𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙀 || jj maybank

twenty eight.

『 my innocent eyes ! 』

* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

PARADISE. Olivia Primrose had thought she'd known what it was like, but that was before she was stranded on an island with no supervision and a bunch of her best friends.

She didn't expect to enjoy living on a deserted island, but the first few days proved otherwise. It was just their little group, playing games and enjoying each other's presence. Although, Liv's cheek had stung for a couple days, and she wasn't too fond of that. Whenever she would wince or unconsciously reach a hand up to trace the small cut, JJ would always stop her and place multiple kisses on the scarring cut.

Liv opted to be one of the people who helped build and create things for them, her talent with crafting coming quite in handy. She would weave together bowls for them and rebuild their small shelters if the wind decided to mess with the structure. Liv was just trying to play her part, as she felt almost a little useless with the whole hunting aspect.

A plus was that she was absolutely and utterly in love with her boyfriend. She admired how he took charge with getting camp set up and getting them food when they needed it. He was always with her, making sure she wasn't hungry or feeling sick. Something she didn't expect though was that being on a deserted island didn't make her sex drive diminish, and seeing JJ work and develop a bit of a tan wasn't helping. But being the amazing boyfriend he was, JJ always made sure she was satisfied one way or another while they were alone. He was perfect to her, and she was so glad he was there.

It was around day 5 when Liv was laying on her makeshift bed under the small cliff overhang. She had taken her shirt off to reveal a tight-fitting tank top, the light blue color slightly stained with dirt. Her denim shorts were hugging her tighter than usual, but she refused to take them off. Her back rested on the woven pattern of the bed, one arm resting over her forehead as the sun beat down on her body. She let the sound of the ocean waves and the salty smell transport her to a different place, the exhaustion truly sinking in.

Liv didn't want to admit it, but she was starting to kind of miss sleeping in a real bed and eating real food.

"Livvy."

The voice came to her in a whisper, almost muffled. When Liv opened her eyes, she was met with an intense burning sensation. She couldn't see too much, the picture seemingly murky and blurry. Her lungs felt like they were being squeezed, and she couldn't even gasp for air. "Sorry Liv, but one of us had to go." The voice in her head was cold, distant. It sounded like JJ, and she almost didn't want to believe that he would say something like that. She tried to scream out to him, but all that came out was a muffled mess.

"Hey, Liv."

Hearing the voice once more was almost a breaking point for her, and she fought to reach it. A gentle touch on her shoulder made her whip her head around, simultaneously opening her eyes in the real world.

Liv was met with the sight of her boyfriend, whose face was etched with concern. "Hey, hey," JJ fell to his knees beside her, the piece of cloth in his hand dropping into the sand. "What's wrong? What happened, you were, like, almost screaming," JJ rambled, his hand going to thread through her loose hair.