𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 || 𝒋𝒋 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌 [discontinued]

★ 15 - her taste

i have an important question to ask those who are still reading my book, whom i deeply appreciate— would you like for me to write in:
option 1: third person omniscient (outsider who is able to look into each character's thoughts, so far the book has been written in 3rd)
option 2: EACH of izzy's & jj's POVs (will write in both of their perspectives to get more detailed in each of their thoughts, will mention who is speaking beforehand)

[ please input your opinion and take a second to answer!! thank you :) ]

"headlights, on me
racing to 60, i've been a fool
but strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you."

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The two friends spent the next hour and a half chatting about life, the deep topics that most would discuss on a late night with dim lights. Times like these were little remainders that made life worth living to Izzy— there was still so much more to experience. 

Late night drives with her dearest friends, blasting music at the top of a hill in the middle of the night, long summer days at the beach, swimming and surfing for days upon days, and sharing euphoric memories with those around her. 

More of those stupid dad jokes with John B, weird science facts and interesting philosophical theories with Pope, countless amounts of girl talks and teasing the boys with Kie— and making it up to JJ.

The girls walked into Kie's kitchen to grab some snacks, laughing about the time Pope had eaten fish intestines on a dare, "After he ate thy fish, he become thy fish." Kie bursts out in laughter, Izzy holding her stomach and giggling at her own joke. 

"Oh my gosh, he had such a bad stomachache after remember?" Izzy says between little snorts of laughter.

Kie wipes the tears from her eyes and nods, "He looked about ready to puke—" 

The door into the house slams open, and in walked in JJ. His shirt off and dangling from his neck, his bare chest glowing underneath the fabric as his hands were buried in the pockets of his gray sweatpants. The ones he probably left at the chateau a while ago. As much as Izzy couldn't bear the sight of him right now, he looked unbelievably godly.

"Hey Kie." He solemnly states, completely ignoring Izzy's presence.

His eyes flicker from one girl to the other as Izzy's smile is wiped off her face. JJ seemed unbothered by the sight of her, which just bothered the girl even more. He simply walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water before leaning back against the counter.

"How's John B?" Kie asks, worriedly looking over at Izzy who seemed to be quite troubled.

"He's doing good. He told me to tell her—" Without looking at Izzy, he nods his head over at her, then continues talking to Kiara, "—that he's fine and she doesn't need to worry."