❥JJ Maybank Imagines❥

Summertime Sadness💛

Song to listen to while reading- Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray

Y/n's Pov
"i'm sorry but JJ, he didn't make it."

Those 8 words made my world crumble. i watched as the surgeon walked back into the room. i looked at my feet before i started sobbing.

i quickly dropped to my knees, to weak to stand. Kie ran over to me hold me. I screamed and cried as she wrapped her arms around me, her own tears falling and mixing with my own.

John B and sarah were holding each other. Pope sat in his chair, his face in his hands.

"Y/n come on let's get you home" kie said, trying to stand me up.

i shook my head quite violently. "no! No no no! he's not gone kie! he can't be! he promised me he wouldn't leave me! he's not gone!" i screamed. i sobbed and she just tried to comfort me.

She eventually got me off the floor and took me home.

When i walked through the door, my mom hugged me as i fell to my knees and started sobbing again.

my brother came in and did his best at comforting me along with my mom.

"he promised he'd always be here and he broke that promise. what am i supposed to do" i questioned as they hugged me.

my dad came through the door, confused on what he walked into. my mom took him to the kitchen to explain everything while Noah walked me to my room.

he pulled back my blankets and tucked me into my bed like he did when we were little. he kissed my forehead and whispered "i love you and i know he did too. he loved you more than anything. don't you ever forget that ok" he said and i nodded.

he shut my light off and i cried myself to sleep.

JJ never would have guessed that his death would cause so much destruction. it's like he was a grenade that went off and i was stuck suffering through the aftershock.

I didn't eat. my mom would bring me food but i would look at it and get nauseous. i knew if he were here he'd be making sure i ate all three meals and some in between.

that thought made me sob again. how could someone so awful do that to someone like him? especially his did. i knew his dad was abusive but now he was the reason JJ was gone.

Kie would stop by sometimes. she would see how i was but i could see that she was suffering like i was. i felt awful. everyone was making sure i was ok and no one was making sure every one else was ok.

I guess that's what happens when JJ's gone. no one would check on him or ask if he was ok. but you can bet your ass he was making sure everyone else around him was ok.

it's who he was.

~a few days later~

"Sweetie can we talk" my mom said as she replaced a bowl of pasta with a plate of eggs and fruit down on my nightstand.

i looked at her and nodded.  she sat on my bed and caressed my face as a tear slipped out. she quickly wiped it and remembered why she sat down.

"honey i think you should plan a funeral for him" she said quite calmly. Is this bitch serious? for one, JJ Maybank would not want a funeral. he would want to be cremated and have the pogues dump his ashes somewhere meaningful.

I shook my head violently. "no. absolutely not!" i yelled as more tears filled my eyes.

"Honey i really think you-" "NO! I WON'T PLAN A FUNERAL MOM! GET OUT" i yelled as more hot tears ran down my face.

she got up and walked out. i couldn't even plan a funeral if i wanted to. so i'm lucky i don't want to.

Later that night~

I stood up and looked out my window at figure 8. JJ and i used to sit here all the time and make fun of the kooks around us.

I'm gonna go for a drive.

I hopped in the shower and took my time, really cleaning myself. once i was satisfied, i quickly jumped out.

i looked at myself in the mirror. god i look awful. i brush my teeth and wash my face. i do all my skincare and walk into my closet.

i decide to wear his favorite, my red dress.

(something like this)

i put it on and put on all my nice jewelry. i dry my hair and do it up in a bun with some strands out which i curl.

for makeup i did some foundation and concealer, some eyeliner, highlighter, mascara, and deep red lipstick. perfect.

i slip on my air forces and grab my keys. i start my car and just drive.

i have no particular destination in mind i was just driving no where going way too fast. the radio was blaring 'Summertime Sadness' by Lana Del Ray.

i pass by the spot on the beach we always used to go to and i swear i could see him. i stare at the spot where i saw him. Huh? how could this be happening.

he died i saw it. there's no way.

a loud honk pulls me out of my thoughts. i slam on the breaks as i feel my car flip and roll into a ditch.

John B's Pov
i was sitting on the couch in the chateau with the rest of the pogues. we haven't seen Y/n in a week. we all know  she's not ok. but we aren't either.

we were drinking and talking about our favorite memories with JJ when my phone rang. i saw that it was Y/n calling so i picked it up immediately.

"Hey Y/n how are you" i said standing up, walking a few steps away from the group as they quiet down.

"Hi john b. this is Y/n's brother, Noah. i just wanted to let you know that Y/n's car flipped and rolled into a ditch. She died immediately. Y/n's gone. My baby sister is gone" i hear Noah say into the phone.

The phone slips out of my hands as the groups asks me if everything is ok. i slowly turn around, tears in my eyes. i shake my head at their questions.

"Y/n's dead"