summer sadness ( jj maybank )

018, midsummers

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"CAN YOU DROP ME OFF AT KIE'S?"

      The two blondes rode in silence for a while, neither saying anything as JJ continued to drive the bike everywhere and anywhere, Aaliyah's arms still wrapped tightly around his waist, staring at the buildings and scenery as they passed by.

      She didn't know how to feel, whether to be in pain, angry, or glad to be just with JJ, nothing made sense, and she seemed only now to realize how deep shit they've gotten themselves into.

      "Can you drop me at Kie's, please?" Aaliyah's voice broke the silence between the two. JJ didn't seem to hear, though, hands still gripping the handles of the bike tightly, staring straight ahead the road. "JJ?" Aaliyah spoke louder, moving one of her hands to touch his shoulder, snapping him from his daze.

      "Sorry— what?" JJ asked, staring at the road but listening now. Aaliyah let out a soft laugh at his confusion.

       "Can you drop me off at Kiara's? Please?" she asked again, moving her arm back around his waist. JJ gave a nod, slightly down, that his time with the girl cut short, but he understood, making a turn to figure eight.

      Aaliyah smiled, sending his waist a light squeeze as she rested the side of her head on his back, staring at the ocean that passed by. All too soon, the two of them reached the Carrera household. JJ turned to the girl as he shut off the bike's engine, moving his hand to gesture to the big house. "Your Uber has arrived," he joked, a small smile playing on his lips.

      Aaliyah giggled, slipping off the back of the bike and pushing his shoulder lightly, "Shut up," she smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder.

      "Be safe, okay? We'll work something out ... hopefully," she said while pulling away, JJ only giving her an emotionless face back, reluctantly giving a nod.

      "Yeah," he sighed, moving his hands back to the bike handles and turning the engine back on. It didn't take long for the blonde boy to send Aaliyah one last lingering glance before revving the engine and speeding away from the house.

      Sighing to herself, she turned around, facing the posh white house. She wondered how people living just a couple miles away were able to stay in a place like this ... when just a few miles down the road, you'd find others living in shacks and barely getting by. 

      She trekked up the steps and reached the glass door that she had been through some times before. 

      The Carreras were never fond of her, she always found it weird, considering she was a girl, but then again, still a pogue. Gathering up all her courage, or at least what little there was, she raised a fist and knocked on the glass, waiting nervously and hoping Kiara was the one to answer the door.

      Her prayers were unanswered, and as the face of Mike Carrera came into view, Aaliyah immediately started to dread her decision. And if it weren't for JJ already leaving, she would've run off and hopped back on his bike.

       Mike's face turned into a hard scowl as Aaliyah stared him in the eye, not in the mood for the bullshit she was more than sure was about to go down.