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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄「𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒」

𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Yo, JJ, you been outside?" I hear John B shout, slapping the boy next to me on the back.

"I have polio, bro. I can't walk" JJ mumbles back.

"Odette?" John B adds.

"Do I look like I've been out?" I huff tiredly.

I try to turn around and go back to sleep once John B exits the house but I freeze when I realise something that is definitely not where it's supposed to be.

My eyes trail down my body and I see JJ's hand up my shirt, cupping my bra as he sleeps.

"JJ" I whisper, looking back at him over my shoulder.

"Hmm?" He hums.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask calmly.

He looks up at me sleepily and I'd normally make a comment about his bedhead but I'm too distracted at the moment. His gaze moves to where his hand is placed and his eyes widen in realisation. He snatches his hand away and jumps up, rubbing his face.

"I'm so sorry, O" He groans, hiding his face.

"Are you blushing?" I question with a smirk, pulling myself to sit up.

"No" He replies far too quickly.

I tackle him backwards into the pillows and pry his hands off his face to see that he is in fact blushing, brightly may I add.

"Awe, you're blushing" I coo and he flips us over, pinning me underneath him.

"I'm not blushing. It's getting hot in here" He denies sternly.

"Do you want me to take off my clothes?" I ask, smirking slightly at the song reference I made.

"I will if you will" He replies, making me laugh as I push him off me.

I grab JJ's hat and place it on my head after removing Kiara's bandana and tying it around my wrist. I pat JJ's rosy red cheek and exit the house to see the shit show outside. Trees have been blown over, exposing the roots and broken debris is lying all over the place.

"Holy shit" I breathe out, standing on the porch stairs.

"Agatha did some work, huh?" I hear JJ announce, coming up beside me with a beer can in his hand.

"Yeah, she did" John B replies.

I take the can out JJ's hand and down the rest of the liquid before handing it back to him. He burps loudly and throws it onto the porch, knowing one of us will pick it up later.

"Pig" I scoff.

"You love it" He smirks, acting as if he didn't have his hand up my shirt five minutes ago.

That's how JJ and I have always been. Anything awkward that could ruin our friendship gets swept under rug. I like it that way. I don't think I could live with myself if I lost JJ as my best friend.