hannah's pov

"jj," i finally breathed out, afraid that my own voice was about to fail me. "jj it's- it's john b and sarah. th- they're here. i'm with them."

"wha-" his voice faltered. "hannah if this is some sort of joke-"

"jj," i choked out.

"what are you talking about? what do you mean you're with john b and sarah? are you on drugs? where are you? are you home?" the boy began to ramble off questions.

"i- they- they're in," i heaved, "my house."

"no," jj said flatly over the line.

"i- what?" i said.

"no," he spoke again, "you're- you're messing me with me."

"jj i'm-" and suddenly the other end of the line went flat. he had hung up and i just stared at the screen as it only showed his contact, not sure of what to do now. there was a discomfort in my chest, and a feeling in my brain like excess caffeine. one more meltdown and it think i might just absolutely lose it.

before the panic could settle in however my phone rang again, his name appearing on the screen.

"put them on the phone," he demanded before i even got the chance to speak. in my frozen state i let out a shaky breath and closed my weary eyes. i grasped the doorknob, the cold metal sending a shiver up my already quivering arm.

i met three pairs of eyes in the kitchen as i rounded the corner, all staring at me intently as i placed the phone on the counter and hit the speaker button.

"hannah are you-"

"jj," john b finally spoke up, "it's- it's john b."

"and sarah," the girl beside him squeaked out.

the other end of the line was silent and no one made any sorts of movement in the kitchen as time seemed to freeze in that moment. i didn't know how long we all sat their, motionless, looking at each other, before someone spoke.

"jj, uh are you.. are you still there?" john b muttered.

"hannah," jj said quietly. all of the heads in the room turned to me as my heart began to beat more forcefully and my mouth went dry.

"yeah," i hesitated.

"who-" he paused and i could hear his shaky breath over the phone, "is it just you and um.. them there?"

"a-and my dad," i said.

"am i on speaker?" he asked quietly.

"yes."

"can you give the phone to," he began, and i could hear him swallow over the line before he continued, "to uh.. john b."

i looked up at the brunette boy in front of me who mimicked the same worried look i knew was on my face. my quivering hand reached down to pick up the device as i pressed the button off of speaker and handed it to john b.

"jj," john be mumbled.

suddenly all that was heard over the phone was incoherent screaming and the boy stood up immediately from his seat and quickly moved to the office, closing the door behind him.

sarah excused herself from the table and followed john b into the office. the second she opened the closed door, john b's loud voice could clearly be heard from my spot on the stool. the girl shut the door behind her and the yelling was drowned out as i put my forehead down on the counter.

"sweetie," my dad's voice surprised me and i jumped slightly in my seat, forgetting he was there.

"not right now dad," i sighed.

after about an hour, the two teens reappeared from outside of the office. it was evident by their red eyes and puffy faces that they had both been crying.

"m-mr harlyn?" sarah sniffled. "could you... could you please help us explain some things to him?"

"of course," my dad replied, walking with them into the office. they left the door open so i could still see them all standing there as my dad grabbed the phone out of the boys hand and brought it up to his ear.

as he began to speak to the boy over the line i realized this is the first time jj was 'meeting' my dad, or at least speaking to him for that matter. this was certainly not how i had pictured it to go a few weeks ago.

somehow during the time i had spent listening to their conversation i fell asleep balled up on the stool with my head resting on the cold countertop.

i woke up in my bed, slightly confused, before i assumed that someone had carried me up to my room. my phone was next to me on my bedside table, i grabbed it as it displayed to me that it was three in the morning. i huffed as i tossed my covers off, not wanting to attempt to fall back asleep.

i stalked slowly over to my bathroom, my hands out in front of me guiding my body through the dark. my fingers blindly felt against the wall in the bathroom until they found the light switch. i walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water in my face before looking at myself in the mirror. dear god i was a mess.

it looked like i hadn't slept in days from the dark circles that formed under my eyes. my nose was still red from sniffling so much and the redness that consumed my eyeballs made it look like i was extremely high.

that reminded me, i could really go for a blunt right now. i typically didn't smoke by myself but i thought now was a special enough occasion and i could use a little relaxation.

i sifted through my cluttered drawers as i tried to remember where i used to hide my joints, my memory foggy after the amount of time i'd spent away from home.

i finally brushed my fingers over a roll and plucked it out. i carefully walked out to the balcony that connected to my room and shut the door behind me. i sat down before lighting the blunt and taking a drag, enjoying the dark and quiet peacefulness.

after a few moments i heard the balcony door squeak open and i whipped my head around quickly.

"hey," the blonde girl whispered as she crept out hesitantly.

"hi," i replied, puzzled as to why sarah was coming out here, and at three in the morning for that matter. "what are you doing?"

"couldn't sleep," sarah sighed. "i wanted to check if you were awake...see if we could talk."

"about what?" i asked.

"well i just.. i haven't had a girl to talk to in so long," she mumbled.

"you wanna have girl talk?" i chuckled softly, "with me?"

"yeah," she smiled. "i also just want to get to know you. it's not everyday the pogues let a kook into their circle you know, you must be something special."

i smiled and scoffed at her words, "takes one to know one."

"you've heard a lot about me in the outer banks?" sarah inquired.

i nodded my head, "you know, i was even called your replacement at a time."

"no way," the girl giggled.

i went on to share a few things i had learned in the outer banks and told her a few stories from my time there. we spent almost an hour going back and forth, getting to know each other and laughing our asses off in the process.

"your telling me you got jj to go to midsummers with you?" sarah scoffed.

"yes," i hiccuped out, still giggling.

"you know he went last year right?"

"yeah mentioned that," i smiled, thinking back to when i had convinced him to be my date.

"caused quite the scene, that boy," she rolled her eyes.

i sighed as i began to think about all the fun things jj and i did together, and all the stories he told me about trouble he used to get himself into.

"i'm sorry i didn't mean to-" sarah began before i could cut her off.

"no no it's fine," i said, attempting to brush the sudden wave of sadness off. "i just.. i already miss him and it's only been a week. i don't know if things can ever go back to the way they were."

"i get that," sarah acknowledged, "i mean, me and john b have been living in uncertainty for the past year."

i nodded my head towards her, giving her an understanding look.

"i couldn't imagine my life without him," she smiled.

"you love him?" i asked softly.

"a lot," she replied.

i bit my lip as my mind circled back to when i had confessed my love to jj. i'm almost positive i heard him on the other side of the door and the fact that he didn't come out broke my heart.

"i think he loves you." she looked up to notice the confession on my face from her sudden statement. "jj i mean, i think he loves you."

"why would you say that," i chuckled, giving her a puzzled look. after all she just talked to him for the first time in a year, i don't think she could possibly come to that conclusion.

"the way he was talking about you to john b over the phone," she started. "i just have this like sixth sense of being able to tell when people are in love."

"i think you're crazy," i said. there was no way she could have imagined the hurt look on jj's face when i confessed the truth. i broke his trust and i didn't know if there was going to ever be a happy ending after that.

"well you love him," she quietly said, "i can sense that."

i just hummed in response as i looked out to see the littlest bit of morning light start to fill the night sky.

i wondered if she was right... if the blonde boy truly did love me. because if he did, if we loved each other, then i think things could be okay.

because if two people are meant to be together, eventually they'll find their way back.

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authors note:
i have an idea for a rafe fic... would anyone want that? i saw a bunch of people saying they were looking for some so lmk and maybe i'll start writing it once New Girl is done:)