This one is hard to follow at first but I am actually writing a whole story on it. So JJ mows the lawn at Eleanor's house and they absolutely hate each other. They can't go more than two words with out it turning into a fight. Eleanor lives with her Mom but she is never home.
Eleanor was not having a good day. It had started off just fine, she was supposed to spend the day with her Mom but she got called into the hospital early in the morning. So she made plans with Sarah to go shopping, who canceled on her not even an hour later to go out with her boyfriend. Eleanor went to eat something when she realized how sour her stomach was feeling. Two bites of cereal left her running for the bathroom. She dry heaved for almost twenty minutes, unable to bring anything up. In that time she got a horrible headache and was wracked with chills. So she changed into a hoodie and sweatpants before attempting to take a nap. After an hour of tossing and turning she gave up and went out to her art studio. She was surprised to see JJ walking in the same direction toward the gardening shed. "What are you doing here?" She questions, sounding harsher than she intended. "Your Mom asked me to weed. What are you wearing?" He frowns eying up her outfit in the eighty degree Outer Banks heat. "Fuck off." She snaps flipping him off and going into her studio.
She grabbed a few brushes, and pulled up one of her recent canvases. She was about halfway done a painting of her and Sarah. She didn't know how long she was painting before the sick feeling set in again. She cleared her throat a few times trying to take deep breaths to soothe the nausea. As she felt the bile crawl up her throat she scrambled to get outside having no desire to scrub vomit off her floors. She hardly made it out the door before bending forward and throwing up all over the lawn. She could barely process, yet she felt rough hands at the back of her neck gathering all of her hair. She jumped, not knowing who it was. "It's just me." The mystery person soothed resting a hand on her back. "JJ?" She chokes out getting a break from the heaving. "Yeah. You alright?" He questions as she slowly stands up, her eyes focused on the ground beyond mortified. "Ellie." He frowns trying to get her attention. "Hm?" She hums snapping out of her trance but refusing to look up. "Are you ok?" He says again, but much nicer. "Yeah." She whispers before spinning around and throwing up again. JJ was quick to pull her dark curls out of the line of fire and wrap an arm around her waist as she struggles to stand on her own two feet. She leaned against him, too tired to even stand. "Are you done?" He questions after giving her a minute to catch her breath. "Yeah." She said voice breaking, he turned her around, placing his hands on her hips so he could see her. Tears were streaming down her face and she was quick to wipe them away. "Let's get you inside." He offers. "No. I'm not done painting." She mutters pushing off him and going back to the studio. "Are you sure you don't want to get in bed? You're not looking to hot." JJ frowns. "Fuck you Maybank." She spits slamming the door behind her. JJ chews his lip, debating pushing her to get in bed but decides against it. It wasn't worth getting yelled at, besides he hated her. So why did he care so much? And why was he so worried about her?
JJ continued to weed, yet every couple minutes he found himself glancing at the studio. It had floor to ceiling windows so he could see her sitting at the easel painting. Until he looked up and saw her unconscious on the floor. He didn't hesitate to run over pulling her into his lap. "El. Ellie wake up." He shouts shaking her. She groans and her eyes flutter open confused. "JJ? What happened?" She questions sitting up and quickly scooting away from him, leaning against the wall.
"You passed out. Take it easy." He frowns standing up and grabbing her water bottle off the counter handing it to her. She holds it against her forehead for a few seconds before taking a sip. JJ pressed a hand of her forehead and she quickly slapped it off. "Ew what are you doing?" She snapped glaring at him. "You're burning up. Is your Mom home?" He frowns sitting across from her. "No... She's at work." Ellie says feeling tears stab at her eyes. "Do you want me to call her?" He offers. Eleanor opens her mouth to speak but quickly closed it feeling the water being rejected. JJ quickly picked up on what was about to happen and grabbed her trashcan holding it out in front of her, she moved to her knees dry heaving a few times before the water came up. "I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing." She apologizes wiping her face on her sleeve. "It's all good. Don't apologize El." He sighs moving the trashcan far enough to not have vomit in her face but in reach. "It's so embarrassing. I'm seventeen and I'm crying over throwing up." She cries hiding her head in her knees. JJ chews his lip debating what to do, he's never been in this position before. He couldn't bring himself to walk away from her. "Do you want me to call your Mom?" He says again. "No! I don't want you to call my Mom! Just leave me alone!" She sobs. "Alright. Calm down." JJ sighs. "I am calm!" She shouts voice cracking under emotion. "I see that." JJ sassed back. "Just... Take a breath. Come here." He sighs sitting beside her, draping an arm over her shoulder. "What are you doing?" She whimpered. "Just relax." He muttered. She slowly melted into his touch, calming herself down enough to stop crying.
"Feel better?" He whispers. "Mhm. Just tired." She mumbles into his chest. "You smell like dirt." She added opening her eyes and sitting up. "And you smell like vomit." JJ chuckles. "Gross." She whispers tying her hair into a low messy bun. "Do you wanna go get in bed?" He offers. She bites her lip eyes going to the floor and cheeks flushing red. "What just went through your head?" He questions seeing her shut down. "I um. I don't. I don't wanna be alone." She whispers so quiet he could barely hear her. "Do you want me to stay until your Mom comes back?" He offers, surprising even himself. This morning he would rather shoot himself than spend time with Eleanor Pierce but now he was offering to stay the night with her. "She won't be back until tomorrow morning." Ellie whispers. "That's ok. I don't mind." JJ whispers back. She nods and he stands up extending a hand to help her. Her hands were so small compared to his, they were also very clammy. "Woah easy there." He frowns as she almost fell over. Pulling her into his chest he guided her inside. "Holy shit..." He mutters looking around. "Hm?" She hummed picking her head off his shoulder. "I've never uh been in your house before. It's huge." JJ mutters eyes darting around. "It's a museum, not a house." She whispers pushing off him and walking toward the stairs. JJ pauses and she grabs him hand pulling him towards her room. Her room was just as lavish as the rest of the house, it looked like something out of a magazine. "I'll be right back." She mumbles hurrying to her en-suite bathroom, JJ stood there taking everything in, and wincing at the sound of her throwing up again. It was a few minutes later when she came back, looking worse for wear. "You can sit down, or touch something. I'm going to take a shower. Please don't leave." She whispers. "I won't." He promises voice softer than it ever had been.
She goes back into the bathroom closing the door behind her and getting in the shower. JJ pulled out his phone canceling his plans with the Pouges.
When Ellie comes back she is in just a towel, which makes JJs heart beat a whole lot faster. She goes to her walk in closet, and changes into a hoodie and leggings. JJ had sat at her desk, examining all her books and collectables. "Hey J?" She whispers sitting on the bed. "Hm?" He questions getting up and sitting beside her. "Thank you for staying. I know I was a bitch earlier. I get emotional when I'm not feeling well and it's been a really bad day." She apologized. "All good." He smiles giving her hand a small squeeze. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" She questions passing him the remote. "Sure." He says turning it on as she snuggles against him, leaning her head on his chest. "Is this ok?" She questions. "Yeah." JJ smiles putting an arm around her.
