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❝ you just mommyed me ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"DCS! I know you're in there!" I hear a voice bark, waking John B and I up from our nap.

"What the hell?" I croak sleepily.

Suddenly I hear a bang on the window behind me and I jump in fright, turning my head to see JJ with a smirk on his face.

"Whoa!" John B gasps.

"Gotcha, slick" JJ laughs.

John B covers his face, flopping back onto the sofa and I glare at the blonde angrily.

"You should have seen your faces. You were like.." JJ howls, making a terrified facial expression.

He enters the chateau and I pull a blanket over my head, trying to go back to sleep.

"You are such a douchebag" John B groans as JJ continues to laugh.

I feel the Routledge boy get up and he walks away, the sound of him slapping JJ as he passes echoes through the room. Just as I feel myself drifting back to sleep, JJ throws himself onto the sofa bed next to me and I groan loudly into the pillow.

"Fuck off, JJ" I grumble.

"Come on, angel" He chuckles, pulling the blanket off me "You know you don't want that"

"Actually, I do" I snap, shooting the blonde a glare "Stupid"

He grabs my shoulder and pushes me onto my back, climbing on top of me. I open my mouth to yell at him but my words get caught in my throat as he grabs my wrists, pinning my arms above my head.

"Say sorry" He demands and I recover from the initial shock.

"JJ, you're hurting me" I lie and his face softens as he lets go of my arms.

Before he can say anything else, I flip him onto his back and jump onto him, pining his arms down under my knees.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings when I called you stupid" I tell him, brushing his hair off his forehead "I really thought you already knew"

He playfully glares at me and I smirk, getting off him. I turn to walk away but I stop when JJ speaks up.

"Hey, angel?" He says and I hum, turning around.

He hesitates for a minute before shaking his head and smiling softly.

"You look pretty" He tells me and butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"Thanks, hot stuff" I smile gratefully.

He shrugs nonchalantly and I head into the spare room to change. I change into a red and white striped bikini before slipping on a blue denim skirt and my red chucks. I find a white shirt that I'm sure belongs to John B and slip it on, tying it at the front instead of buttoning it up.

"Come on, Sylvie!" John B complains as I pull my hair out the braids, letting my waves fall down over my shoulders.

"I'm done!" I reply, exiting the room.

"Lets go" JJ chirps, hopping off the sofa bed.

"Shotgun!" I holler and JJ smirks.

Before I can even comprehend what's happening, JJ throws me onto the bed and races out the door.

"Oh, hell no!" I shriek, scrambling to my feet and chasing after him.

He hops into the passenger seat as John B climbs into the driver seat and I rip open the passenger door.

"Get out" I demand.

"You snooze, you lose" JJ shrugs smugly.

"I called shotgun!" I whine, stomping my foot like a child.

"What are you gonna do about it?" He smirks and I glare at him.

"Fine" I huff.

"That's what I thou-" The blonde cuts himself off in surprise as I climb into the van and plop myself on his lap, slamming the door shut behind me.

John B smothers a laugh with a cough and starts up the engine as I smugly grin at the shocked Maybank boy. The radio starts playing and he shakes his head, recovering from his surprise. I hum along to the music, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare out the windshield.

John B suddenly brakes and my eyes widen as I lurch forward but JJ's arms shoot out, pulling me back against him. I let out a sigh of relief and John B shoots me an apologetic smile, hitting the gas again.

"I don't know why you keep trying to get yourself killed" JJ grumbles, his grip on me tightening.

"I'm not doing it deliberately" I argue and he scoffs.

"I'm really beginning to doubt that, angel" He replies.

"I've gotta agree with JJ. I'm worried about you, Vie" John B speaks up.

"When don't you agree with JJ?" I retort and he rolls his eyes.

My eyes fall to my lap and I notice something weird, making me furrow my brows in confusion.

"Hey, JJ?" I say and he hums in response "Why do you have red paint on your hands?"

I turn to him and see he has a smudge of paint on his jaw too.

"What have you been painting?" I ask with a laugh, licking my thumb and rubbing the paint smudge on his jaw.

"My shed" He replies simply, tilting his head a little to let me get it all off.

"All clean" I chirp, patting his cheek.

"You totally just mommyed him" John B snorts and I frown.

"Did not" I retort.

"Did too" The brunette smirks.

"Oh, my God" JJ groans "You just mommyed me"

"I did?" I ask in horror and he nods with a grimace.

John B laughs loudly as we awkwardly gag in disgust and look away from each other. The van is engulfed in silence and I start humming along to the music once again to ease the tension.

"I'm just saying, I don't understand why you don't at least try with Kiara. She clearly likes you" JJ blurts out and I nod in agreement.

"She's like 'Oh, John B'" I moan out and JJ shifts under me, causing me to shoot him a quick glare for moving me.

"Is that what she does?" John B smirks at me.

"She's sketching about you diving, then she kissed you, bro" JJ drawls off.

"She kissed me on the cheek. It's not like we were makin' out" John B scoffs.

"Low-hanging fruit, bro. Don't pretend you don't notice. I see it in your eyes. You're like 'I kinda like that' and then you start blushing and shit" JJ rants making me giggle.

"I blush?" John B asks.

"Oh, totally. You turn an awkward tomato colour" I tell him.

"Well, if you think I blush bad, you should have seen JJ's face when you moaned just there. Cherry red" John B states, outing his best friend.

"What the fuck, dude?" JJ groans.

"I refuse to go down alone" The brunette retorts and I laugh.

"It's okay, hot stuff. I'm not judging" I tell the Maybank boy, pinching his now noticeably red cheek and he swats my hand away.

"Shut up" He grumbles, hiding his face in my hair.

I giggle and wrap an arm around the boy, playing with his hair to keep myself occupied. As I'm half way through French braiding the boy's hair, he moves forward and it comes undone, making me pout. He reaches out to grab the compass and John B tries to snatch it off him but he grabs it.

"Hey, don't-" John B starts.

"I was just looking at it" JJ retorts.

"I gotta admit, your father's compass in Scooter's boat, that's freaky" He adds.

"Yeah. That's why we're going to talk to Ms. Lana, figure this whole thing out" John B explains.

"I'm sure she would just love to talk to us. It's not like her husband just drowned or anything" JJ scoffs sarcastically.

"Will you stay still?" I complain, yanking the blonde's hair and he yelps.

"Be gentle!" He scolds me as John B laughs and I pout, gently fiddling with with hair.