The Floozy • JJ MAYBANK • Outerbanks

•pancakes•

Paris woke up, starting to panic when she couldn't feel JJ next to her.
"JJ? Pope? Kie? John B?"
She could hear talking from the room over, so pulled JJ's top over her head and climbed out of bed.
"Oh, hey. Morning sleepyhead."
The girl looked around confused, it seemed the other three were watching JJ as he cooked.
"Um, what are you doing? You like never cook, I didn't think you even knew how."
"I'm making pancakes, which are you're favourite, as well as brownies, and I also made some bacon cause I mean who doesn't like bacon right?" The boy was grinning from ear to ear, "obviously, you don't have to eat all of it but I thought maybe you could try eat some, you know? So we don't have anymore scares."
Her eyes started to water as she sat down.
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head trying desperately to stop crying, "nothing, nothing, I just, I don't think anyone has ever cared enough about me to do something like this before."
Kie wrapped her arms around the girl.
JJ placed a plate of pancakes in front of her.
"I can cut it up to make it easier?" She nodded and rested her head in her palm, looking at the food like it might bite. The boy slowly cut the pancake into small squares, "even if you only eat a couple of squares, that's still an improvement okay?"
She nodded and took the fork. After swirling the square of pancake around her plate for a while, she squeezed her eyes shut and put it in her mouth. It took her a few seconds of chewing before she was able the swallow.
"There we go, you're doing so good already," Pope rubbed the girl's shoulder. After about twenty more squares, Paris was grinning widely, and pushed the plate to the side.
"Full?"
She nodded, and offered her leftovers to the others who happily accepted.
"I'm really proud of you." JJ was looking very proud of himself.
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"My moms called me three hundred times, maybe I should just go home?"
Pope shook his head sadly, "I don't think that would be a good idea, please just stay with us, okay?"
Paris nodded looking unsure, "there's supposed to be a hurricane tonight, maybe I should call her, you know, make sure she knows I'm okay?" He nodded.
JJ and John B exchanged unsure looks.
The girl quickly dialled the number and brought the phone to her ear, her mother picked up almost instantly.
"Paris, where the fuck have you been? Do you know how many times I've called you?"
The crew tried to listen to what the woman was saying, but couldn't catch more than a word.
"Sorry mom, I was just at John B's-"
"Do you know how many clients you've missed?"
JJ put a hand on her knee to stop it shaking.
"I've told you, I don't want that anymore."
"Sure you don't. I bet you haven't been following the rules either, what have you eaten, huh?"
"Nothing."
Kie mouthed 'what is she saying?' but Paris shook her head.
"I can tell you're lying, what have you eaten?"
"It was only a little bit of pancake, mom, I swear I won't do it aga-"
"For fucks sakes Paris, this is why you're getting so fucking fat."
The girl quickly brushed away a tear, hoping the others wouldn't notice, they did.
"I'm not fat. I swear I'll keep to the rules-"
"You bet you will, you know what happens when I weigh you and you haven't, don't you?"
"Yes mom."
"Well honestly I'm not sure you do, why don't you repeat them, maybe this time it will get into your thick skull."
Paris looked around, chewing on her lip.
"Mom, my friends are here-"
"I don't give two shits, go on, say it. Maybe the embarrassment will help keep you on track."
"You'll keep me in isolation until I've lost as much weight as what makes you happy."
It was hardly a whisper, the pogues almost didn't hear it. Almost.
"Now get your ass home, stat."
"I'm not coming home, mom. I'm done."
"Stop being stupid, come home."
"You aren't good for me, I've moved out."
"You fucking selfish bitch, for seventeen bloody years I've fed you and put a roof over your head and now what? You're  throwing that in my face. You're an ungrateful little cow," the woman was shouting so loudly the whole group could hear, and Paris had started crying again.
"Mom, I'm sorry, it's for the best."
"For the best my ass. How am I supposed to live in the lifestyle I'm used to without you earning your keep, huh? You're just growing to leave the woman who birthed you in the dust-"
John B prised the phone from the girls hand and hung up.
"Are you okay?"
She wiped her eyes and nodded, "yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Paris, you don't need to fake-"
"I'm not, I have nothing to fake, just drop it."
She left the house and started walking towards town.

Okay now we've got all the angst out of the way soz lmao 😌