Love Now Think Later | JJ & Y/N

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     Sarah, John B, Kiara, Pope, and I all sat in the waiting room. I could hear Pope's foot tapping on the floor and John B's heart pounding. It was quiet. This reminds me of the time my mom was in an accident. I'm not going into detail because it reminds me of her and then how she left me for a man that she will probably lose soon. I've gotten her letters on how great it is in Hawaii and then New York then Paris. She travels with him and it seems happy like they're happy together. And that's what's the annoying part.

    Exactly forty-three minutes later, the doctor came up to us. We stood up fastly. "Im sorry, he didn't make it ,we lost him." The doctor said showing no emotion at all. I sat back in my seat,eyes wide open and started sobbing. "Why? You said you would help." John B and Pope harassed him saying it was his fault but I know it wasn't, they know it wasn't. Then again, people grieve in mysterious ways. I ran outside and didn't stop running. I just ran. 

     Two hours later, I stopped. Where was I? I recognized it. The airport, where I first saw Kildare. Where I saw John B and his big smile standing there waiting for me, and where I ran up to him and hugged him. I walked farther than I saw the Island Club where I went to that party and had my first kiss with JJ. Where I was drunk and having fun. I walked inside it, nobody there just empty chairs on top of tables. I ran to the bar and hid behind the counter. I sank down just like my heart would. I grabbed two bottles and was on my way to the Chateu.

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     When I got home nobody was there but I did hear "Y/N! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU!?!" From all the pogues. I stepped inside and slowly walked around. As I walked in the kitchen my heart hit the floor. Cause it's him that I'm missing, still see a vision of us cooking dinner and him holding me from behind. And he said, "Please be careful the knife is so big and we can't have another finger injury we are too dumb too in love to afford it." Now it's just me in 200 sq ft. I walked to my room and clawed apart my closet. I grabbed my clothes and my suitcase that grew dust on it. I shoved it all in there then I heard footsteps. It was Pope grabbing water. He quickly got some beers and water and went back outside. I continued packing and then finished up. All I left for the pogues was a note and two big bottles of wine and a couple cans of beer. 

     I snuck out the Chateu and ran. Ran as fast as I could to the airport and tried not to see all of mine and JJ'S memories. Finally, I was at the airport sitting in seat A22 on my way to Los Angeles. I heard a familiar voice behind me. I shot my head around and saw...