JJ Maybank Oneshots

Its In Your Blood

Plot- "You'll be back here one day. It's in your blood."
(lil rewrite of the whole John B in jail scene)

Now, in no way was JJs plan a good idea. It had been thrown together in his desperate attempt to free John B. It had barely been a week, and he hadn't expected the loss to impact him as it did.

John B was his best friend. He supposed he could be excused for missing him so much. Couldn't be so bad if Kiara was all emotional about it, too.

Of course she still didn't like his plan. He seriously doubted it would even work. But it was something and an excuse to see him... in jail.

So fuck the consequences. So be it.

"Hey, JB!"

The boy emerged in the cold room wearing a orange jumpsuit. Seeing him was more than uncomfortable. He wasn't sure if he should hug him or give him space. He choked a little at the thought of a desensitized John B.

The accused sat down across from him, staring at anything but the blonde boys face. This wasn't how he pictured it. They were supposed to laugh and figure out a way to bust him out of here.

Now JJ was struggling for words.

"So... welcome to my humble abode." John B spoke as if he'd given up.

He sounded nothing like the optimistic Routledge boy JJ and the rest of the Pogues were used to. That was around when his decision to visit the prison felt like a mistake.

"Um, yeah." He spit out the words as if they were ticking time bombs ready to explode if he kept them for too long.

"How's life outside the bars?" John B continued. "Carefree and... free?"

"I..."

Fuck

At that point, JJ had enough. He shook his head, trying to bring life back into his bones.

"Alright, come on man. I have a plan. We're gonna bust you outta here and that prick Ward is gonna get what's coming to him."

"And is this plan legal, or will it land me even more jail time?"

The Maybank sighed. "We won't get caught. Do you have something white you can rub all over your face?"

"JJ..." John B didn't look convinced.

"We just have to annoy the guards a-and... you can use soap or something to make your face pale so you look si-"

"JJ, no." And now the Maybank felt sick. "I'm sorry, dude. I don't wanna make things worse."

And then both boys were silent. JJ stared at the floor, subtly focusing on keeping his hands steady while John B fiddled with his own.

Eventually, the police officer said something. JJ hadn't actually heard what he said, but he figured it was time to go anyway.

He sulked the entire way outside, sparing a last glance to the Routledge boy before a particular female officer ushered him outside the room.

He forced a smile then, earning an angry look from Plum, and walked toward the exit. He made it around halfway before hearing a particular voice that sent shivers down his spine.

His instinct was to check the window on the door to his right, and his gasp was the result. Now Plum was grinning behind him, shoving him forward after the fourth shout for his father.

"I see what you did there, Plum." He practically growled, anger taking over his previously saddened features.

She didn't respond, pushing him all the way outside. The blonde boy was absolutely determined to get a lick back at the woman for the entire fucked up situation, so he protested her efforts.

"I just have one question." She actually listened intently when he paused. "How much is Shoupe paying you?"

And then she shoved him down the stairs. "You'll be back here one day." He'd heard that before. He rolled his eyes until she uttered her final words. "It's in your blood."

Tears welled in his eyes at hat point. Every moment prior and after John B had been agonizing, so it didn't take much to send him over the edge. Plums words caught in his brain, fogging his thoughts as he stumbled away from the prison.

Kiara had been waiting for him by her fathers truck, giving a reassuring smile as he made his way toward her. When he didn't even try to return it, she frowned.

"J?"

He didn't reply, choosing instead to enter the passenger side and lower the seat. Kiara got behind the wheel, but she didn't start the car.

"JJ-"

"Just drive." He mumbled. "Please."

She sighed, turning the ignition and setting off toward her house. JJ didn't make a sound the entire ride home.

***

Of course, JJ couldn't hide for long. He was sluggish as he made his way inside the house, avoiding Kiara's gaze as he did so. He expected her to ask more questions, but she was surprisingly silent.

He was grateful, until he realized she basically mirrored the way he acted around John B. Still, he wasn't ready to talk about it.

"I'm okay, Kie." He defended. He could feel her eyes on him.

"Okay." She whispered. She wasn't sure if he noticed his own voice crack. Or the way his eyes never stopped shining. She sure noticed.  "But JJ if-"

She paused once his leg started bouncing in an unspoken anxiety. She then sat next to him, putting a hand on his knee to stop the shaking. He finally looked at her, tears spilling over his cheeks. His face became red, eyes darting to the floor when Kiara went to hug him.

"John B is so fucking... fucking different. It's like he's not even trying anymore." A small sob escaped his lips as the memories resurfaced. He ran a handover his face as if to shield what had already become evident.

"He's gonna get through this. We're gonna bust him out." Kiara tried to reason. She hated it just as much as he did. It may seem like an exaggeration, but Pogues deal with these sorts of things a lot.

"Or I'm gonna fucking join him." At that point, he'd begun shaking. "It's in my blood." He used air quotes as he spoke, and Kiara started to realize someone must have said something.

It was the hopeless feeling that he feared the most, and there he was experiencing it in real time. None of it felt real until he'd seen that stupid orange jumpsuit, until he noticed his father playing basketball with other inmates, until John B's exasperated sigh nearly choked him to death.

"It's all going to shit, Kie." JJ frantically wiped away his tears, "all of it!"

In any other situation Kiara would've slapped him silly. "It isn't over." She gritted her teeth, and he must've noticed the tension because the Maybank remove his hands from his face immediately.

"We just need a better plan. And you aren't going in that damn prison. You're better than that. Neither of you, including John B, deserve this shit. We aren't just going to let it happen, you hear me?"

He slowly nodded, afterward letting his head fall onto her shoulder in an exhausted sigh. Her tone softened as she ran her fingers up and down his shoulders. "I promise everything will work out."

"Yeah..." His arms stayed locked around her figure, his eyes closing at the warmth and the feeling of her hands making it to rub circles on his back. "We got this."

They didn't move from that spot for a long time.

No inspiration but I felt like I really need to post something before I forget wattpad exists. This is all I could crank out. Hope it isn't complete ass 💀