Sweet // JJ Maybank

Impulsivity

Impulsivity: actuated or swayed by emotional or involuntary:

an impulsive child.

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The sun poured through the thin curtains of the Chateau's spare room, not that Elizabeth had slept all that much last night. She watched as JJ's bare torso lifted and deflated slowly in deep slumber. She lifted her head, scratching at it as the memories from last night flowed in.

JJ

The fight between Topper and John B

The gun

John B drowning

Her screaming at JJ when they had gotten back to the Chateau

JJ falling asleep with red rimmed eyes

JJ waking her up in the middle of the night, shaking

JJ

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Leaving the beach, the five feet three girl was seething, making it clear to JJ that she was angry. Pope and Kie both went back to their respective homes, knowing her mother trusted her and that she knew she'd stay at John B's, Elizabeth didn't feel the need to warn her. She walked into the fishing shack turned home and closed the door behind her loudly. She walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water, pacing back and forth in the small space. She heard the front door open, seeing an injured John B walk in. She gestured for him to approach her, making him sit on a chair, she stood in front of the sleepy boy, fetching the first aid kit she kept in the guest room, she cleaned up his injuries, requesting that he put an icepack on his left eye to avoid too much swelling.

"Alright, you're done." She made him stand up. "I'll see you tomorrow." She mumbled while she picked up the stuff she just used. She heard the front door creak again, avoiding looking towards its general direction.

"Don't be too hard on him. I'll wait to sleep, kay." She nodded and pushed him in his room.

She breathed in and out as she went back to the kitchen, a few scrapes of bloodied bandages and antiseptic wipes on the kitchen table. She felt arms wrap around her waist and a head drop onto her shoulder. JJ's warm breath hitting her naked shoulder.

"Talk to me, B" He mumbled against her shoulder. She sighed and pulled him off. She walked towards the room she and JJ usually occupied. "I know it was stupid, I –"

"Stupid? You call pulling a gun on a public beach stupid?" She turned to face him. "Are you out of your damn mind?" She said, the volume of her voice raising. "JJ, I know that you are impulsive and reckless but what you did wasn't just stupid. It was fucking dangerous, people were scared of that, scared of you." She said and she saw the way his eyes avoided hers when she mentioned he had scared people. "There were young teens there! Kie, Pope, John B, hell even Sarah and Topper, were there, our friends were there, people you go to school with." Her finger pointed at the door. Her voice broke as she felt her eyes fill up with water. "Fuck JJ, I was there, and I got scared. You weren't there anymore; it was as if he had taken over your body. I know what went through your head at that moment, John was getting hurt, drowned and he is your family I get that," She bit her lip, trying to keep her emotions in check, not crying right now is a good idea "but pulling a gun on someone? That crosses a line even –" She took a deep breath, saving herself from saying something she might regret later. "We tried to pull you away, but you had that look in your eyes. I was as scared for you as I was scared of you and I know that is something you don't want, scaring your friends, but –"