The Floozy • JJ MAYBANK • Outerbanks

•the feeling•

TWO DAYS BEFORE THE SERIES STARTS <3
Paris was known for getting herself into bad situations, in fact on nights out the pogues always made sure one of them was awake to pick her up if something went south.
The girl liked to get around. She slept with men she didn't know to give herself a sense of belonging, to keep the feeling of being alive going for that little bit longer. The crew knew that, and didn't judge her for it. They knew somehow for some reason, she felt trapped, and this was the only way she knew how to free herself, even if it was only for a little bit.
That evening JJ's phone rang, with Paris crying on the other end.
"Paris, are you okay?"
"Can you come pick me up? I couldn't- I wasn't quick enough. I'm so stupid. Please JJ?"
He squeezed his eyes shut, "just listen to me, where are you? I'm leaving now."
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A car pulled up next to the girl and the window started to roll down. It was raining, and she was completely soaked.
"JJ?"
"Come on, get in. I'll take you back to John B's place."
She opened the door and got in.
"Are you bleeding? What happened?"
Paris leaned over and kissed the boy.
"Westbrooke, we're not doing anything, not when you're like this."
"Please JJ, I wanna feel it again."
He started driving, his face etched with a frown.
"You always say that Paris, none of us even knows what that means."
The girl slumped back in her seat, "I wanna feel alive."
"Is that why you're bleeding?"
She shook her head, paused, and then nodded.
The boy groaned, "did you do it to yourself?"
She shook her head again, and pulled up her shirt revealing a letter J carved over her ribs.
"Fucking hell."
"His name was Jake, he said he had a knife kink so I was like sure why not and then he held me down and wouldn't stop even when I said it hurt."
"Did you, you know, with him?"
Paris ran her hand through her hair, and looked away.
"Paris?"
"After he, um, yeah, he asked if I still wanted to and he had a knife, and I was scared that if I said no he'd do it anyway or something worse, so I just, you know, nodded."
JJ's jaw tensed. "That wasn't consent, that's rape."
She shook her head.
"It was just like his kink-"
They pulled up to the chateau where John B was waiting outside.
"No it wasn't."
"I'm not talking about it anymore."
JJ respected her wishes and got out of the vehicle.
"Come on princess." He gave her his hand and helped her out.
"I think we should have sex again."
"You're drunk Paris, you don't even like me so stop messing around."
The girl stayed silent; to be perfectly honest, the way she felt about JJ was strong, she liked him more than she thought she could feel about any person and it scared the crap out of her.
JJ was in love with Paris Westbrooke, and everyone knew except her. He was sure deep down she knew, but she just didn't want to have to face it. Occasionally, when he was feeling particularly sorry for himself, they would hook up.
"Paris Westbrooke, where on earth have you been?"
She laughed, "John B, you sound like a mom."
"A mom?"
"Yeah what they're supposed to be like, but my mom got it a bit twisted, she's like 'Paris Thornton, why on Earth are you back so soon?' "
"Come on, let's get you to bed."
John B guided her inside.
"No, wait-" she pulled herself away from the two boys, "I haven't felt the feeling yet."
JJ scooped her up, and walked to his bedroom. He carefully cleaned her wound, and took her wet clothes off until she was in her underwear.
"Your turn."
"Paris, I need you to stop messing with my head, can you try that, please?"
She rolled her eyes and groaned.
JJ picked up a makeup wipe and cleaned her face.
"Why do you do it? What feeling do you need so bad that it makes you put yourself in danger so often?"
She smiled, her eyes empty. "The feeling of being wanted, needed. It's like when someone wants me, I feel like I'm not just someone who no one will remember when I die, it's like I mean something. And hey, if they're married or in a relationship, I get payed to keep my mouth shut- that's how we get food around here."
Paris fell back on the bed.
"It's my birthday tomorrow."
JJ smiled and lay down next to her, "I know, your mom bought us costumes for the party."
The girl put her arms round JJ's neck.
"You give me that feeling, sometimes even if we aren't having sex."
He put his arms around her, "you give me that feeling all the time."
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Kie, Pope and John B jumped on the bed, waking the pair up.
"Happy birthday!"
The girl was in the year above the pogues, but had been homeschooled so it didn't make much of a difference, and anyway, she was only two or three months older than Pope.
"Fuck, what time is it?"
JJ was grumbling under the duvet.
"Ten o clock, you turned seventeen three hours ago."
Paris smiled and put an arm around Kie.
"What time is the party?"
"Starts at seven."
JJ groaned. "Paris and her mom have got me going as Romeo."
"Well, suck it up, the only way she would allow me to invite 4 pogues to a kook style party was to let her choose your costumes." She paused and took a sip of the beer John B offered her, "what are you guys even going as anyway?"
"Dorothy," Kie groaned.
"Danny from grease."
"Neo from the matrix."
Paris laughed, "oh this is gonna be so good."
"What are you going as?"
"Juliet in the angel costume- don't look at me like that, me and JJ have planned this for ages and anyway my mom chose really. She didn't see the joke of me going as Paris Hilton."

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