JJ and a Routledge

Doozy of a Day

JJ and I eventually got back to his house, he ended up finding bandaids under the bathroom sink. "Alright, Princess." He smiles up at me. I was sitting on the sink counter and he was examing my knees. "Yikes." I look down at my left leg and see a little bit of blood dripping down towards my heel. I playfully roll my eyes. 

"Jay, it's just blood." I shake my head and giggle at the 'tough' blonde in front of me. "Do you need me to do it?" I reach my hand out for the wet cloth in his hand but he swats my hand away while pulling the cloth away as well. 

JJ shakes his head, "Nope. Now watch the professional at work." I watch JJ as he takes the cloth and places it on my cut. I sigh at the cool feeling on my skin. "You like that?" He smirked up at my facial expression which must have been of pleasure. 

I nod quickly and he moves on to the other knee. "Thank you, Jay." I smile, "I've never been- I haven't been cared for like this in a long time." I stutter over my sentence. For some reason, JJ is just easy to open up to. Things just kind of spill out of my mouth when I'm with him. I mean, I can't even remember the last time my mom helped me with a cut or helped me in any way, really.  And here JJ Maybank was, a boy I haven't even known for half a year, cleaning up my scraped knees. 

I just realized his stillness after my words. When I look down at him he quickly shakes out of it and shakes his head. "I- Coral, I know how it feels and I hate- I hate that you feel it too." He gulps while grabbing a bandaid. 

Before he puts it on I grip his shoulders."C'mere, Jay." I whisper, pulling him closer to me until we're fully embraced. I hear him sigh in relief and it makes me feel a tiny bit better. I softly rub his back, in circles. 

"What's going on with us, Coral?" He mutters in my ear. The question alone makes me shudder. Lately, JJ and I have been a little on and off. One second we're so happy, the next he's so mad. I don't even want to think about why, especially right now. 

"Let's just sit here, in this moment," I tell him. I hold onto him a little tighter than before because I don't know how long I'm going to have him. 

JJ decided to go get the ambulance on his own, which I was fine with. I ended up in his bed, trying to sleep. I just couldn't stop thinking about everything. I couldn't stop thinking about John B and how he could die. I couldn't stop thinking about JJ and me. I couldn't stop thinking about anything, it was hurting my head. 

I ended up exploring around JJ's room, looking at his pictures of the pogues, and the absolute mess it was in. I decided to clean his room, to help him out and that's what I spent my whole time doing. Cleaning makes me calm and relaxed. It makes me happy, knowing I turned something bad into something good, if that makes any sense. 

Around 9:30, I begin to wait outside for JJ, he said he was gonna come back and pick me up. I was sitting on the front porch steps when I see headlights pull into the house, it was an ambulance. "Oh my gosh." I laugh. I rush up to the car and JJ hops out to open the other door. 

"Where would you like to go, m'lady." He smirks at me and I pull him in for a quick kiss. 

"You did it, Jay. Oh my gosh." I smile, hopping into the passenger seat. 

"I know right." JJ eventually replies once he's back in his seat. "This might actually work." He laughs. He looks over at me overjoyed, "I'm actually gonna do something good for once." 

"JJ." I grab his arm and he gets serious. "You've done good things before, don't act like you haven't. You're always here for me, you're here for the Pogues, don't think about yourself like that, please." JJ just nods at me and puts his hand on my thigh. 

"Off we go, Princess." 

We ended up parking a couple blocks away from the jail. It was now 10:20. "Waiting on your call John B." JJ mutters, clearly getting anxious. He made me change into a white collared shirt, that was huge on me, so if anything it made me look like I just got fucked, not that I was on the job. JJ, on the other hand, looks professional. "Come on, buddy," JJ mutters again, fiddling with his fingers.