It's You and Me. Always. (JJxREADER)

Chapter 2: Hurricane Agatha.

TW⚠️MENTION OF SUICIDE⚠️

Y/N's POV:

I wake up to the sound of John B slamming the door. We all decided to sleep at the Château last night. One, because we were all exhausted and two, we were all drunk as fuck so none of us could drive home. Pope slept on the couch on the porch, Kie slept in the spare bedroom and me and JJ slept on the pull-out.

"What time is it?" I asked John B, rubbing my sleep deprived eyes.

"It's just turned 10am." he replied, clearly not affected by the amount of alcohol he consumed last night. I sat up and immediately regretted it as I held my head in my hands to stop the room from spinning. I always forget the about the consequences of drinking until the morning after.

"How are you not hungover?" I groaned, looking up slowly to see the room was still spinning. John B approaches me with a glass of water and some aspirin. Smiling at him gratefully, I take it from him and down it within seconds.

"When you're best friends with JJ, you get used to hangovers." We both laugh, regretting it instantly as I held my head in hands my hands once again.

"I heard that, you dick." JJ muttered from under the covers. In reply, John B ripped the covers off of JJ, causing him to whine like a baby. I got my pillow and whacked him with it.

"Get up, you big baby." I turned around and started laughing at the sight of his bed head. He then pulls me onto the bed and starts ruffling my hair, which then turned into tickling. He used one hand to pin both of my wrists against the bed.

"JJ-get off- get off of me!" I say in between laughs. He releases me and says, "Who's got bed head now?" with his cheeky smirk that never fails to make my heart melt. I playfully shove him out of the way and get up to wake Pope and Kie. Once I had woken them up, I threw on my black bikini, with some blue denim shorts and what I assumed was John B's t-shirt. I walked out onto the porch, where I was met with Pope, JJ, John B and one grumpy-ass Kie. She was definitely not a morning person.

"You should where my clothes more often princess. You look good in them." JJ grinned at me. I looked down to realise I was wearing JJ's t-shirt. I smiled sheepishly at him and avoided eye contact, hoping he couldn't see my cheeks blushing. I sat down on the couch next to Kie as John B said he had something to tell us.

"I had a meeting with DCS this morning and they said they're gonna come here tomorrow to talk to Uncle T and if he isn't here I'm going to foster care." He was pacing up and down the porch the entire time, clearly very anxious and JJ didn't help.

"But we don't know where your uncle is."

"No shit, Sherlock!" John B exclaimed. He wasn't in a playful mood and it showed.

"Okay, calm down everyone. John B, there's no way DCS are coming over here tomorrow." Pope said with a smug smile on his face. I raised my eyebrow at him and he continued to talk saying, "Hurricane Agatha is expected to arrive tomorrow, so DCS definitely won't be coming over to check on you."

"This is why you're the smart one Pope." JJ said whilst patting Pope on the back. I heard John B let out a sigh and I turn to him and say, "No matter what, we're always here for you JB. You're not going anywhere." I stand up to give him a hug which he happily returns and I could see JJ tense his whole body which I thought was a bit weird but I just brushed it off.

We all just hung out for a few hours, drinking some beer and watching JJ act like an idiot whilst he was getting high. Pope and John B both went out somewhere and Kie decided to go home, leaving me and JJ alone in the Château. "You hungry?" I ask JJ, remembering how he always gets the munchies when he's high.