If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too.
JJ MAYBANK / FEM!OC
OBX SEASON 1
FIRST DRAFT ⸻ 05/08/20 → 07/17/20
EDITED ⸻ 02/09/23 → 04/19/23
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Kathryn would be almost as surprised as you to learn that she slept at the Château that night. First, she didn't want John B to be alone. She has some remnant of good in her, and he brings it out, what do you want her to say? Second, she needed to wear off the adrenaline and driving wouldn't help.
Especially if, according to JJ, she was 'the worst driver he's ever seen'.
However, she didn't plan that that would mean being stuck in the 'Twinkie' – the worst looking Mystery Machine she's ever seen, she can tell you this – as they drive her home. It would be much more bearable if they would just stop talking about Kie kissing him.
"John B have you never felt the touch of a woman before?" she ironises, peering from the back seats.
He shoves her head back. "Shut up, I have. Multiple women. Your mom included."
Kathryn makes a face, and even JJ shudders. "Dang, sorry for the trauma then," she mumbles.
"I don't understand why you don't at least try with Kiara," JJ says. "She clearly likes you."
Kathryn hums. She has the same impression. "Is it about that stupid rule we had as kids? 'No Pogues on Pogues macking'?"
John B scoffs. "Okay, first of all, it's not stupid."
"98% of friend groups end when they start sleeping with each other," JJ adds.
Kathryn frowns. "Where do you get those stats?"
"My ass."
"Wonderful," she hums in answer. "You don't think letting like, resentment and feelings fester in you is going to impact the group anyway?"
He stares at her. "John B we've got Shakespeare in the back."
"I'll shove King Lear so far up your stats–"
"Kids," John B says, glancing at them. "Play nice."
They both look away after JJ flips her off. Maybe it's their way of communicating now. Obscenities until someone caves, or one of the others gets fed up with their antics. Could be worse, she figures. At least it's not a screaming match to know which of them has the biggest anymore.
