Rafe and JJ Imagines

John B- JJ

I got half way through writing this and then realised this sounded familiar so I went through my published chapters and realised like two years ago I published something very similar to this. But tbh I'm too lazy to change it so I'm putting it out anyway lmaooo
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"John Booker Routledge put me down now!"

JJ scoffed, rolling his eyes while he muttered profanities under his breath.
He angrily fumbled with his sunglasses, sliding them across his face as he watched his two best friends in the water from afar.

"Y'know instead of shooting daggers at them with your eyes, you could just join them?" Pope pointed out, taking a seat next to JJ on the sand.

JJ shook his head, his eyes not once shifting away from Aaliyah or John B.
"What's the point? I'd just be third wheeling."

"Well now you know how we usually feel." Pope chuckled

JJ finally tore his gaze away, raising an eyebrow in confusion at Pope's statement.
"You should elaborate."

"Oh please, you're clearly jealous that Aaliyah's attention isn't solely on you for once." Kiara replied, joining the conversation.

"I am not jealous- JJ Maybank doesn't get jealous." JJ stated as a matter of fact.

Pope and Kiara turned to look at each other, bursting into fits of laughter.
JJ creased his eyebrows together.
"What the fuck? What's so funny?!" JJ exclaimed

"You're funny Jay- really." Pope laughed

"I'm serious! I don't give a shit what Aaliyah and John B do."

"Oh really? So you feel nothing about what's going on down there?" Kiara smirked, pointing at Aaliyah and John B.

JJ narrowed his eyes, his face growing warm with frustration.
John B was chasing Aaliyah through the water, wrapping his arms around her body and hoisting her up over his shoulder- spinning her around as she squealed for him to put her down.

"I'll be in the van." JJ grumbled, standing up abruptly- storming off up the beach.

"For someone who doesn't get jealous you sure seem jealous!" Kiara called out

"I am not!" JJ yelled back, flipping his friends the finger.

Gritting his teeth, JJ took a deep breath- however it did little to calm the storm of emotions that began to rage inside of him.
His eyes darted back and forth between between Aaliyah and John B, his gaze filled with a mix of jealousy, anger and longing.

"That was a cute one." Aaliyah giggled, leaning her head on John B's shoulder as she showed him the picture they took.

"No, no, use this filter its funnier." John B insisted, reaching for Aaliyah's phone.

"John B stop it!" Aaliyah laughed

Every playful touch, every shared laugh, felt like a knife going straight through his heart. JJ tried to distract himself, he adverted his gaze to the Chateau, he tried to listen to what Pope and Kiara were talking about, but his eyes kept getting drawn back to Aaliyah and John B like a magnet.
JJ's mind raced with thoughts of how and what he could say or do to interrupt their intimate moment.
He could just grab John B by the shirt and rip him off...
Or punch him.
No.
These were his two best friends- he was overreacting.

"JB, could you get me another drink?" Aaliyah asked, shooting him an innocent smile.

John B rolled his eyes, "How could I say no to that?"