𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙀 || jj maybank

one.

『 the picture perfect summer ! 』

* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

OLIVIA PRIMROSE WAS HAVING A PICTURE PERFECT SUMMER. The Pogues had spent almost every day together since the first day of break, and she was loving every minute. Whether it was surfing with John B, having sleepovers with Kiara, talking with Pope about his scholarship, or smoking with JJ— she never found herself alone.

Her Aunt Hazel and Uncle Tom loathed the fact that she was off with the crew every day, which resulted in her getting yelled at when she would sneak back in every night.

Eventually, the yelling turned into hearing her door open late at night and receiving another round of abuse. To spare the details, Liv would wake up with a fresh set of bruises on her hips almost every morning. The girl cursed herself and cried at the sight of her reflection, going as far as turning over the floor length mirror that sat against her wall. The redhead bit her tongue when the man would walk into the kitchen in the morning and greet her as if nothing had happened. She wondered why he was doing this to her. She itched to tell her aunt, or Kiara, but the man would harshly whisper to her that if she told anyone he would kill her.

So she stayed silent.

It wasn't until one day when they had been running from the police, as they often did, and JJ lifted her into the van when she finally had to tell someone. At the contact of his hands on her bruises, she winced— hard. The blond's eyes snapped to hers at a rapid speed, removing his hands as if she'd burnt him. No one else had seen their exchange, and Liv wanted to keep it that way. His eyes spoke a thousand words as they watched Liv's pool with tears. The salty liquid was one that rivaled the ocean, and were ready to spill as if it was a crashing wave. She had silently asked him to talk later and he agreed, looking forward from his seat next to her.

Liv didn't speak as the Pogues laughed about whatever they had been talking about. JJ kept glancing at the girl next to him, making sure she was still there. Scanning her face, he noticed how her brows kept scrunching and the tears in her eyes threatened to escape. Slowly, he reached his hand out and took Liv's in it, intertwining their fingers. She hesitated it first, almost reluctant to touching someone, but she let the warmth envelope her hand.

This touch was different. JJ's touch was different.

He gave her hand three squeezes, all while looking ahead at their friends and engaging in their conversation. In response, she laid her head on his shoulder and let her eyes flutter closed. The sound of her best friends' laughter and chatter and the hum of the van calmed her, and she was eventually lulled to sleep.

Of course, the crew had teased JJ relentlessly when Kiara pointed out that they'd been holding hands. As the blond blushed a deep red, he flipped them off with his free hand and immediately detached their linked hands. When they'd gotten back to the Chateau, JJ woke up the sleeping girl and informed John B that he was going to take her home and would come back later. Liv moved into the passenger seat and maneuvered her body to face her friend as he drove away from their usual hang out spot.

JJ took her to the beach, where they quickly found a place to sit and take in the ocean. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, but JJ continued to glance at her like he had in the van. He was the first to break the silence, asking if she was okay. Those three words, are you okay, sent Liv into a spiral. She broke down and let tears fall freely down her cheeks as she tried to explain the situation. Now, the blond had never needed to comfort a crying girl like this, and he was almost shocked when she threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.