1: Finding Miss Clumsy (John Pearce/Justice Crew Fanfic)

Chapter 2

If there was anything I’d like to beat right now, it would be my brother’s face, no matter how much I love him, he could be a pain in the neck at times.

But then again, if it wasn’t for him, I couldn’t have an explanation why I wanted to pick him up whenever I get a free time, or finish early from rehearsals or anything I have with Justice Crew, starting tonight. Of course, he told our mum about Bailey, and seeing that they all enjoyed the teasing, they hadn’t stopped the moment my brother mentioned her. Now my little sister has been getting on my nerves as well.

“John please, if you’re just going to hurt her, please stop right now.” My mum lectured me and it got to a point where I doubted my own self.

That must have touched my raw nerves; it hurts, especially coming from my own mother, though I knew she was just here to protect me. Stop me from breaking more hearts that I could handle.

Admittedly, I haven’t been settling down like my twin brother. I’m not even talking about marriage, but the thought of being with just one girl wasn’t in my hands at the moment. I have been with different girls lately, and it sucks because I haven’t found the one, and I hated the way I was acting up.

Though I know I like Bailey, even though I just met her last week, it feels like I have known her my whole life. She was like the fire the lit up and started the thin rope of a firecracker, also known as me. I easily get bored, but she has something in her that got me hooked the moment I laid eyes on her, or more likely, when I hear the first bunch of her giggles.

Bailey is a different girl, and I’m willing to try it out with her.

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“For someone working at the grocery store, you’re most likely had to be organized, right?” I snickered my way behind her as I saw her arranging the boxes of tissues in aisle 17.

Up in the ladder, she tried sorting it out by brand name, but the boxes fell over, making her almost lose her balance on the step ladder she was standing up from.

Luckily, I was right behind to catch her.

She pulled away the moment she realized what I had done, and fixed her uniform, more of just an apron she had on top of her casual attire. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t have crossed the lines.”

Crossing the lines? Was I that obvious that she is rejecting me right away, without even doing anything yet?

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” She then asked, while picking the boxes that fell over.

“I’m here to pick up my-“

But she interrupted me again. “No, I meant in this aisle. Why did you go over the lines? You could have hurt yourself, sir.” She said in a formal tone, like we didn’t know each other.

And clearly, I was so confused, especially in the part where she called me a ‘sir’. Not that I’m any girl, but I thought we’re past that stage.

She sighed when she realized I was having another conversation with myself like how I have been the first time I met her.

You know John, it’s free to talk and open up.

“Didn’t you see the barriers on the end of the aisle?” She said as she pointed one end of the aisle which had a yellow tape and an orange cone in the middle with a sign that said ‘Please wait a moment as we are refilling the shelves.’ And yes, I didn’t see that. I don’t even remember hopping my way to it earlier.

How did I manage to miss that?

“I’m sorry, I was just… I needed a box of tissues, and I saw you with the boxes about to fall, so I tried sneaking in and catching you.” I explained carefully, and I hope I made some sense. It felt right when I said it.