STREET RAT, jj [ON HIATUS]

i can't pass up damon salvatore .

4] I CANT PASS UP DAMON SALVATORE .

"DAMN JOHNNY BOY. WHATS A GIRL GOTTA DO TO GET SOME FOOD AROUND HERE?" Synley mumbled to herself as she rummaged through the many cabinets in John B's kitchen. Synley had woke up about twenty minutes ago, and the first thing on her mind was food. Only bad thing about smoking a reefer before bed is waking up hungry as hell.

After her failed attempts of salvaging at least something nutritious to start her day, the disheveled girl finally decided the lonely bag of ruffles at the back of the cupboard would have to do.

Bag in one hand, and chip in the other, Synley found her way outside. She said nothing when she saw JJ laying across the couch, hat over head. Instead she just quietly took a seat on his lap. She leaned her head back, taking in the sun as she ate her chips. God, chips have never tasted so good.

JJ slowly flicked his hat a bit so it would shift from over his eyes. He picked his head up to search for the culprit that had made home on his lap. At sight of the tanned feminine legs that hung gracefully off the couch, he placed his head back down.

"Mornin' to you too, Syn." he grinned slightly. The nickname 'Syn' was a specially reserved name that only her friends got to call her.

"Morning, J." she tried to speak clearly, but her mouth was stuffed with chips. "You're a pig." he laughed at the girl. She simply just placed another chip in her mouth.

A few minutes had gone by within their shared silence before John B made his way to join them. He and JJ lazily did their handshake, and the freckled boy winked at Synley as he sipped his beer before he hobbled down the stairs.

"What's the plan, stan?" JJ broke the silence, and Synley crumbled up the now small empty bag of chips. "Well, I probably need to go talk Wes. But I don't know if I want to yet." she cocked her head to one side, pursing her lips shut.

JJ sat up, grabbing the girls hips so she would move with him instead of falling. "What the hell happened last night anyways?" J stared at her profile and she brushed her messy hair out of her face. "We got into our first fight. And I left."

"Are you good?" he lifted his hand to swipe away a chip crumb that had somehow found its way on her cheekbone. She looked down at the boy before moving her interest once more at the side panels of the Nest.

The girl shrugged, "Yeah, I mean who am I to let a boy dictate how I feel? I had just gotten so pissed at what he had said and I probably should have handled it better but I don't know I guess I just-" JJ bit the bottom of his lip in agitation, he hated when she rambled. Mainly because she only rambled when she was upset.

He placed his hand on hers, and gently interrupted her, "Hey, hey. You don't have to try to justify why you got mad. I promise he probably deserved it. You don't get mad easily."  JJ never liked Wesley Johnson much. But he tolerated him for Synley's sake.