𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

Promise (Part 2)

A/N: you're a kook and are dating JJ!

I'm now at home, which is empty, of course. My parents are always shopping, working, or partying. It's always one of the three.

The tv is the only source of light in the house, since I was too exhausted to turn them on. Even if I wasn't too tired, I wouldn't have turned them on, anyway. I hate looking around my house and being reminded that I'm technically a kook.

Of course, I am grateful for my parents hard work, but I feel as if I'm only liked for being a kook, and being the daughter of a huge business man. It gets to a point where I get embarrassed to say my last name.

The tv is blasting some dumb show, which I'm barely even watching. I mainly just staring at the wall, my eyes filled with tears as a lonely feeling washes over my body like a tidal wave.

I've always been a talkative and extroverted person, but I never felt as if I belonged. I knew that I definitely wasn't one of the snobby, rich teenagers, but I also knew I was too like a kook to be a pogue. However, when I met my group, they accepted me with open arms. I felt like I finally belonged.

Obviously, I was wrong.

Before I know it, I'm asleep. The past three months of me staying awake at night, worrying about the pogues, has finally caught up to me.

*Time Skip*

When I wake up, there's a soft glow casted over my brightly lit living room. I groggily rub my eyes as I push myself up, peering over the back of the couch, my eyes falling upon my parents dancing around in the kitchen.

I smile to myself, happy that they're happy. I often feel guilty knowing that I've damaged their reputation quite a bit, so when I see them content, I feel joy reside in my heart.

I stand up, still rubbing my eyes as I stumble into the kitchen area. "Morning." I mutter as I take a seat at the island.

My parents both look at me, grins on their faces. "Good morning, Sweetie. Want pancakes?" My dad holds up a plate of pancakes, which have been my favorite ever since I was a kid.

I nod, smiling softly as I grab the plate from him. "Thanks, Dad." I thank softly.

My mom places a cup of orange juice next to my plate, humming a song under her breath. "Are you going to hangout with the pogues today?" She asks, quirking a brow.

I hesitate, wondering if I even know the answer myself. I mean, I didn't plan on hanging out with them, or even seeing them again, but I know deep down that I want to.

My brows furrow as I clear my throat, stabbing my fork into the pancake, which is covered with syrup. "Um," I tilt my head to the side briefly. "I dunno." I give a vague answer.

I know that if I tell my parents about it, they'll give me a whole speech about how they're my best friends and that I should forgive them.

I don't want to hear that, because I know that they're right. However, I can't help but stay mad at the pogues. They betrayed me, they left me behind, and worst of all, they all broke their promises.

When me and the pogues were in fifth grade, we all made promises to never leave one another behind, no matter if we're angry with each other, no matter the time, and no matter the situation.

My parents give each other concerned glances. "Did something happen, Honey?" My Mom asks gently, placing her hand on mine.

I pull my hand away, awkwardly resting it on my lap. I shrug. "They—" Right as I go to continue my answer, there's a knock at the door. I sigh as I stand up, wanting to get out of this conversation. "I'll get it." I volunteer before walking away.

I open the door, getting met face to face with JJ, who is holding flowers and a Doritos bag. He looks so perfect, so cute, so hopeful.

My eyes move down to the floor. I want to forgive him, but I also don't want to. It's so hard knowing that he and my friends have been having a hell of a time on an island, while I was stuck at home contemplating my existence.

I clear my throat, known that if I don't, it'll be shaky and quiet. "You promised." I recall, my hand resting on the edge of the door.

JJ nods, his icy blue eyes staring into mine. "I know, Yn. I know I messed up, but please believe me, I missed you everyday. I drew pictures of your favorite things in the sand the whole three months!" His voice falters as I recognize the flowers as my favorite ones: light pink lilies.

I focus my gaze back on JJ. "Why didn't you come back for me? Why didn't you just stay back?" There are now tears clouding my vision, my voice shaking and uneasy.

JJ flinches at my words, his own eyes filling with tears as he quickly places his gifts down on a rocking chair, which me and him would always push each other on.

"I wanted to, but I couldn't leave them. Sarah was kidnapped, we found out Ward was alive, and the cross was on the ship." He rambles, his hands hovering at his sides.

His words shock me, but I am still mad. "I don't care, JJ! Of course I'm happy that you found Sarah, trust me, I am! But you left me, you left me all alone! Why would you do that?" I'm now crying as I speak, my anger turning into devastation as I snap at my boyfriend.

My words clearly have an effect on JJ, because he starts crying, too. I shut the door behind me, taking a step out onto the porch. I don't want my parents to hear our conversation, or should I say argument.

"I'm sorry, Yn! I don't know why I didn't go back! It's just— it's just when I saw John B freaking out when he couldn't find Sarah, and Pope's pissed face when he spotted the cross, I couldn't leave them! Besides, I thought that I would be back the next morning, or something!" His voice is filled with desperation as he tries to get through to me.

I frown as I hug JJ, not being able to bear the sight of him crying because of me. My body immediately relaxes as I feel JJ reciprocate the comforting hug.

I rest my head on his shoulder. "JJ, I love you." Tears stream down my cheeks ass relief fills my body. Me and JJ haven't hugged, touched, or even seen one another for three months, so it feels good knowing he's here now.

"I love you, Yn."

*Time Skip*

Me and JJ are sitting on the shore of the beach, sharing a bag of Doritos and a can of pop. We are silent, but it's a nice silence.

A peaceful silence.

I rest my head on JJ's shoulder as the sun dips below the ocean. "Yn," JJ breaks the silence.

"JJ,"

I feel the blonde rest his hand on my thigh. "Whenever the sunset was yellow, I'd think of you." He confesses.

Yellow is my favorite color, and I've made that clear to JJ. Whenever it's my birthday, JJ will always get me something yellow. It's a tradition.

I softly smile as I look up at the sunset, which is a light shade of orange. JJ's favorite color. "I didn't surf much, but when I did, I used my crappy, orange surfboard. I didn't care that it was crappy, though. It reminded me of you."

"Really?"

"Promise."