𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜, 𝙟𝙟 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠
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"Pope I seriously didn't cheat on anything I promise. I used to be all scholarly and shit." Nova explained to the boys. She sat on JJ's back patio, criss-cross in a folding chair as she rolled a joint for JJ.
The boys sat across from her, Pope with a stack of papers in his lap, probably some shit about his scholarship, and JJ with his elbows on his knees, staring way too deeply at the way Nova looked. She was wearing a baby blue bikini top, a daring contrast to her golden skin. The sun always seemed to be shining on her, hitting her just right. Her jean shorts would normally be nothing special but they seemed to fit her just right, hugging her waist and falling just right over the curve of her hips.
"Do you plan on keeping up that same act next year Nov?" The smart boy asked, his eyeline targeted at his papers instead of her. Nova didn't notice that they weren't even looking at each other, both too focused on their personal tasks.
She scoffed sarcastically, flipping her dark wavy hair over her shoulder, "Do I look like I plan on keeping that energy Pope?" She asked, "I don't know what I wanna do, can't afford college that's for sure."
JJ nodded, "That's why I'm not going, I don't even have enough money for food sometimes, let alone enough to sell my soul to the college board for a paper degree and 25 years of debt. Hell no."
Pope raised his head and shook it in agreement, Nova piping up from her seat, "I have ways to make money their just too complicated to do. Do you guys think I could sell my nudes."
The boys made confused eye contact with each other, their eyes flickering from one another to Nova, who went back to innocently picking at her nails.
"I mean..." JJ began,
"Oh my god I'm kidding." She interrupted, grabbing her Baja hoodie from the table next to her. She set the rolling tray on the table and threw the sweatshirt over her head, shaking out her hair to fix any damage it might have suffered.
"All rolled." She smiled, drowning in the fabric that surrounded her, nudging her head over towards the joint. She was always proud of her craftsmanship.
JJ shot her a soft smile, loving how cozy and gentle she looked in the hoodie, legs criss-crossed up in the chair, two little braids in her hair... She was absolutely perfect.
"Watchu staring at?" She mumbled cutely, fishing her puff bar out of her back pocket.
She naturally looked so innocent, it was mind boggling to watch her smoke, or drink. She didn't even look like the type of girl to indulge in something as supposedly scary or edgy. Nova was always so gentle, her energy was soft. It was weird to see it now, you could catch glimpses of it here and there, every once and a while it felt like she was okay again.
"You." JJ answered honestly, the two watching as Pope scoffed, gripping his papers he stood up and entered the house, leaving the two alone.
"Why." She questioned the blonde, more like a statement than a question. Nova had confidence, it was one of the few things she gained from going through all she did.
Trauma gave her so much horrible shit, but it also gave her a mild god complex monday through saturday and absolutely no self confidence on sundays.
It was an inescapable loop of thinking 'oh my god i'm so fucking hot.' and then the next day thinking you're so ugly that death is simply the only option.
"Because you're hot." JJ replied, blunt, she liked that.
"So poetic." She laughed slightly, "But I know."
God Complex day it was.
The blonde chuckled at her statement, he enjoyed the comfort in knowing that at least she liked the way she looked. She didn't need anything else to worry about.
"C'mere." He spoke softly, opening his arms for the girl.
She got up from her chair, placing herself in his lap, bridal style across the chair.
Nova wasn't even sure how long the pair talked for, it seemed like 2 seconds that they sat there, conversing over things as small as shoes or as large as the moon. Time with JJ moved too quickly, and normally that would scare her, but she found herself not scared with him, she was entranced.
JJ smoked a cart as the two talked, offering the small girl a hit every once and while, smiling internally as she turned it down every time. He hoped it was him that was making her okay with herself sober, and not that he could know, but it was.
Nova enjoyed having something other than her dad, her brother, her money, her house, her job, school, all of it, to pay attention too. She played with the hem of JJ's shirt, humming in bliss as he explained to her the story of how he got detention in the third grade. She didn't even care how much JJ struggled to tell the story, stuttering and getting off track more times than not, it didn't really matter to her. She liked his voice in her ear and the scent of cologne and weed drifting into her nose.
The pair watched as a familiar van pulled up, the two nodding as John B motioned for them to get in,
Here we go again.
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k so how do we feel ab the cover this is a genuine question bc it's literally me like i'm the cover lmfao i just needed something less like busy and more simple and it lowkey works idk lemme know
