book 2 of 4
on the outside, looking in, bianca prescott was back to who everyone knew her as- kook princess, island royalty, who couldn't give less of a fuck about the pogues like they were poo on her jimmy choo's.
but bianca had a hit list. just...
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There was no shortage of hushed reassurances and nonsensical giggles between both Bianca and JJ. Giddiness pervaded the air as their fingertips danced across each other's heated skin and tangled within their hair, exchanging soft kisses.
They swapped positions, JJ having situated himself on the ceramic vanity while Bianca stood between his legs with a deadly metal weapon in her hand.
JJ reared his head back, causing Bianca to narrow her eyes pointedly at him, "JJ," She warned. "Come on, you gotta keep still."
"B," The boy whined, shuffling back on the countertop, away from her. "Ow-" He suddenly gasped, whirling around to face the mirror. "I'm bleeding!"
"You're not bleeding," Bianca rolled her eyes, lowering the tweezers to shoot him a deadpan look. Somehow, she convinced him to let her do his eyebrows with the equipment in her makeup bag, which wasn't that surprising considering the boy would practically let her do anything to him at this point, "Quit being a baby."
"I'm not being a baby. It hurts," JJ murmured but his complaints were only to mask the warmth blooming deep within his chest.
He glanced at Bianca between his legs and melted. He never had anyone to bandage his wounds, tell him to take his vitamins, and take care of him. He was so used to doing everything by himself. It felt nice in a weird way to have someone else on his side— like he mattered somehow.
Bianca simply took ahold of his cheek and turned him back to face her, "I'm almost done," She mumbled. "Promise."
Bianca felt JJ's hands drawing patterns against her waist, barely picking up on unsurmountable adoration that poured from behind the boy's eyes. He couldn't sit still in one place for too long, a sort of nervousness growing within him.
"Chicks have to do this every few weeks?" JJ blinked through the tears brimming his waterline.
"Mhm," Bianca hummed distractedly, tilting his chin down so she could get closer. She raised the tweezers back up to his eyebrows and JJ winced in preparation for the sting, "But you get used to the pain after a while."
"Used to it?!" JJ scoffed, inhaling sharply as she drew the metal contraption away from his face.
"Have to," She shrugged. "You wouldn't like me if I had a monobrow."
JJ frowned, "Yes, I would," He protested softly.
Sure, all the glitz and glamour was nice when Bianca got dressed up before going out but JJ never really cared about all that Kooky bullshit. To him, it didn't matter how she looked. She would always be the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on.
