The Floozy • JJ MAYBANK • Outerbanks

•summer winds motel•

Paris woke up first, and looked around. Pope and John B had crashed on her sofa bed, and Kie was asleep beside her.
"JJ, JJ wake the fuck up," she shook the boy, panicking, and tears started to fall down her face.
"J, please wake up."
The boy groaned and sat up, "are you okay? What's wrong?"
She got up and threw him his underwear, and pulled on a shirt, "they're here, they saw us in bed together. Shit, they're gonna expect- they'll think- fuck, I don't know-"
"Hey, calm down-"
"Morning lovebirds," John B was smirking, thinking he had done something, until he saw Paris crying.
"Fuck, JJ what did you do to her?"
The other two started stiring and sat up.
"I can't- I've gotta go, I need some air."
She ran out of the room and climbed the stairs to the roof.
JJ got up and darted after her, leaving the rest of the crew looking concerned.
Kie shot John B a look.
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"I didn't- oh, I was just like morning lovebirds cause they were in bed and cuddling and-"
Pope smacked him round the back of the head.
"Idiot!"
"What?"
Kiara groaned, "Paris is obviously not someone who likes commitment is she? How do you think saying that made her feel?"
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"Paris, what is it? You can talk to me."
"Go away JJ."
"No."
The girl groaned and stood up, trying to push past the boy in the window.
"You're gonna fall- stop and talk to me."
"I said no strings, okay? And now they've seen, everyone's gonna be expecting stuff from me. I don't do dates. I don't do relationships. I don't want any of it. But they want me to want it, they want me to stop being a slag-"
"You're no-"
"They want me to stop screwing random men I've just met, but I want to, I want to feel the feeling. Everyone's just trying to force me into a little box where I can't breathe and I can't feel anything and I hate it."
JJ grabbed her shoulders as she slipped.
"Paris just come inside."
"No! I don't want any of it. All you want from me is stuff I can't give you, and I hate it."
"I don't want anything from you except for you to get off of the roof."
Kie, Pope and John B had pulled themselves out of bed and were stood behind JJ, not fully understanding what was going on.
"Paris, come inside and get breakfast, we don't mind if you're dating JJ."
The blonde boy winced and looked at John B.
Paris rubbed her nose and shook her head, "I'm not doing that, I'm not- stop it just everyone stop trying to make me be and do what I'm not. I don't know- I can't- why-"
Sensing that he needed to fix the mess he had made, John B climbed out the window and pulled the girl inside.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out, let's just talk, okay? We'll meet you guys at the house at like 2?"
Everyone nodded, and the boy took Paris back to her bedroom.
"Are you okay?"
She sat down on her bed and nodded.
"What's wrong, you can tell me."
She couldn't tell him, she didn't even want to think about it. How was she meant to explain that the thought of dating JJ was something she wanted, but just thinking about it made her feel sick.
"I haven't got the feeling anymore, I had it and now it's gone and I don't feel like anything."
He put an arm around her, "How do you usually get it to come back?"
Paris looked at her knees and shook her head.
"Come on, you can tell me. I won't laugh."
"When someone wants me, it's like, I get a rush, okay? And then the meaningless sex, it just gives me a feeling, I don't know."
"The feeling of having a purpose."
She nodded. "It usually stays until ages into the next day but it left this morning."
"When you saw us?"
"Mhm."
John B frowned as she fell back into the bed. It was almost as if he could see the difference when Paris had her so called feeling and when she didn't.
"Do you want it back?"
"What?" She looked at him, eyes wide.
"We could, you know?"
"John B, you're like JJ's brother, you can't do that to him. And you like Kie. No I'll just, I'll just find someone before I meet everyone at that new house."
"I'm sorry-"
"No, no, it's fine, just don't tell JJ, okay?"
He nodded and awkwardly stood up.
"I'll pick you up at two, okay?"
"Mhm."
"And my phone is on, so if you need me call, okay? Please, please be safe, don't put yourself in trouble just to get the feeling."
Paris watched as John B walked out.
"Fuck. Fuck."
The girl changed her clothes and left, not even bothering to get breakfast.
She walked for about ten minutes, when a car pulled up next to her.
"Hey sweetheart, how you doin'?"
"Hi Rafe."
"You still with someone?"
Paris shook her head.
"Wanna go drive somewhere?"
She climbed into the car, and leaned back as he drove. They stopped outside a dodgy looking motel.
"Is this safe?"
He shrugged and took her hand.
They passed Scooter Grubbs on the way, and Paris started to feel nervous for the first time in a while. "Are you sure it's a good idea to do it here? I mean what if scooter tells?"
"So what if he tells? It's just sex, come on sweetheart."
The way he said it made her skin crawl.
Rafe unlocked a room and pushed her gently inside.
As soon as the door was shut, the boy's hands were in Paris' hair, and he was kissing her. Picking her up, he lowered her onto the bed and pulled his shirt off. She slid her dress over her head.
Rafe was on top of her, kissing down her body, before he caught her eye. The boy slowly slid his hand up her body, maintaining eye contact the whole time, until it was wrapped around her neck.
"This good?"
She nodded. He unbuckled his jeans, and pulled his underwear off. Soon they were kissing again, bodies moving in sync, and Paris threw her head back.
"I've been watching you for a while."
She placed a hand on Rafe's chest, forcing him to stop moving his hips.
"What?"
"I think, you and I would be good together? Give each other what we're looking for."
"I don't do-"
"I know you do, everyone does."
His grip tightened around her neck.
"I don't want a boyfriend, there's no discussion on that."
Paris couldn't breath, her nails dug into the boys hands.
"Come on Paris, you're pretty and I'm me. We work, you can't say that we don't. Say yes."
It felt like her chest was gonna burst. She nodded, and he instantly let go.
The girl felt like she was dying the rest of the time. Rafe continued to grunt loudly in her ear expecting some kind of reaction, but didn't get one.
After he was done, he left her lying on the bed while he showered, locking the door to the room before he did.
She picked up her phone and called John B.
"Hello? Do you need me to pick you up?"
Paris went to say something, but she just couldn't.
"Paris are you okay?"
She breathed down the line, not knowing what to do.
"Fuck, Paris do I need to call the cops?"
"Don't tell the others."
"What?"
"Please, I don't want them to know."
"Where are you, I'm coming to pick you up."
"Summer winds motel."
She heard Rafe get out of the shower and started to whisper.
"Please be quick, I'm- just be quick okay?"
The line went dead, and Paris whimpered.
She pulled her dress back on just before he came back into the room.
"Hey baby, why are you wearing clothes? We aren't done yet."
"I've got, um, my friends are waiting for me, I really need to go-"
"Hey hey hey, I'm all you need. I don't want you hanging round with filthy pogues anymore, now we're dating."
"Look Rafe, I don't think you have the right idea, um, I don't want to date you, I like someone else-"
"Who? Who is better than I am?"
She didn't say anything.
"See, no one. You've just been brainwashed by those low lives you hang out with."
"Rafe, I'm not being your girlfriend-"
He slapped her round the face, towering over her.
"I knew you were such a fucking whore."
He pulled his trousers on and left, leaving the door hanging wide open.
Paris burst into tears as John B came charging in.
"I saw Rafe leave. What did he do?"

Me: I could make them sleep together for story line and involve a john b and JJ fight
Also me: no that's cruel and slightly weird
Me: but I couldddd
Btw I'm evil so it genuinely might happen 😼✌️