𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 || 𝒋𝒋 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌 [discontinued]

★ 4 - polio bro

"i woke up this morning
feeling lonely
you were gone, and my cellphone too
but what is this feeling?"

☆

The sun dimly lights the inside of the shabby house that she called home as her eyes strain to open from the faint lightness of the dewy morning. Her light brown eyes fixate on the ceiling of the living room which she didn't exactly remember sleeping in. She shakes the thought aside and turns her head over to her left— only to have her heart completely melt inside of her body.

Izzy finds him, shirtless of course, cuddled up against her back, the tired boy's face buried within her wavy locks of hair, his chest subtly resuming in a pattern of ups and downs— breathing in and breathing out in his deep slumber.

A warm smile immediately curls upon her lips as she finds a sense of soothing calmness from watching the boy sleep so close to her. She adjusts her head and realizes she's laying on top of JJ's arm as a comfy pillow, her smile becoming even bigger. She bites her bottom lip to contain herself from how soft and cuddly he looked from his usual, tough, emotionless, big guy stance.

How could one look so cute and unreasonably hot at the same time?

Izzy immediately snaps back into reality and mutters, "I'm going freaking crazy. Gosh."

Just as she decides to get up from the pull out couch, she realizes she's wearing the shirt JJ wore the night before. She scrunches her eyebrows in confusion but suddenly freezes. She looks down to see JJ's arm tightly wrapped around her bare waist. It seemed like butterflies exploded into her stomach as she draws in a breath to relax. Placing her hand onto his wrist, she slowly releases it from her waist just as he suddenly stops her.

Izzy's breath is caught in her throat and she turns her head over towards the boy. His eyes are still closed making it seem like he was still asleep, but his strong grip on her wrist told her different.

"Don't go." He mumbles, his morning voice coming out as deep and raspy. Even his morning voice was attractive. What the hell.

"Sleep JJ." Izzy whispers, lifting his hand off of her wrist while raising her own to his messy blonde hair nuzzled into the pillow. She runs her fingers through his golden locks, looking down and admiring him as he lazily opens his eyes.