JJ Maybank Oneshots

Anxiety Attack (roles reversed)

Plot- Kiara starts panicking and JJ notices.

"Guys, I swear his outfit was a hate crime." Sarah laughed. "Even the dude at the shop said he needed help."

John B scoffed. "Wasn't that bad."

"See, but it was, Vlad."

"Shut up, Val."

"And how the hell did those names come to be again?" JJ interrupted their knowing stares. "And could y'all maybe pipe down? If I wanted to watch pre-porn acting I would've gone inside."

"Damn, JJ." Kiara laughed.

"Shit..." Pope said.

"You know how fast Kiara's parents would kick us out the wreck if they saw that?" JJ continued, chuckling a little.

"You know, he's actually right about that part." Kiara agreed, sighing.

"Speaking of, are we still on for three pm?" John B wondered, checking on Kie. "Food wise, I mean?"

"Yeah, should be. I'll give a call." She answered grabbing her phone and heading inside.

The call rang, and Kiara already had a horrible feeling. She wasn't sure what it was. Maybe the fact that her parents didn't even like the Pogues.

Or the fact that they both despised the idea of a ridiculous, rebellious surfer named JJ Maybank. That wasn't the worst part, though. It was the way they were disappointed in her for hanging out with them.

She sighed, almost hanging up the phone. She wasn't sure what she would tell her friends. Maybe she came down with something. Maybe her friend called and needed her right away.

Unfortunately, her father picked up just in time.

"Where the hell are you?" A stab of guilt hit her like a ton of bricks. "Get home. Now."

"Uh... yeah, absolutely. Just one question."

"What?"

She chewed on her lip for a few seconds, already regretting her next words.

"Um... I was wondering if me, Sarah, and the boys could come over and eat... for free."

"You've lost your damn mind." He replied, coldly. "You must have. After what you put us through? I ought to ground you. Get home. And leave the stupid Pogues behind."

Kiara sucked in a breath, attempting to respond and coming up empty. Something didn't feel right.

"You got that?" Her father asked, becoming impatient.

At that moment, JJ had decided to go in and check on Kiara. He rounded the corner just in time to hear her say, "Yeah... yeah, I'm sorry."

Then she hung up, and sighed again. The blonde boy watched her pull her hair back in a nervous attempt to chill out.

"Yo, Kie." He finally said.

She flinched before registering said rebellions surfer boy. "Uh, JJ. Hi."

"Hi... again."

She fiddled with her hands, rubbing a finger over each painted nail.

"Uh... you okay?" JJ wondered. "Like, really."

"Yes." She forced a smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Uhhh I don't know... you were on the phone with someone. Sounded pretty, like, bad."

She sat down, looking away from him. "I mean, yeah. But we're good. You know...?"

"I take it your parents said no."

She sighed, hands clenching and unclenching. "Yup. Sorry."

"It's all good." He reassured her. "But um... are you?"

"I already said yeah." She snapped, glaring at him.

He put his hands up in surrender, taken back by her response. "Jesus, my bad. I mean, you-" he stopped speaking when he saw a tear roll down her cheek.

"Oh, shit..." he rushed to her side. "What's wrong?"

Her glare faltered into a gaze of fear.

"I-I don't know." She blinked and more tears fell. "I'm literally fine."

Except she wasn't fine. She was struggling to breathe. This time, she seemed to notice her cheeks were wet, and panicked at the thought of her own weeping.

His hand was on her back in two seconds, following a circling motion to get her to calm down.

He could feel how tense she was, how sharp each intake of breath was. He could even see it on her face, the way it would flicker from control to a new genuine fear.

"Kie, breathe."

She tried. She really, really tried. JJ slightly panicked on his own, hating seeing her like that.

"Can I hug you?" He suddenly asked, shocking her.

She seemed to think about it for a few lasting seconds before coughing out an excuse of breathing. Kiara nodded after that, suddenly a lot more scared.

So JJ did. His arms wrapped around her protectively, his thumb moving up and down on her shoulder blades as she heaved breaths of sorrow.

"Sorry." She barely says, realizing his shirt is getting wet. She's embarrassed, and it comes out in an awkward sob.

"You're good, Kie."

He doesn't move for a while, his hand tentatively petting her hair. It isn't until Kiara had focused on her breathing enough that she pulls away.

JJ doesn't take his eyes off hers. He just watches as she dries her tears, and then as she stared at them on his shirt. It's at that moment he actually starts to feel the dampness, but he doesn't mind it.

"So... what happened?" He whispers, and reassures her, "if you wanna talk about it."

"I guess... talking to them got to me more than I thought it would..." she whispered so low JJ barely heard her.

Still, he grabbed his hand in hers, planning to hold on for a while. She didn't refuse, just stared at it for a moment.

"Don't worry." He says. "I'm sure the Pogues will understand."

She nods, hoping he is right. It seems to be true because Pope and John B walk in as an extra precautionary when JJ didn't make it back.

"You guys alright?" John B asks, and Pope mutters a quiet, "yeah..."

"We're all right." JJ says for Kie.

She's finally smiling, so I guess things were all right.