you drive me wild (judd birch x f reader)

13: Care

[Care - beabadoobee]

I sat on the porch of the side entrance to the house. Not long after, Judd jumped in and took a seat next to me. He kept his distance, but I could still feel the heat radiating from his body. I hated how he still made me feel somewhat nervous. I had Ashton and why wasn't that enough? Perhaps it was because he felt more like a rebound than a natural attraction. I shook my thoughts away and tried to convince myself that I was into Ashton. But no matter how hard I tried, it didn't work. You can't force your feelings.

Judd cleared his throat and for a second I thought I heard him wanting to say something. He didn't.

"The alcohol is almost here."

My head shot in his direction. "K," I simply replied with a tone that was sure to show irritation.

A blue Prius parked on the road right in front of the house. "That's the alcohol." He stood up from his position and made his way to the car. He thanked the person at the driver's seat before heading to the back of the car to the luggage where boxes and crates of the good juice were stored.

"Help me out, guitar turd."

I got up and strutted towards the stacks of alcohol.

"Grab the other end," Judd commanded as he readied himself to lift one of the heavy crates. I positioned myself at the other end before we hoisted the crate and steadily moved towards the side entrance of the house. Judd kicked the door open and together we set it on the table.

I skipped outside to grab some more while Judd was still busy arranging alcohol on the table. One of them was a big crate of beers that I was completely sure I could carry on my own. As I attempted to lift the crate, I could feel the heaviness on my shoulders and down my spine. I felt like my muscles were strained, but I still insisted on carrying it. With willpower and a little bit of spite, I managed to carry it and dropped it right in front of the door. The crate dropped with a heavy thud and several clinks from the beer bottles.

Just as that happened, Judd appeared at the door and looked at me like I was some extraterrestrial creature, except maybe I think he would've been amused to see such a creature. He looked more...mortified. He scowled.

"Are you insane?"

"What did I do?"

"You carried that crate on your own! It's heavy!"

"So?"

"You could've gotten hurt and dropped the bottles! Get inside! I don't want to see you slicing yourself up!"

As he raised his voice, I groaned at his babysitter behavior. "Stop treating me like a fucking child!"

"Get inside."

I huffed...like a child. Which was ironic considering that I just yelled at Judd to not treat me like one. But I obliged somehow. I stomped back into the house.

As soon as I was in the kitchen, with Judd out of sight, I let out a frustrated scream.

"Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?" Leah appeared from the living room.

"Judd's treating me like a child and the worst part is, I am acting childish."

"At least you're aware. But like what actually happened?"

"I was carrying this heavy fucking crate of beers out of spite – don't ask why – and then Judd went wack shit saying that it's dangerous for me to carry it myself."

"It sounds like he cares for you, babe."

"Whatever."

I couldn't help but feel slightly safe around him after the incident. I felt something warm and fuzzy build up inside of me which made me slightly cringe because I didn't want to be involved with any Judd business. Maybe Leah was right. Maybe Judd does care. But perhaps Judd was just a lot kinder than people give him credit for. I couldn't simply say that I was special. Judd was probably nice to everyone and gave them similar kinds of attention. Right?

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MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS DARLINGS <3 I've been on a holiday with my family so this took a while. Hope you enjoyed it though. 

-lydia xx