everything about you •• jj maybank

thirty

"I can't believe you guys are gonna be rich."

JJ and I were sitting inside of the Chateau, him kneeling in front of me while I sat on the couch, my leg stretched out in front of him. He had insisted on cleaning up my knee and making sure I was okay when we got home. I thought it was sweet.

John B was still in the shower, washing all the sewage, mud, and possibly shit, from his body. Kiara and Pope were outside together, while Sarah was waiting for John B in the other room. That left me and JJ- alone in the living room together.

"Remind me how much again?"

I giggled softly at him, "Four hundred mill. That's like the third time you've asked me since we got home, you realize that, right?"

The blonde boy smirked, nodding slightly, wiping the rest of the blood off of my leg, "I know. I just really like hearing you say that."

My head fell backwards, my laughter filling the quiet inside the house. I hadn't felt this happy in a long time. John B had found the gold, my two best friends were best friends again, and I had a pretty sweet guy taking care of me.

When I looked back down at him, his lip was tucked between his teeth and a small wrinkle had formed between his eyebrows as they scrunched together in concentration. His fingertips were so soft and gentle against my skin, being extremely delicate with every single movement. My knee hurt like hell, but I would be fine.

"Am I hurting you?"

I shook my head and responded softly, "No. I'm okay."

I watched him work very intricately to pour some hydrogen peroxide on a small cotton pad, and gently pressed it to my skin. I winced lightly at the pain, and his eyes flashed to mine.

"You sure?"

His eyes were set on mine, a concerned look sitting on his face, and I tried to hide my giddiness. He was being so sweet, trying to patch me up, even though I knew he had probably never done this for anyone else before.

"I'm sure," I assured him with a small grin plastered on my lips. "You're real sweet, you know."

Immediately, his cheeks were stained pink and he looked back down to my knee, "Shut up."

"I'm being serious!" His mouth twitched into a smile he tried to hide. "You should be a doctor. You seem like you've done this before."

My words made him shift uncomfortably in front of me and he nodded once. "A few times, yeah."

I glance at his face again, seeing him still focused on my knee. His eyes refusing to meet mine. I could only assume what he meant by that. I didn't want to drag anything on and risk upsetting him. We were having a great night. I wanted to keep it that way. So, I dropped it.

After a few minutes, he finally finished, placing a big bandaid over the wound and giving my thigh a soft pat.

"There you go, pretty girl."

My cheeks turned up into a grin and I quickly turned away, coughing lightly.

Pretty girl.

He had said it so casually, I almost wasn't sure he was talking to me. I sat there, completely marveled by what he had just called me, watching him move around the room like nothing happened. Did he do it on purpose? Was he trying to get a reaction? I wiped my hair from my face and looked up at him, hoping for a smirk or something to indicate he was teasing me.