JJ Maybank Oneshots

Drunk (Kie)

Plot- Kie is drunk as hell and JJ is the one to help her out. I honestly have no idea what my fingers are about to produce.

"Hey, Kie?"

She turned her head dramatically. JJ chuckled a little as her demeanor.

"Yes?" She whispered, tracing her finger along his arm.

He paused, watching until her hand left his skin.

"Um... actually, how many drinks have you had?"

He was going to ask if she was free that Friday night. He'd spent a good portion of the night finding the courage to ask her at all. That meant he didn't exactly pay attention to the amount she'd been drinking along with the rest of the Pogues.

Thinking about it now, JJ mentally face palmed. He knew he'd seen John B and Sarah passed out on the couch.

"Uh... damn, J, I have no clue." She looked to the blonde boy beside her, who gave a very confused expression. She burst into fits of laughter, pointing at him. "Holy shit, your face!"

She reached for the bottle sitting in her chairs cup holder before JJ noticed and abruptly stopped her hand.

"Yeah, something tells me you've had enough."

"Come on, JJ you're being a mom." She rolled her eyes.

"I know..." he murmured sarcastically. "It's so freaking weird but I actually care about you."

She stoped fighting him for the drink to slump back in her seat. "That's sweet."

That made him smile for half a second. "Right, well I'm ready to crash in JB's spare room. You going home?"

She shook her head, which made it hard for her eyes to focus when she stopped. "Hell no."

Kiara made a move to stand, and practically collapsed into JJ. "And you were trying to drink more?" He exclaimed, rushing to catch her. "Wow, Kie, you're plastered. Like full on shitfaced."

She frowned, trying to steady herself. He noticed this, and suddenly felt a little guilty, though he wasn't sure what for yet.

"What's wrong?"

She held on to the fence surrounding the wooden dock and insisted,"I am not that bad."

"No, of course you're not I was just kidding, Kie." He stifled his laughter at her pout.

Her small grin made him feel warm. She continued walking, hanging on to the edge of the material while JJ followed close behind for precaution.

She eventually reached the grass, where she came to the realization that she couldn't hold on to anything anymore. That's when JJ replaced the ledge with his arm, and they continued making it back inside JB's house.

While JJ was down for drunk night any other time, this certainly felt strange. He felt like he had a secret even though he'd seen Kiara drunk before.

She just never acted so... clingy?

Once they made it to the bedroom, Kiara stumbled onto the bed. JJ just watched in mild amusement as she clutched the blankets in weak fists.

"Uh..." he was trying to figure out what to do next before she started to pull on the zipper of her dress.

He immediately turned red, spinning to face the wall. His eyes were wide while his hand hung on to the back of his red hat.

Dead dogs, geometry class, John B and Sarah making out He panicked, stifling the feelings that almost instantly went south.