing dinner time. When you text in the group chat that you've made it to town, Pope suggests you all meet at The Wreck for dinner. The place is busy when you arrive, and Mr. Carrera greats you warmly whenever he sees you grab a table. Kiara had been home for Christmas, but had already gone back to the Galapagos before you and JJ made it in. John B and Pope had seen her briefly.

After dinner, you follow John B back to the chateau. Big John is gone again, down in the Gulf on a research expedition. He had left that morning, with the promise to return in a couple weeks. He trusted you all to keep an eye on the house while you were in town.

It's a low key night for the three of you; you lay around on the furniture, catching up with one another after the handful of days apart. Empty beer cans slowly take over the coffee table, and before you know it, John B is nodding off in the recliner.

"Think I'm down for the count guys. I'm headed to bed," John B announces around a yawn so big his eyes start to water. "I'll see you in the morning."

"You tired?" JJ asks as you hear John B's door latch shut down the hall.

You shrug, looking down the hallway at JJ's open bedroom door. "I could lay down."

He hails himself off the couch and holds his hands out to you to help you up. "That's what I was hoping," he says with a grin.

You chuckle as he pulls you down the hallway, walking backwards with your hands in his. "J, I don't think I have the energy for—"

"No, not that," he says, rolling his eyes. He backs his way into the bedroom with you and shuts the door behind you. "I just want to lay with you. I've missed it."

You smile, stepping closer to plant a kiss on his lips.  "We've stayed together the last five nights," you remind him.

"But the last two nights I slept in your dad's guest room without you," he reminds you, pouting dramatically. "And I sleep better when you're next to me."