"Come here baby...I cant sleep without you." The voice was JJs, his beckoning being due to the fact that June had sat up in the middle of the night to escape a nightmare. She was holding the sides of her head, trying to expel the haunting images that were still echoing around her brain. The sound of his voice was enough for her to calm a bit, her head turning to look back at the perfect boy in her bed, his blonde hair tousled and messy and his eyes heavy and tired. His hoarse voice was music to her ears and she turned her full body back to him, crawling back into his embrace and laying her head on his chest. He groaned slightly as he adjusted in the bed, running a hand up and down her back as he attempted to fall back asleep.
June counted how many times she heard his heartbeat, knowing internally that her heart was beating in sync with his. She listened for so long that she memorized the rhythm, and she was so focused on it that the remnants of her dream faded into nothing, and she was only surrounded by the tangible presence of him. His skin underneath her was like a warm pillow, trying to lull her back to sleep, trying to give her the happy dreams she wanted so badly. It radiated off of him, she only hoped to soak in his optimism.
She shifted slightly, her head lifting from the warmth of his chest and instead picking up on the silence of the night. She attempted to keep her eyes closed but she couldn't help but start thinking, her overthinking was a waking nightmare on its own.
She had been unable to pry a single thing from Zach, whether Kiara and him were hanging out, if he liked her, if there was something at all going on. June wasn't entirely sure why it bothered her so much...the thought of the two of them together. She knew it wasn't feelings for him, she hadn't had those for a long time...if she had ever had them at all. The possibility of it being bottled up resentment towards Kiara or the fear that she would hurt her him the way that she hurt her...there was a fair chance that it could be.
On top of thinking about the possibility there was the thought of Barry, his requirements he set for her if he did what she asked him to. His condescending, smug grin was imprinted in her brain and she thought it made a lot of sense that this was Rafes partner in crime, they had that dreadful confidence and blinding hubris in common. He hadn't refrained from reminding her he knew all of her little manipulative tricks...learned from watching her and Rafe suffer through the hell of another try at a doomed relationship. It was sort of amusing to her that Barry was the closest thing that the Cameron boy had to a friend, it reminded her just how lonely he was...about as lonely as he had left her when he had abandoned her and stopped visiting. She felt her blood begin to boil as she thought of it, the lost feeling she had felt behind those walls...the way she—
A light tapping noise penetrated her thoughts, her head slightly lifting as she tried to determine what direction it was coming from. The sound of the almost indistinguishable knocking came from the glass of her window, the one everyone loved to climb through. June felt her heart drop as she slowly sat up, her hand bracing above JJs arm to see if she needed to wake him. Her breaths halted and she felt fear in her body as she waited in the dead silence, wondering if she would hear it again.
The buzzing of her phone on the bedside table almost made her scream, her body jolting as she had been scared by it. She reached for it but kept her eyes on the window, trying to figure out if maybe she had been half asleep and imagined it, maybe she had just been hearing things. She looked down at the phone screen and let out a small sigh of utter relief when she saw it was a text from John B.
Come to your window
She pressed the button and turned the screen off, feeling relief in her body now that she knew it was him and not someone else. She put the phone back on the table and slid out of the bed, trying not to wake JJ. She stood fully and looked at him, her head shaking slightly as she thought about his whiny voice from a few minutes before, contradicting with the deep snores that convinced her he could sleep without her. She smiled to herself as she walked towards the window, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the curtains and revealing the curly haired Routledge boy who was sitting in the small section of roof beside her window. She looked back at JJ once more before pushing the window up, her head poking out of the small space and tilting towards him.
