~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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"Okay I swear he was here. He was here," John B insists, pacing like his shoes are on fire.
"John B, I—" I start, but he cuts me off.
"No I swear he was here all right?" His eyes beg me to say yes, and something in me aches at the desperation of it, at how badly I want to give him that.
I nod slowly. "Okay."
"I'm not crazy. Look that's the boat right there. Okay? And he was sleeping inside right there. Look uh you believe me?"
I exhale, feeling the weight of it, torn between wanting to protect him and needing to be honest. "I... I mean..."
"Right?"
And then— "Hell, I wouldn't believe him either."
I spin around.
Big John is walking toward us like he didn't just rise from the dead, and my whole body goes rigid with disbelief.
"Hello, Stella."
"Big John?" My voice barely comes out. "What— Oh my God."
He opens his arms. "Come on, Stella."
I step forward and hug him hard, because what else do you do when someone you thought was dead is suddenly standing right in front of you, warm and solid and impossibly real.
"Where did you go?" John B asks, lost somewhere between angry and relieved, his voice cracking with the strain of holding both at once.
Big John ignored that. "Or should I say Mrs. Routledge? Welcome to the family Stella." He grins, and something in the easy warmth of it almost makes me forget, for a second, how much is still unanswered here.
"Where the hell did you go?" John B asks again.
"I can't—" I'm still stuck somewhere between shock and static, the ground under me not quite steady yet.
"Come on son. It's a day of celebration. Bring it on in boy."
John B sighs, defeated but smiling just a little, the tension in him finally cracking open into something softer.
"Surprise." He pulls me into his arms too.
For a second, everything feels okay. A second.
Later, I pull John B aside.
"Okay while you're out looking for your city of gold I'm gonna go home and steal some clothes and maybe a phone if I can find it."
"See you later. Road to the mother lode."
"I'll be back."
"Six o'clock back here. Don't be late," he says, giving me a kiss before I was gone, the warmth of it lingering even as I walked away.
