DISCONTINUED / NO LONGER WRITING
❛ and its new, the shape of your
body, its blue the feelin' i got and
it's ooh, whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer.
and it's cool, that's what i tell 'em. no
rules in breakable heaven, but ooh,
whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer...
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 ❛ are we doing this? ❜
JJ AND STELLA walked into his home once Kiara had dropped them off. JJ was skeptical but obliged on the account that his father wouldn't be there. His first stop was the fridge, where he cracked open a cold bottle of Coors Light before tossing the cap across the room. He offered Stella one and she shook her head.
Stella's arms tightened around herself, hugging her own waist. As her eyes danced around the room, she couldn't help but feel out of place and saddened. She had no room to talk, considering the state her own home was in, but this place was a shit hole, one that her best friend was living in.
Stella walked forward, gazing down when she heard the clank of a beer bottle by her foot. She kicked it aside before she took a seat on a nearby stool.
JJ's eyes stared at his feet whilst he took the occasional sip of his beer. Stella's eyes locked on his. "Y'know, you should probably clean your cuts," she said, causing his head to lift, "or they'll get infected."
JJ shook his head. "Stella, I'm fine."
Stella watched him for a moment before she bit her lip. She pushed herself up, making her way over to him as he watched her intently.
With inches in between them, she grazed her fingers from his broad shoulders to cup his cheeks. She brushed her hand across a gash on his cheek. He winced, but he tried to cover it. "JJ..."
He shook his head and his eyes averted from hers. "I'm fine, Stell."
"JJ," she said sternly. He looked at her. "Let me help you."
He gulped. Stella's eyes fell to his beer. Slowly, she took it from him and placed it on the counter before lacing her hand through his. She pulled him slowly to the nearest bathroom, him following every step of the way.
She nodded toward the bathtub. "Sit."
He obliged as he watched her eyes scan through different cabinets. "Under the sink." Stella nodded, reaching for the first aid kit.
Stella laid it out before pulling a few gauze pads from it. Then, she dug further into the cabinet and pulled out out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. She poured some onto the pad before placing it to JJ's cheek. He winced. "Sorry." JJ shook his head as Stella continued to clean his wounds.
Silence filled the air as Stella and JJ breathed heavily, still struggling to catch their breath. JJ would inhale sharply whenever she moved to a new cut. Each time she apologized.
Stella grabbed a new pad, poured some rubbing alcohol onto it before placing it to a new cut. For the first time, he didn't wince. Simply watched her. She brushed a strand of hair out of his face when it fell. "Thank you."
