And this is Paris. Nobody is really sure if she's a kook or a pogue, but either way she's definitely slumming it to be with us. The girl is a female JJ; she's reckless and hooks up with a new guy each night- saying that she does always come home wit...
The group cautiously walked into the bedroom, not wanting to upset Paris. She was curled up in a ball, with her head in Mrs Heyward's lap and having her hair brushed. Her face was red and puffy, making the green in her eyes more vibrant. "Hey beautiful, mind if we come in?" The mother smiled and went to excuse herself, but Paris grabbed her wrist, nodding. "Sorry for bothering you." "You didn't, Paris." "Thank you." "Any time dear." As the woman left, the pogues cautiously sat on the bed, unsure on what exactly to say. "Are you okay? We tried to make the co-" "Yes." "Huh?" JJ groaned. John B hadn't realised that Paris had the look on her face that said she was trying to hold a strong front. "I'm fine." "You diving off of that boat didn't seem fine." "Pope," nobody but JJ was understanding the situation and it infuriated him. "I got nervous under pressure and did a runner, you don't need to make a big deal out of it." "It was better that you left anyway," he leaned in and lowered his voice, "some burly dudes shot at us." "Oh." "Oh?" "Okay we're gonna go, maybe JJ stay with Paris, cheer her up a bit, yeah?" Kiara gave John B and Pope a pointed look, who quickly left. "Soo-" "I don't need cheering up JJ, I'm fine." "I know you're fine, but that doesn't mean I can't cheer you up." He flopped onto his back and moved closer to Paris, who rested her head on his chest. "That's some shit logic." "Maybe." "What happened after I left?" "Why don't we talk about it after I take you out, okay?" JJ stood and placed his hand out for her to take. "The thing I had planned, it won't work anymore." "That's fine, I've got an idea. I think it'll give you that feeling for so long you won't even know what to do with yourself." "Yeah?" "Yeah, just wear that dress I like." She grabbed his hand, "no overly romantic stuff, I don't like it." "I know, that's why my plan is the best." "Oh really?" He pulled Paris onto her feet, and grinned. "Just wear the dress, got it?" "Okay," she ran out of the room, being chased by the boy, screaming happily. "Ah, we've got to give it to JJ, always making her happy." "Oh, to be young and in love." Heyward smiled at his wife as the teens ran out of the house. •:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•☾☼☽•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:• "Paris, what's taking you so long? "I can't find a jacket that matches." "You can wear mine." She smiled and threw her head back, before opening the door.
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This dress with a tux jacket (I literally just ordered the dress 😌) JJ was stood leaning against the Twinkie, playing with his rings. He was wearing trousers and white shirt with the top buttons undone, his jacket was in his arms, ready to give Paris. It was starting to get dark. "You look pretty, like really pretty." The girl looked down, smiling. "So, now we're both in fancy outfits, I think we're ready to go," JJ pointed towards his dirt bike. "Where are we going?" "You know a couple of weeks ago, how you said that we should dress up and then do something wildly inappropriate for the outfits? That's what we're gonna do." He swung a leg over the bike, before gesturing for her to do the same. "Okay now- oh." JJ lost his words when Paris snaked her arms round his stomach, stretching so her chin was on his shoulder. "Let's go," she laughed, playing with his shirt. As soon as he kicked off, the girl started to squeeze tighter, making him chuckle. "Scared Westbrooke?" "You wish." The boy swerved the bike a little, making her squeeze impossibly tighter and place her head in his neck. "Okay, maybe a little." "You love it really." "Famous last words." After a while, he pulled over. "The fountains?" "Completely empty, and I hear at night they have flashing lights." Parking the bike, JJ ran his hands through his hair. The floor was the springy rubber sort that can be found at playgrounds, and water was shooting upwards in different places, making a square shape. (Like the ones in southbank in London) "Are you ready?" Paris nodded and pushed him into the jets, before running in after him. She threw her head back and spun around, screaming as water hit her skin. Grabbing each others hands, they ran around trying to dodge the streams, laughing and if anything, getting more wet than if they ran through normally. "Hey J?" "Yeah?" "You look really good right now, like really fucking good." He snakes his hand around her waist, chuckling gently. They didn't care about the water hitting them anymore, they let it soak them. "Paris Westbrooke, did you just compliment me?" He gently ran his thumb over her shoulder blade, making her shudder. Paris brought her hands to his chest. "Maybe," she slowly unbuttoned his shirt so it hung open, "this is far better." Noticing she was trying to shake water away from her eyes, he leaned forward so the water hitting her was blocked. "Hey Paris?" "Yeah?" "Can I kiss you? Obviously if you don't want to it's oka- oh." He sighed gently as she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the most meaningful kiss they had shared.
Hi I posted I have commitment issues that are so bad that anything romantic makes me feel icky so I'm obviously not great at writing these scenes but have fun I give you permission to laugh 😌✨🔥
