What I've lived for (JJ Maybank x Reader)

SARAH!!! - Chapter 7

"Oh hey Y/n wow your here early"

"couldn't sleep"

"oh damn do you wanna go pick up coffee"

"yeah if you want to but where"

"I was thinking of just going to McDonald's to get some frappuccinos for the group"

"yeah thats fine we'll take my car, lets go"

We both walk out and get into my car. When I drive to McDonald's we order 6 frappuccinos then go back to the Chateau. When we get to the Chateau we walk into the door and Kie, and JJ are up.

"hey guys we got some fraps for you guys"

"oh thanks y/n" JJ tells me.

"your welcome" I say handing him one then kie

"thanks guys these are really good"

"your welcome" me and Sarah say in sync.

"so what are we doing today" Kie asks sipping on her coffee

"I was thinking of just hanging out till the kegger"

"sounds good to me" JJ says

"yeah same" kie says

"I third that" I say.

JJ moves from the table to the couch, next to me. 

"so JJ" Sarah starts, "do you have a girlfriend"

Oh she dove right in.

"uh no but I do like someone" he says as I look down trying not to smile

"oh my god who" she says smiling

"that's not your business" he tells her 

"just tell me I'll keep it a secret"

"no thanks"

"I promise I won't tell unless its someone here"

"its not" he says and my face drops 

"well then say it"

"Sarah it's none of your business stop asking!" he says getting up and walking out to the back porch.

"I'll go make sure he's okay it's not like him to blow up like that" I say getting up an following him.

When I walk out I find him laying on the hammock sipping his coffee.

"hey" I say walking up slowly 

"hey"

"are you okay"

"mhm"

"whats wrong why did you blow up like that"

"I just have a lot on my mind" he says as I lay on the hammock, facing him.

"come on talk to me"

"you don't want to know"

"JJ you can talk to me"

"I got into a fight with my dad"

"what kind of fight"

he lifts his shirt to reveal about a dozen bruises.

"JJ" I say my face is softening. I tried to touch one of his bruises but he winced in pain, the bruises were fresh. "I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault" I turn around so I was sitting next to him and I pull him close, putting an arm around him as I feel his tears fall on my shirt wetting the skin underneath my clothes, his silent sobs creating some of my own.