JJ Maybank Oneshots

Bad Trip

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JJ may have been rebellious, but his highest crimes included weed and underaged drinking. He'd never meddled with the hard core substances in fear of addiction.

Or at least that's what he called it. He'd hate to turn out like his father. It seemed like such a given. Even at parties and functions, the trail of white sand he'd see on that designated table freaked him out.

He was happy to know none of his friends would do it either. Kiara had never done coke, JB had never done coke, and Pope barely liked beer. He was sure if he meddled in something like that, they'd bring him back to life.

Part of the reason he'd never done such things was also because he'd never been that far gone. He'd been beaten, worn, and betrayed, but he'd never been that bad. He likes to think of it as his super power.

Because he grew up with the pain, it was easier to handle. He was used to it. But then he got to thinking on a Friday night. John B had invited him to a bonfire with the Pogues, and JJ wouldn't turn down his best friend.

"Beer?" The Routledge offered to grab him one, and he nodded. "Be back in five."

So John B left JJ alone. He was pretty chill, swaying with the music, but mostly being invested in his phone. He had no interest in the kooks around him.

At least until JJ saw Sarah and Rafe wandering around. He avoided them for the most part, until Rafe called him over. He knew damn well things were gonna go bad, but what would he do? Run? Hell no.

"Yo, JJ!" He roughly patted the Maybank's shoulder. "Great party, huh?"

JJ nodded mutely. He couldn't start a fight if he didn't say anything. Sarah looked like she could feel the tension.

"Uh, Rafe why don't we go find Topper?"

"You go find him, I have a question for the Pogue."

Sarah was going to protest, but JJ cut her off. It was uncalled for, but seeing his smug face triggered something, and he was immediately triggered about his last comment.

Tell Kiara she's pretty hot for a pogue

"The Pogue doesn't give a fuck about your question." JJ scoffed. The blonde girl sighed.

"It's funny?" Rafe got closer to him, and JJ could smell the alcohol on his breath. He instinctively backed away, quickly trying to rid his brain of the anxiety the smell caused.

"Oh, don't leave now. What's funny? Enlighten me!"

Well now JJ was in deep shit. He began going through his options in his head,
hoping Rafe wasn't drunk enough to really fight.

"Was that your question?" JJ wasn't sure why he kept talking. He was digging a hole. "Cause I find your face pretty hilarious. Does that answer your question?"

"JJ, come on!" Sarah rolled her eyes. "Guys."

Rage continued to invade his personal space. "Since you must know, my question was wether your major daddy issues gave you main character energy or not."

"Oh, you bitch-"

That's when John B finally showed up with the beers.

"Sorry that took forever." He gave a salute to Rafe and then hugged Sarah. "JJ, Pope wants you by the fire. Go see."

"No, he just-" John B pulled him back by his t shirt when he attempted to charge the kook, and Rafe continued to tease him. "JB, he fuckin-"

"He's not worth it." The Routledge whispered in his ear. "We'll get him back later. Time and place."