Murder Me, a JD x reader (female)

Maybe prom night

Sitting at the peak of the highest hill in all of Sherwood Ohio you and JD sat.

You were both sitting snuggly on a bench, your arms around his waist, your head resting on the side of his chest. His arm wrapped around your back. In the other hand he held a ciggerate. Whenever he was outside he seems to always be smoking, understandably. 

The stars twinkled above like shards of glass, the light pollution of Sherwood making the twisting constellations barly visible.

Deep beyond the stars and the solar system was a wide open Galaxy, a galaxy upon galaxy. The endless space and defying gravity. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky.

You were staring up at a million different balls of fire that could come shooting down and any point. Your eyes kept fixated on the pitch black sky for any type of movement.

It was a chilly night, you had forgotten your jacket so JDs trench coat was wrapped around you like one massive blanket. Sheilding the light wind and chilly fresh air better than any of your own coats.

You had  looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity. The occasional barking of faraway dogs broke the silence of the night.

And as you  took at the god of a man that was yours, yoj can't help but feels pang in your heart that made you smile

Your life began the day you met him.

As you lay there, looking up at him, you couldn't help but feel the millions of words and feelings you felt towards him some crashing down.

You were addicted to him

You were craving him

You desired him

You were crazy about him.

And most of all, you were obsessed with him.

And there he was.

You watched as he inhaled the vapor, tilting his head up and blowing the smoke as far out as he could. You watched him in every step he took. admiring.

You looked on whistfully, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held.

You smiled as you tried to imagine senior prom. If you went, that is. You imagined the butterflies acting up as the event drew near. The frantic panic of getting ready.

You imagined how your heart would skip a beat as you saw him at the bottom of your stares ... How we would be wearing his trench even after you told him not to..... How he would smirk and his eyes would widen as he saw how beautiful you looked ...

You giggled to yourself as you imagined him waltzing in his trench, tripping every Wich way. 

You let your face rest in a light smile, wondering what he was thinking about. 

Everything you did with him felt exciting and new, you made make sure that your plans revolved around him. You fantasized when the two of you were apart about what would happen when you met again. You would leave your window open hoping that he would take a hint and climb through.

And here he was. Staring up at the same sky as you.

You couldn't help but love him.

You pushed yourself off of him, cringing at the sudden wave of cold air that took advantage of your sudden vulnerability.

He let his arm fall from your shoulders, still staring up at the stars.

You propped yourself up on your knees, staring at him. Was he aware you were staring?

Suddenly he slowly moved his head towards you. You were hit with a wave of... Well, you didn't know what it was, but you knew that it made your palms tingly, that your breathing slowed a dramatic amount. That all you could see was him.

You couldn't stand it.

You wanted it to stop, the itching sensation.

But there was only one way you knew of to make it stop.

You leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his, while he placed his hands on your waist. You took the cue to slide over and sit on his lap, facing him with one leg over each side.

He tightly held your waist as you cupped his face with your hands, giving into the sensation of pleasure as he slowly rubbed your waist.

You couldn't be happier. The moon high above your heads, the breeze swiftly through your hair.

That was how it was.

When things were normal.

Nothing is normal anymore.

It never will be.