savannah bea young wasn't really jj maybank's type, by which, she wasn't some slutty touron. sav was hot, cunning, witty, and probably most notably one of his best friends. they'd been with john b since they were all 8 for crying out loud, seen each...
the pogues pulled up in front of the wreck, after semi-smoothly stealing the drone. kie went over to greet her dad while the rest of the pogues stood around. the father and daughter turned to look at the group. john b and pope gave a polite wave while jj threw up a peace sign and savannah sent them finger guns. kie shook her head at the two before telling them all to sit down, causing the four to cheer.
savannah sat next to jj the two occasionally throwing food at one another, causing kie to scold the two like children.
savannah watched, still shoveling food into her mouth, as kie began dancing with john b to the music that played throughout the restaurant.
"dance with me?" jj's voice caused savannah to jump and instinctively swing her arm to smack him in the face. "ow!"
savannah giggled. "you scared me, jay, caught me off guard, sorry. let me make it up to you?" savannah asked, offering jj her hand. a grin lit up the boy's face as he pulled her into a more open area of the wreck, spinning her around, laughing and dancing. it was then that savannah noticed pope was still sitting by himself at the bar, watching his friends have fun without him. "gimme a second, j." savannah waltzed over to the lonely boy, extending her hand, "may i have this dance?" savannah grinned. tugging pope over to the rest of the group, they all began to dance together. savannah and kie put on a mock strip show, using the support beams as stripper poles while jj threw french fries at them.
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savannah laughed from her position on jj's chest. the two were cuddled together in the hammock outside of the chateau, dog sleeping soundly beneath them, sharing a blunt and old memories. "re-remember when," savannah wheezed, "remember when you barged in on me and that touron," tears streamed down her face, "and the dude screamed like a bitch and ran off naked."
jj was in hysterics. his whole body was shaking as he managed out, "he left his wallet. a-and his phone and shit." savannah bit her fist, trying to calm herself down. "or-or remember when i walked in on you showering."
savannah gasped at the memory. "we pinky promised to never ever ever bring that up!" but the brunette couldn't help but laugh. "you perv, probably think about t-that all the fucking time."
"of course," jj replied, only half-joking, "all the time, sb." he did, in fact, think of that memory a lot when he was alone.
savannah let out a small chuckle at his words and tilted her head up to meet his eyes. sucking in a breath at how close they were, savannah admired the detail of his eyes, instinctively, they both leaned closer, their lips brushing lightly against one another's.
the two jumped at the sound of the chateau's door slamming shut. savannah felt her forehead collide with jj's, earning an 'ow' from both of them. "now what are you two idiots doing?" john b asked, not realizing what had just went down.
"we were just talking about that time jj walked in on you jerking it and you started crying."
