JJ Maybank Oneshots

Sabotage

Plot- When they all get sabotaged by Barry, JJ doesn't take it too well. Another rewrite.

"Don't be a hero, man!" Pope whispered.

John B obviously didn't listen. He followed Barry into that car and hid in the backseat. It didn't take long for their scuffle to become known.

At least by that time, the rest of the Pogues had gotten up to help. Barry was outnumbered. They each took turns getting a kick in... except JJ.

He remained plastered to the floor. From his position, he couldn't see where the gun was, and his heart rate only increased.

He couldn't move his legs if he tried. Then he could hear the shouting. Barry sounded absolutely pissed and JJ was absolutely terrified.

He wasn't sure why this freaked him out. He'd definitely dealt with worse. Maybe it was the way he recognized the voice. The drug dealer. He's sure he's heard it in his own house before.

Kiara was suddenly beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched immediately, finally sitting up and wiping away the tears he only now noticed existed.

"JJ, are you alright? What happened?"

"I'm fine. Where's..." He met eye contact with Barry on the floor in front of his car.

His heart caught in his throat.

"JJ!" Kiara snapped him back, beckoning to the rest of the Pogues to help her find out what was wrong.

John B secured the gold and followed Pope to their friend. "You okay, man?"

"Fine." JJ repeated, then sniffed. "I-I'm literally fine."

He was subtle about it, but his hands were beginning to shake. They all piled back into the Twinkie, deciding JJ was telling the truth.

Well, except for Kie. She kept a close eye on him, stealing glances from beside him in the back. She wouldn't ignore the slight tremor in his hands.

His eyes caught hers for a moment. He still looked extremely worried. She inched a little closer to him, putting her arms around his waist and just holding him there. Slowly, the Twinkie's conversation died as they began to take notice.

JJ's tears had welled up again, suddenly being fueled by embarrassment and fear. His hands weakly pushed Kiara off of him, insisting he was alright. It was easy to see he was lying.

When they arrived at John B's, JJ locked himself in the bathroom. The rest of them huddled in the living room, pondering his behavior.

"Okay, what was that?" John B face palmed. "JJ's acting weird and Barry almost fucking shot us."

Pope shoved his arm. "Shut up, he's not deaf!"

Kiara raised her hand. "Guys something is seriously wrong." She fiddled with her bracelets as she spoke. "I think JJ had a panic attack out there."

Now everyone's eyes were wide. JJ was the last person anyone would expect to have a panic attack.

"Really." It wasn't a question, Pope almost sounded accusing. "How?"

"I don't know, all right? I've seen his actions before. He was like, traumatized. It makes sense!"

John B stared at her. "Makes sense?"

Pope knew what she was talking about. It was only now hitting them that JB had no clue about the blonde boy's father.

"Oh shit..."

Kiara quickly left the room to check on her boyfriend while Pope tried to change the subject.

"JJ?" She knocked on the door. "It's Kie."

She didn't hear anything for a solid minute. Then there was click of the door handle, and she'd been granted access. She cautiously entered, sitting beside him and waiting.

He was staring into space, thinking too hard about something she wasn't sure she wanted to know. And then he spoke.

"I keep doing that." He shook his head. "Fucking spazzing out."

She tilted her head to one side. "What do you mean?"

"I can never just be normal. It's pissing me off, Kie! And it's obvious now 'cause y'all know every fucking thing."

"We don't j-"

"You don't have to judge me to know I'm weak as hell. I've dealt with way worse than Barry but when I saw him I..." he tapered off, letting Kiara breathe a little. "I folded. I got scared. I pussied out."

"It was a panic attack, J. And it's normal. I get them all the time."

"Yeah." He grunted, breaking eye contact. "They just suck. But I'm alright."

She didn't believe him, and he knew that. His head made it to her shoulder, and her instinct was run her fingers through his hair. His relieved sigh told her she'd made the right move.

"It'll be okay." She said quietly. "No one thinks your weak."

"I know. But I do."

"Don't." She spoke firmly.

"I'm okay now." He repeated after a while, when his legs began to feel numb on the bathroom floor. "Really."

"I guess I can make hot chocolate now." She grinned, helping him up.

"We have hot chocolate?" He wondered, following her out to meet the rest of them.

John B still looked confused, but Pope kept silent. Kiara did as she said she would and JJ joined the crew.

"You cool?" The mathlete wondered, a tentative hand on the blonde boy's shoulder.

"Peachy."

short i know i'm sorry. the season dropped DONT SPOILLLL but im mad cuz she keeps calling him jayj. tf is jayj. just cal him j. i hate that. it's stupid but i hate jayj. worst nickname ever.