LOVER || JJ MAYBANK

II

jj maybank wasn't one to usually stare, but when he saw the sight in which he woke up to this morning, it was impossible not to. scarlett was snuggled into jj's chest, with one leg over his waist; her brown and red hair was slightly messy and covering part of her face and jj couldn't resist the temptation to lay there and watch her sleep.

yes, it may sound creepy, but jj physically could not help it - he had to. each time her chest rose and fell back down, jj got ever so slightly more addicted; he wasn't sure what it was - maybe it was the way that her hair was blown away slightly every time she exhaled, and then went back to it's original spot; or maybe the way she was cuddled up to him, or maybe it was the fact that it was scarlett.

jj was snapped out of his trance when a voice spoke from the doorway of the room, "you're in love, man."

john b's snickers earnt himself an eyeroll from his blonde best friend, which he pretended to take in offence.

"shut up. we're just friends."

john b chuckled, "yeah, 'cause friends cuddle like that."

"yeah, we do." jj spoke sharply.

the boy's sharp comment was quite a bit louder than the previous ones, making scarlett begin to stir.

"dude, get out of here. you're wakin' her up."

"pussy whipped." the brunette commented as he left the room.

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scarlett fernsby wasn't one to usually stare, but when she saw the sight of which she saw first thing that morning, it was impossible not to. when she had left the spare bedroom's empty bed, she entered the living room to see a shirtless jj maybank and his six pack.

her eyes refused to leave jj's abs. what are you doing! she thought, he's your best friend; stop it!

once jj had put his fresh shirt on, he turned around to see his friend staring at him.

"morning, scar. like the view?" he smirked.

"fuck off, i was looking at the ketchup stain on your shirt."

jj looked down to his shirt, pulling it outwards slightly to see what scar was talking about. when he realised that she was joking, he turned around to return to his unattended toast, throwing a middle finger in scarlett's direction.

"rude."

after jj had made his toast, he sat down on the couch and began to eat it. while scarlett was making some toast of her own, he got an idea.

"hey, scar," she hummed in response, letting him know she was listening, "wanna go out later? just me and you. we'll go surfing, get something to eat- whatever."

"are you asking me out, maybank?" she joked, tugging her lips into a smile.

"w-what? no!" john b's comment earlier that morning had left the blonde cautious that other people thought the same thing.

"i'm only kidding. of course, jj."

upon hearing the small interaction, john b walked past jj, after sending a wink in his direction, while pretending to crack a whip, adding the sound effects quietly.

"fuck you." jj flipped him off for the second time that morning.

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