vibrant

fifteen; doodles

Both of Ophelia's parents are at work. The blonde girl had risen out of bed fairly early, scoping out the scene as Jj sleeps in. Sure enough, both cars are missing from the garage, along with their briefcases. So, Ophelia throws her hair up in a bun and starts cooking. She mixes up some pancake batter with blueberries and gets to work, turning on some music in the background. Dancing to Fleetwood Mac, Ophelia lets a pan heat up, singing along quietly before she pops a couple of blueberries into her mouth.

    Pouring some batter onto the pan, Ophelia smiles as Jj enters the kitchen, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he eyes the blonde girl, who sways her hips to the beat easily, "You seem happy."

    Despite the night before, Ophelia's mood is up, so she just grins as the song changes. One of her all time favourites; The Temptation's My Girl. With an excited smile Ophelia extends her hand to Jj, "Don't kill it. Dance with me, Jj."

    Complying, Jj dances over, his hands going to Ophelia's hips as they move to the easy beat of the song, only stopping so Ophelia can flip a pancake. As soon as she's done, Jj is kissing her, and she's humming in content. They stand like that for a while, kissing with the scent of blueberry pancakes filling the kitchen.

    Until there's a knock on the door.

    Pulling away, Ophelia hands Jj the spatula, mumbling, "Keep cookin'," As she heads to he door. When she opens it, she grins, "John B?"

    "Hey," He says, stepping past Ophelia into the house, a new cast on his arm, "So I got the map from Sarah, and I know Kie works today so we're gonna head-," John B stops, sniffing the air, "It smells good in here. You made breakfast." Before Ophelia can even think so say anything else, John B is heading towards the kitchen with her following after him. But, when he sees a certain shirtless blond boy standing at the stove, flipping a pancake, he stops, and Ophelia runs into his back, "Jj?"

    Jj turns at the mention of his name, his eyes widening slightly, "Hey dude," He says, looking between John B and Ophelia.

    "So," Ophelia says as she steps around John B, moving to Jj to take the spatula from him, "What were you saying? We're going to the Wreck?"

    Suspiciously, John B eyes Ophelia, "Yeah, only if you share the pancakes though."

    "Of course."

    "Isn't it a little early for you to be on Figure Eight?" Jj asks, taking a seat at the kitchen's island as Ophelia adds one of the finished pancakes to a plate on the counter.

    Ophelia can hear the smirk in John B's voice, "I could ask you the same question, my friend."

    There's a small pause, and Ophelia puts the last of the batter onto the pan before she turns around, "No, actually it is too early for you to be on Figure Eight, John B," She furrows her brows, looking at her best friend, "What are you hiding?"

    John B doesn't give her anything, "What are you hiding?"

    "Tell me."

    "You tell me, first."

    Then, at the exact same time, John B shouts, "Van Gogh!" While Ophelia yells out, "Booker!"

    Jj is silent, his eyes looking between the set of best friends carefully, waiting for one of them to break the silence as they stare each other down.

    "Ward Cameron is my legal guardian and I'm living at Tannyhill with his family," John B blurts.

    Ophelia, who was about to admit to her and Jj having something (though she doesn't know what, exactly), freezes. She drops the spatula in her hand, letting it fall to the counter, "Wait, seriously?" She wonders, barely even registering Jj picking up the utensil to flip the burning pancake. John B nods and Ophelia grins, "No more DCS?"