JJ Maybank Oneshots

Blunt

Plot- Kiara finds JJ looking a little distressed. After a few hits of a previously rolled blunt, he's spilling his worries.

Author speaking- I know I'm awful for this but my favorite thing is writing about JJ going through hell and someone comforting him...

(Jjs pov)

I was allowed to be worried. If someone walked up to you and said what John B just told me, you'd shit yourself too. I wasn't really ready to speak yet.

It didn't help that John B just hung up on me after dropping a bomb like that. Needless to say, my mind was racing.

I snuck out of my dads place to the dock. I wasn't going anywhere, I just needed a place to breathe and think.

So I rolled a blunt.

***

Not that my mind wasn't already a little messed up, but it took me a second to register Kiara walking my way. At first, I panicked at little because she tended to be kind of a mom about smoking.

Then I realized we shared one last time when Pope turned it down, so maybe she'd let it slide. The one and only time I was grateful Pope had a stick up his ass.

She finally reached me, putting down her bag and sitting next to me on the dock. She didn't really say anything. I took another hit, blowing smoke in the opposite direction.

"You look like hell, J." She whispered.

I coughed, trying to regain the ability to breathe. I mean I knew I was sweaty, and my hair was probably all over the place, but she didn't have to come right out and say it.

"Thank you." I replied.

Then she said something else.

"Are you okay?"

I hate that question. No doubt about it. Honestly who actually does like that question?

"Peachy."

"Seriously." She said, and her hand was on my shoulder.

My eyes widened a little. I watched the interaction and took another long hit. If my mind was playing tricks on me, I was gonna make it last.

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes. "I'm good. Just escaping reality really quick."

I wasn't entirely lying. I didn't dare look at her face but I knew she was giving me a look. The one that said "cut the bullshit." It was similar to her resting bitchface.

"Really? Cause you've taken like seven hits in the past five minutes."

"You don't give up, do you?" I was grinning a little at her persistence.

"Nope." She smiled back.

Her hand left my shoulder and I shivered even though it was hot as fuck outside. I hope she hadn't noticed.

"Got some news from John B." I said, inhaling. "Um... you know that guy Rafe buys drugs from? The insane dude with the tooth?"

Kiara slowly nodded. I could tell she didn't like where this was going.

"My dad was hanging out at his place. With a beer. But I mean that parts obvious, my dad wouldn't go anywhere without a beer." I chuckled dryly. I probably looked weird talking like this, but it was nice to know Kiara wasn't judging my reaction.

"I don't know what to think of it. Caught me off guard you know? I shouldn't care so much about it because he's always kind of been an asshole and drugs aren't past him but-"

"I get it." She interrupted me. "No need to worry. It makes sense."

I shook my head.

"Yeah, worrying isn't my forte." I stared at the water by my shoes. "I kinda just... let it go. Roll a blunt and call it a day."

We were silent for a few minutes. I passed the blunt to her and she accepted, blowing smoke above us.

"You don't have to, though." She took another hit. "I can share the load if it helps. You can talk to me, I mean."

I chuckled a little. She was nice to me. I mean I couldn't figure out why to save my life but I was enjoying it anyway.

"Thanks, Kie." I'd had enough of the sappy emotional stuff by that point. "Don't go soft on me. We have the other two cry babies for that."

She laughed out loud at my comment, which made me laugh a little too. She hooked her arm around my shoulders, pulling me a little closer to her.

We just sat and watched the water for a long time. I don't even remember finishing the blunt.