𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙀 || jj maybank

seventeen.

『 fuck the rule ! 』

* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

GRIEF WASNT EASY. Olivia Primrose knew that more than anyone. Of course she'd had the expected deaths in her family like her grandmother and grandfather. She also had the more unexpected deaths for someone her age, like both of her parents. The girl was struggling, and she wasn't afraid to admit it. Her and JJ often talked about their dead friends, in hopes to feel a little better. She talked to Kiara a lot, knowing that Sarah's death hit her hard as well.

Liv was now sat against the trunk of the tree at the Chateau, a journal resting on her knees. School was starting back on Monday, in 3 days, leaving her with no more freedom. She had been coming to sit there quite often, usually when JJ went back to work and she was alone. She would be starting work again the next day, so she figured she'd take one last moment to sit in silence by her friends' memorials.

It was Kiara who suggested she start writing in a journal. She told the redhead it had been helping her a bit with the grief. So, she decided she was going to write.

Dear Diary,

What a summer it's been. I keep thinking about how last year I would have never imagined this is how my summer would've gone. A crazy adventure with the most amazing friends would've seemed too far fetched for 15-year-old Liv. But that's what happened. Not to mention, I was able to find someone who I appreciate more than the moon and the stars combined. Even if I can't man up and admit it to him. I also wouldn't have believed it if I was told that after that crazy adventure? One of my best friends would be dead. It's surreal, and still almost too much to think about. I'm thankful for Kie and Pope and how much they've been there for me, because I know it's worse for them to think about. And JJ. He's been taking John B's death the hardest. I think he blames himself in a way. But it's not his fault. It's no one's fault. In retrospect, it's maybe a couple people's fault, but I don't want to put the blame on anyone.
I miss him.
For some reason, that idiot became like my brother in the short time I knew him. And I know he was like that to the other Pogues already. I almost feel like I shouldn't even be grieving because I haven't known him half as long as my friends have. JJ reminds me that it's okay, though. I don't deserve him. People don't see how good he is and I wish they did. I'm constantly trying to crack his exterior, and I'm proud of him for opening up to me in the first place. He's so kind and people don't understand how much he's had to fight through.
It's not the same without John B. Or Sarah. The Chateau isn't a place of refuge anymore, its a place of mourning. The small memorial we made for him is something I'm hoping he's seen. It hasn't even been that long but it feels like a lifetime. I hope someday we can all be reunited.
P4L

Always, Liv

"What're you writing?"

The voice makes Liv jump and slam the journal shut, but she relaxes once she realizes it's just JJ. "What're you doing here?"

JJ takes in a deep breath, sighing it out as he takes a seat next to the girl. "You weren't home. Figured you'd be here."

Liv nods, running her fingers along the galaxy sketched into the cover of the journal. "Do you think they're in the stars?" Her question makes JJ tilt his head and stare at her with a confused expression. "Like, you know, when people say look for your loved ones in the stars. It's like they're always watching over you or something. Do you think they're watching over us?"