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๐–ง๐–จ๏ผŽ๐–ฃ๐–จ๐–ฃ ๐–ธ'๐– ๐–ซ๐–ซ ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ฒ ๐–ฌ๐–ค๏ผŸ๐–ธ๐–ฎ๐–ด ๐–ก๐–ค๐–ณ๐–ณ๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–ง๐– ๐–ต๐–ค๏ผŽ

Sorry I wasn't around. I was, as you've read, unconscious because of a machete. Cool, right? Nobody comment that it was the blunt end, alright, it was still a freaking machete. I'm never going to stop talking about that fact.

Anyway, I'm back. For good, I don't know. It was nice having that break despite being unconscious.

We've now hit land, and I can safely say that I have no idea which direction we've headed nor do I think we've hit land where any civilisation lays. No, we've crash landed on a deserted island from the looks of it.

It looks like a decent bit of land, but I'm not sure how long we can truly stay here. I mean, I know the lifeboat needs charging, but I'm sure we can figure out a way to, I don't know, get home. Although, we could look at this island as some kind of holiday, that might make the idea of staying here a little nicer.

Since waking back up on the boat, JJ hasn't let go of me, obviously afraid of me just dying or something drastic. After uttering that word with three letters, JJ and I have been trapped in our own little bubble while waiting to find land. Now that we've found land, that bubble still protects us and his hand still holds mine.

I said yes, was anybody really that surprised?

This is a love story after all.

Not only did I say yes, but JJ kissed me in front of all our friends including my brother who, apparently, knew this entire fucking time. Why did nobody mention that fact? How did I not know? Was I really too distracted by JJ to not notice that my own brother knew? Anyway, he seems okay with us being together, but I have a sinking suspicion that he's actually really happy about it. I'll talk to him later, see where his head is at with the whole "my sister is with my best friend" thing.

I, on the other hand, cannot stop smiling over the fact that I am finally with my best friend.

After nine years, JJ and I are together as one.

I feel like dancing, I really do, and that's rare because I am a terrible dancer. I just feel like screaming to the entire worldโ”€โ”€ this empty islandโ”€โ”€ that I got the guy.

Alas, I don't scream nor dance, I sit down, my hand slipping from JJ's as I join the girls. Before there was three of us, and now there's a new addition to our girl groupโ”€โ”€ Cleo. Four girls, three guys, but we absolutely have enough guys, we don't need another to make it even.

Sarah nudges me. "You okay?"

I look forward, eyes meeting JJ's because, as we've both said, our eyes just have a way of meeting in the midst of all the chaos. For that short moment, my eyes wouldn't open, but I heard the backend of the stuff he saidโ”€โ”€ the date stuff that he mentioned. Oh, and he's still set on building me that "fucking treehouse" to put it in his words.

Mentally, I feel amazing. Physically, my head still hurts a little, but that can easily be ignored because it's only a small sting.

"Still a little dizzy," I answer, continuing to stare over at JJ who leans against one of the many palm trees on this island.

I feel Sarah nudge me again, and that brings my attention over to her. She's smiling knowingly, and I roll my eyes. She was probably the first person I confided in about how I felt towards JJ as, according to her, it was damn obvious to everybody but my brother. Now my brother knows, and it's times like these where I'm glad he's the only family member I have to tell as I know Dad, wouldn't want us together. Don't ask me why, he just wouldn't want us together, that much I know, but he isn't alive, so I don't have to tell him.

John B's opinion always mattered more to me than Dad's ever did, so if he approves, that's all I need to hear. He does approve, of course, he just doesn't want to be too happy about our relationship. He's trying to remain cool, but I know my brother well. I know he's secretly thrilled about us, he just won't admit it.

"Does anybody know where we're at?" JJ asks, forcing me to turn my head back to his voice.

"Deserted beach. Unknown island," Pope speaks, stepping over to us girls.

"Alright, I'll take that as a no."

Nobody knew where we were, but at the moment, it didn't really matter. There's no way we can get off this island. There can't be anything close to here, and unless we conjure up some kind of boat or plane, we aren't leaving anytime soon.

I lean my head into Sarah's arm, feeling exhausted. It's been a long day, and from what I know, we've lost again. The cross was dumped in the water by Pope, but was pulled back up by the Rafe Cameron. Seriously, I don't know how he did that given that we couldn't even lift that thing as six, but he did most of the heavy lifting as one.

I hate him more now.

"Plan A, huh, Pope? That went well."

"This is the lowest we can go." I'm too tired to argue with that, and let's be honest, there isn't anything lower than this. "We literally have nothing else to lose." Except each other, but I don't say that. "The cross, gone."

"The gold, gone," Sarah chimes in, adding to our pathetic losses.

"Seriously, if we had a nickel for every time we got beat up, I'd say we're at a dollar fifty."

"That's more than I got on me." That's more than any of us have had on us in a while. I don't think I've seen a dollar fifty in weeks.

"It somehow doesn't make me feel better."

"Yeah, you're right." John B looks at each of us, obviously about to try and bring some light to our crappy situation. "But, I mean, we've... we've had some good stuff happen, right?"

"Name something."

"Um..." John B swallows, now realising he has to offer us some good stuff. "The boiler room," is what he chooses to say, but we don't know what he means. "What? If the boiler didn't explode, I wouldn't have gotten away from Rafe. I couldn't have gotten the Zodiac and gotten us out of here."

"That wasn't luck," Cleo tells. "That thing was gonna blow the second I stopped feeding it."

"Stealing my thunder, Cleo."

"Sorry," she utters, and I exhale a laugh, knowing that luck isn't even on our side in this.

"Um... Okay, Pope." He looks over at Pope. "You're related to Denmark Tanny. That's crazy."

"And I lost all his inheritance," Pope replies, not a hint of enthusiasm in his voice.

"Okay, this isn't a fun game," I say, lifting my head from Sarah's shoulder.

"You know what?" John B stands in front of us, ready to give us some kind of encouraging speech from what I can see, but each of us just look fucking depressed. "Guys, this is it. This is the Pogue life. We are in the Caribbean. It's our own little slice of paradise. With my best friends..." His eyes fall on me. "With my family."

I press my lips together, trying to smile but it's a little hard after all that's just happened. Loss after loss, disappointment after disappointment, it's just exhausting.

"I don't know." John B shrugged. "I wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else. Look, and while you guys were complaining about every little thing..." He spins, facing his best friend. "JJ?"

JJ peers over at him. "Hmm?"

"I was looking at those burly lefts," he says, pointing over at the waves that push against the rocks of the mountains.

"There's some slabs out there," JJ replies.

"Just a few." He looks over at Kiara who looks just like the rest of usโ”€โ”€ fed up. "Kie, see that? I know you wanna get out."

"No boards," Kiara responds, defeat in her voice.

"Well, we can bodysurf till we make some boards."

"Lame," she deadpans, and I agree with her silently.

"Pope? Come on, man."

"They do look pretty tasty," he speaks.

"Oh, yes, they do."

"There's nobody around. We could squat here for a bit." How long is a bit? "Kind of belongs to us now, huh?" Pope stands, coming to stand beside John B who throws an arm around him.

"Seven way split?" I hate odd numbers. We need an eighth person in this group, I think, just to make it an even number.

"Poguelandia," JJ speaks, his accent posh. We each look over at him as he lifts himself up and onto the palm tree. "I claim thee Poguelandia." I can't help but smile. I mean, it is him after all. "I like the ring of it. I'm gonna make a flag."

"You're gonna make a flag?"

"Yes, Sunny, I am." He nods his head to me. "It's gonna have a chicken on it. With a coconut bra, smoking a J..." We each laugh which is just what we needed. "...in Crocs."

"I could use a J," Kiara chirps.

"Can we vote?" Sarah asks, still laughing.

"Shall we get to work?" Pope asks John B, stepping away from him and over to us again.

"Let's get to work. Let's start working on provisions," John B says, slapping a hand on JJ's shoulder as he passes him. "Set up shop."

JJ reaches me, and he holds out one hand. "Ready to find out what being together means?" I stare at his hand, and then back up at him.

"Does it mean being stuck on an island with our friends whilst being together? If so, I can't wait." I slide my hand into his and he pulls me up, bringing me into him instantly. I laugh, planting my hands on his chest to steady myself as his hand slides across my back.

He grins down at me, fingertips digging into my skin. "I really like you, Sunny, wherever we are."

"I really like you too, but I am not going to be a pretty picture for however long we're stuck here." Seriously, we just start being together, and I have to be stuck on a deserted island with my best friends and my brother. I shiver at the thought.

"You're always pretty to me."

I press my lips together, leaning into him. "Okay, I already said yes, you don't need to try and flatter me, J. I'm yours, remember?"

His head dips, nose brushing against mine. "Oh, I remember." His mouth covers mine, right there in front of everybody again.

I could absolutely get used to this.

















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"๐–ฒ๐–ฎ ๐–ธ๐–ฎ๐–ด ๐–ช๐–ญ๐–ค๐–ถ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฒ ๐–ค๐–ญ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฑ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฌ๐–ค?"

The sun has since set, and we're currently sitting around the fire we started a little while ago. I'm sat beside my brother, needing to talk to him. Nobody is listening to our conversation as Pope is talking to Cleo, getting her up to speed on who we are while Kiara and Sarah talk together. JJ is... well, I don't exactly know, but I think he's trying to catch us another fish.

"Yep."

"Why didn't you say something?" I've never known my brother to just stay quiet, not when it comes to me, and especially not when the matter is that of me and JJ.

He shrugs, staring ahead at the fire. "I wanted you to tell me when you were ready."

That makes sense... I think. "Right."

"Why, uh..." John B glances at me, but I instead turn my head towards the fire. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"There was nothing to tell," I argue, knowing I don't have a good enough reason for not telling him about me and JJ. There was plenty to tell my brother, and if it had been about anything else, I wouldn't hesitate in telling him.

"Brooke, you and JJ kissed when I was running from the cops. There was plenty to tell."

"Exactly, you were so busy running fromโ”€โ”€" I pause, turning my head back to him slowly. "Wait. How do you know when we kissed?" I hate saying that word in front of my brother, but he said it first. He turns away from me, obviously realising he said the wrong thing. "John B?"

"I talked to him," he admits.

"What?"

"I talked to him," he repeats, shrugging his shoulders like he doesn't think he did anything wrong by doing that.

I groan, head falling into my hands. "Oh, you gave him the brother talk, didn't you?"

"Well, somebody has to."

"No. No. Nobody has to," I argue, hating the idea of him getting too involved. Sure, I don't have a dad to scare JJ, but I don't need my brother to take that place. I love him, I do, but I can handle JJ just fine on my own. I don't want anybody to frighten him away not that I think anybody would.

"I have to, alright? I'm your brother, I have to check he's serious about you."

"He's your best friend, you trust him." I nudge him, brushing my knuckles over his. "He is serious about me, John B, and I am serious about him. You know that."

"He kissed you while you were vulnerable."

"Oh, please stop saying kissed, you're my brother." I scoff, feeling ill. "Also, you running away from the cops did not make me vulnerable, and I was the one who kissed him first."

"If I have to stop saying that word, you have to stop saying that word," he bites back.

"Fine. Instead of kissed, we'll say... juggling."

"Juggling?"

I nod firmly. "Yep."

"How about we just stop talking about it?"

"No, I..." I turn, crossing my legs. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, okay, but with all that happenedโ”€โ”€ you dying, you getting thrown in prison, you and Sarah breaking upโ”€โ”€ I just didn't know how to tell you, so I put it off, and I'm sorry you had to find out on your own."

"Yeah, it wasn't fun to hear that my sister was kisโ”€โ”€" I narrow my eyes, and he takes back the word. "Juggling with my best friend." He scrunches his face up. "Is it just me or did that sound worse than saying the real world?"

I press my lips together. "Yeah, kind of."

"Look." He sighs loudly, turning his body to face me completely. "I don't care that you're with JJ, Brooke, I care that you felt like you couldn't tell me. I don't care what was going on in my life, alright, you can always talk to me. We're the only family we've got, B, you realise that, right?"

I nod, hearing him. "Yeah."

"Besides, you've been in love with him since you were, like, a kid, so..." Of course he knows that. In fact, I think everybody knows that except for the one that truly matters.

"Okay. Shut up."

"And to show you that I'm okay with you and JJ and the... jugglingโ”€โ”€"

"Okay, we're not saying that anymore."

He huffs out a laugh. "Anyway, to show you that I do approve, and that I just want you both to be happy..." He turns away from me and looks into the distance at the cliff up ahead. He lifts his finger, pointing to the cliff. "I'm supposed to send you over there."

Confused, I follow his finger, squinting as I look over at the cliff. I see something of a light at the very top, but it's difficult to know what that really is. When I look back to my brother, he's already looking right at me, and I slot the pieces together as I realise where a certain somebody is.

"Is he up there?"

"Yep."

I bite my bottom lip, smiling. "Okay."

"I really am okay with it, okay?" Despite knowing that I can be with whoever I want to be with, it's still nice to just know that John B approves. It's nice to know that he's on our side. "I want you to be happy, B."

"Thank you," I mutter, placing my fist against his arm gently. "For everything."

"That's what I'm here for."

I'll forever be grateful for my brother, and I know I'll never be able to pay him back for all that he's done for me, but I can always try. He's right. He's the only family I've got left, and while we've sought a family in our friends, he was there first. He was my best friend first, since birth. He's been my safety net since I was a child, and even now, I can't imagine not being stuck with my brother.

I nod a final time, my smile still fond. "Go, and let's agree to never talk about juggling again."

"I thought I could talk to you about anything?"

"Not everything, okay?"

I breathe out a laugh. "Okay."

Leaving my friends and brother at the fire, I begin to walk towards the cliff which we checked out earlier when gathering provisions for our first night here. It's a large cliff with a long drop down to the water, and I suspect JJ is going to jump off the damn thing very soon. I'd jump off with him, but I can't help but be a little afraid as it's a long drop down, and I'm not too keen on dropping into water anytime soon.

My heart pounds in my chest as I walk up, dragging my feet up the grass and mud to reach him at the very top. Well, I hope he's at the top. I suspect he's at the top, but I'll only find out once I reach there.

Once I reach the top, I inhale a deep breath, my lungs feeling like they're about to collapse with the weight of having to walk up that damn hill. Yeah, I hope I don't have to do that every single day.

I come to a stop, finding JJ to be sitting in front of his own fire. Tiny orange flowers decorate the ground, starting beneath my feet and moving to circle the fire. I saw these flowers earlier, and I remember saying how pretty they were. I look back to the boy who is only lit by the fire he started, and I find a split coconut and half a mango to be sitting alongside him.

I swallow the unexpected emotion in my throat as I step forward, reentering the bubble I never, ever wanted to leave in the first place. "What is this?"

He lifts himself up, picking up the split coconut. "I owe you a date, remember?"

How can I forget? It's all I've thought about since my hearing came back to me in the midst of being unconscious.

I can't fight the smile, not when the boy I love is standing before me, about to wow me with his fantastic first date skills. If he's never had a girlfriend, I don't imagine he's had a first date so that would make me his first, and that makes me feel warm inside.

He's stands before me, holding the split coconut in his hands. "So what do you have planned?"

"Well, instead of caviar, we ate fish." That we did, and it was pretty good, but I fear I'll grow sick of fish the longer we stay here. "Instead of champagne, we have coconut water..." He pushes half of the coconut into my hand, and I watch the white liquid slosh inside, still grinning like a lovesick fool which I now am. "And instead of that dessert that explodes when you pour chocolate on it, whatever that is, we have..." He places a hand on my elbow, stepping to one side. "Mango."

"Mango and coconut water?" I slide my hand into his, stepping towards him. "I love it."

"I wish I could take you on a realโ”€โ”€"

"Hey." I gaze at him. "I don't care where you take me, and I don't care what we do, JJ. I like you. I really, really like you, and this is really sweet." I've never been on a date, everybody knows that, but this is the best first date a girl could ever have, believe me. "Thank you."

I lift the coconut, taking a sip of the water. The minute the liquid touches my lips, I turn my head away, spitting it out. "Oh!" I cough, feeling worse than when I had to cough up a lung to get the water out of me. "That is disgusting."

"Yeah, I know. I already drank some."

"And you just let me drink it?"

"I'm sorry." He drops his half of the coconut before his arm sweeps around my back, pulling me into him. "You can eat the mango."

I place on hand on his chest. "Can't we eat the mango?"

"No, it's your dessert."

"Then what's yours?"

A shit-eating grin brightens his face, and before the pieces click together in my head, he dips his head and crashes his mouth over mine. The force at which our lips meet has the coconut falling right from my hand, hitting the floor.

I laugh, gripping his arms before I fall. He kisses me with an unrelenting urgency, smiling against my mouth. I instinctively circle my arms around his neck, clinging on as his hands dig into my hips, his body pressing into mine. I glide my hands up, fingertips digging into his hair.

He kisses me hard, his mouth endlessly exploring mine like he's been starved, and in a way, I guess he has been as we haven't kissed in some time since earlier. I struggle to match his pace, but I'm equally as eager for him as he is for me. I grip his shoulders tighter, trying to pull him even closerโ”€โ”€ as if he isn't already close enough.

I've missed this, and even though it's supposed to be our first date, we've skipped a few stepsโ”€โ”€ a few dates, let's be honest.

When his mouth detaches from mine, I suck in a sharp breath. "JJ," I exhale, feeling his mouth skim across my jaw and down my neck. My hands fall, grasping his shoulders tightly as he drags a trail of kisses up the side of my neck, heading back to my mouth.

I moan softly, digging my palms into his shoulders as his lips take mine again, pulling me right back into that euphoric state. I bite down on his lip, afraid my faint moans will carry in the wind and be heard from our friends who are very far away. He smirks, biting right back.

I whine, reaching my hands down and pulling at the belt loops of his shorts, needing him even closer than he is now. He groans, teeth digging back into my bottom lip as I attempt to kiss him back as passionately as he's been kissing me.

I then pull back, completely breathless, and I stare straight ahead at him, his chest heaving. "People don't do that on a first date," I state, breathing deep and heavy.

His arms slide around my back. "And what do people do on a first date, Sunshine?"

"They talk," I say, placing my hands on his hips, needing him closer. "They eat."

"I am eating," he bites out. "Well, I was."

I roll my eyes, circling my arms around his waist. "God, you'reโ”€โ”€"

"Charming?" He grins, dragging his tongue across his teeth as he peers down at me. "If you let me keep kissing you now, I promise we can share a mango and talk for the rest of the night."

"Hey." I squeeze his arm. "The mango is mine."

He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine, his nose brushing mine. "Of course, baby. I'm sorry." Red creeps up my neck, warming my entire body from the inside out. I love hearing him call me anything but my name. I hope he never stops.

His lips catch mine again, and I decide to enjoy this. We have all the time in the world, so I am going to let him kiss me until the sun comes up if it means being this close to him.

I slide my hand up from the waistband of his shorts, pushing under his shirt and placing my hand against the skin of his hip. He jerks, shivering at the touch, but he keeps his mouth sealed against mine.

One hand rests on the back of my neck while the other rests on my back. He clings on, allowing me to continue my journey up his shirt. My fingers map the muscles in his stomach which forces his lips back. His forehead remains pressed to mine, his breathing stuttered as I continue to trace my fingers over the hard muscle. "Fuck, Brooke."

I offer him a tight-lipped smile. "You like that?" His skin is warm under my hand.

"You're killing me," he breathes out, peering down and watching as I continue to trace delicate, intricate circles against his skin. I've touched him before, but now we're... together, together. We're a couple, we're one, we're boyfriend and girlfriend.

JJ snatches my hand suddenly, pulling it back. I peer up at him, confused, but he simply just kisses me. As he kisses me, he guides me backwards, bringing us past the fire before slowly lowering us to the ground.

Gripping his shirt, JJ lays upon me, prying my mouth open with his. His kisses become more urgent, more passionate, more needy. Our kiss turns hot and frenzied, and I clutch harder onto his shirt again, needing him even closer than he now.

I feel his hand slide up my leg, lifting it up and pulling it around his waist. I hum, my entire body tingling from my feet to my face. His arm slides under my back, lifting my hips up to meet his, and I groan loudlyโ”€โ”€ loud enough for somebody to fucking hear but I don't care.

I am kissing my boyfriend. I will never be tired of saying that.

I then pull back, planting my hands on his shoulders. "You okay?" I nod, staring into my favourite colour.

"We're together." I huff out a laugh, still finding it to be a little unbelievable despite him being the one who asked. I always assumed I would be the one to cave and ask him, but he truly surprised me when he asked. "We're together."

"Yes." He pushes his lips against my nose. "Yes, we are, Sunny."

"Hey." I reach my hand up, brushing my fingers along his jaw. "Thank you for asking me."

"Thank you for saying yes."

"Like I would say no," I say, voice teasing.

He lifts himself off me, dropping to lay beside me instead. His hand instantly finds mine, and our fingers intertwine on the bed of orange flowers. We both stare up, finding there to be a cluster of stars right above our heads. I don't know what particular stars mean, but I find one to be shining much brighter than the rest.

I've never really watched the stars, I realise. I've spent most of my life watching the sun rise in the morning or the sun set in the evening, but I never took it upon myself to stargaze.

It's not so bad, I find.

"What would we do if we were back home?" We're a couple now, but instead of being at home, we're stuck on an island with our friends. It's kind of funny that we're going to spend the first few days of our new relationship stuck together with no way of escaping.

I hear him laugh, and I scrunch my face up, eyebrows furrowed as I look away from the stars to him. "Why are you laughing?"

"Do you really want me to tell you what we'd do if we were home?"

I don't understand. "Uh, yes."

He turns, and I do the same. We both lie on our sides, facing each other. "I'd cook for you," he tells, and now it's my turn to laugh because I never would've expected that from him.

I shake my head, body shaking with laughter. "You'd cook for me?"

"Hey, Youtube exists, Sunshine."

The thought of him cooking with the instructions of a Youtube video has me giggling like a child. I'd love nothing more than to sit in the kitchenโ”€โ”€ in whose house, I don't knowโ”€โ”€ and watch him attempt to cook for me. I can imagine him cursing under his breath every five seconds, loathing every second of cooking for me, but he does it because he's sweet. I can see him pushing me back to my seat if I tried to help.

The food, shockingly, would end up tasting amazing, I can imagine.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

I tug on his hand, lifting his knuckles to my lips. "Oh, yeah. It would be pretty great."

"Wanna know what else we'd do?"

My eyes bulge. "There'd be more?"

"Of course there would be. Who do you take me for?" Not a dating guy, but I'm obviously very wrong in saying that. He's seriously impressive, and I doubted him.

I inch closer, continuing to hold his hand close. "What else would we do?"

"Well, we'd talk and eat and watch some crappy movie." His lips twitch upwards as he watches the unsuspecting blush on my cheeks. "We can watch the second C.H.U.D."

Oh, not that damn movie. It's, like, the one film he's watched, so he references it all the freaking time. "You haven't watched it?" I assumed he would've watched the second as well as the first one, but he obviously hasn't.

"No, but we are gonna watch it."

I internally scream, hating that idea as the first one wasn't... great, but if it means spending time with him, I am absolutely fine with it. Besides, maybe we can chill more than watch the film. Netflix and Chill without the chill.

I nod slowly. "Okay."

"We'd wash the dishes together," he continues, talking about some hypothetical house and scenario we appear to be lost in.

"You would wash dishes?"

"Youtube, babe," he bites back, and I roll my eyes.

"Is Youtube really going to help with everything?"

He scoffs, taking his hand out of mine and resting it on the dip in my hip. "Not... everything." The suggestive tone behind his voice has me regretting asking that question in the first place, but I think somewhere in the back of my mind wanted to hear that response from him.

"On a first date?"

"When I get you into my bed, it won't be our first date, Sunny. This is our first date." And I will remember this first date for the rest of my life. He gave me disgusting coconut water and a mango that we still need to eat or I still need to eat.

"Is that what this is all aboutโ”€โ”€ you getting me into your bed?"

"No," he replies quickly. "I mean, yes, I want you in my bed, but only because I wanna sleep beside you and wake up to you every morning."

"Not for any other reason?"

He breathes out a laugh. "It sounds like you want to be in my bed for a different reason, Sunshine. What's the other reason?"

"Oh, shut up," I say, hitting my hand against his chest gently but it's like hitting a wall.

His hand presses into the dip in my waist and he drags me closer, our legs brushing together as I lean into him all over again. My hand flattens against his chest, our eyes meet, and our foreheads press together. He's warm, and I could happily fall asleep in his comfort tonight.

"On a serious note..."

"Ooh, serious. That's hot."

I exhale. "JJ."

"Sorry," he whispers, letting his hand slide around my back. "Go on."

"When we do get home, and we find ourselves... alone." My voice drops because I truly do have this fear that John B will be able to hear this conversation. "Well, I want you to know that I am ready for..." I pause, finding that I can't look at him as I say this. "...more."

It doesn't take long for him to realise what I mean by that. "Oh..." He squeezes my hip. "Hey. Look at me, Brooke." I sigh, lifting my head and meeting his gaze. "Are you sure?"

"I mean, we came pretty close to it on the dock..."

"We came, alright."

"JJ!" I smacked his arm, face red for a new reason now as I bury my head into his chest, needing to hide. "Oh, my God."

"Don't be embarrassed, Brooke. Come on."

"I swear, if we speak too loudly, John B will somehow hear and kill you," I breathe out, feeling very shy all of a sudden. "So never say that again, alright?"

He continues to rub soothing, gentle circles on my hip. "I really like you," he says, bringing me out of my shy state. I lift my head, our eyes clashing in a swarm of blue and brown. "Like, really, really like you, Sunny."

A faint smile touches my lips. "I really, really like you, JJ."

"My wish came true, you know?" My eyes widen as I look to him. "I got the girl."

Emotion swells in my throat. "I was your wish?"

"For nine years, Sunshine. Nine years."

A tear slides down my cheek as I bring myself into him, pressing my head into his chest, just listening to his heartbeat in my ear as it pounds softly but rapidly.

For nine years.

I was his wish for nine years, and he was mine.












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โ€ soph speaks

end of act two!!

two more acts to go (if i write act 4 lol)

we're going to see brooke & jj as a couple AH

thankyou so much for reading :)

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