If there was anyone in the world that could give you some serious, longterm tips on how to lose the girl, JJ Maybank had the answers. After many merciless nights breaking tourons' hearts and evading the ever-so-frequent hook-ups with other randoms...
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐉𝐉
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Harvey Dunweather only had one child, but he raised three. Over the last eight years or so, he'd grown so accustomed to setting two more plates at the dinner table. He cleared out the backseat of his truck so it could fit two more hooligans on the way home from school. He worked more hours to buy extra food. He fought, tooth and nail, to protect those three kids like his life depended on it. But there were certain things nothing could mend―like death, something he had not yet learned to deal with himself after the loss of his best friend. Like abuse, and the laws which prevented justice from being served. Harvey knew how to fix a lot of things―cars, boats, a microwave, a fallen tree, a ten ton load of concrete―but there were certain things he couldn't fix.
His coffee mug was burning the side of his hand as he glanced up from it, his head tilted in the direction of the cracked door just down the hallway where his daughter's room was. Then, his footsteps were taking him down the short hall, smiling at the blue, little foam stickers that still held on for dear life from when Ronni 'decorated the house with them' back when she was little. The white house was silent, save for the now-working AC blowing through the house, and when Harvey cracked open the door to Ronni's bedroom, peaking his head inside, he felt a little piece of his heart mend.
The small bedroom was not large enough for five people, but the queen bed managed to fit three of them with only a small squeeze. Ronni was in the middle, her bun looking like it had a couple rounds with a bird, and to either side of her were JJ and Kie. The sight itself almost made him laugh, seeing Kie smothering Ronni with half of her body while Ronni laid right up against JJ's chest. It's a wonder the boy hadn't been pushed off the side of the bed by them, but the secured arm he had around Ronni's waist might have been the reason he hadn't broken Pope's face in just yet.
The other two boys were on the floor just below. Pillows and blankets were thrown haphazardly all over the carpet floor, Pope and John B laying in between her bed and her dresser opposite ways, JB's foot only an inch away from going into Pope's nose if he wasn't careful. One or both of the boys could have easily fit on the couch in the living room, there was plenty of space, but Harvey had seen them yesterday. Whatever happened, they all wanted to be close to one another. He assumed it must have had something to do with his ex-wife. He couldn't fix everything, but maybe they could fix each other.
Not even thirty minutes after Harvey left the house to go to work did all hell break loose. Ronni rolled over further into Kie, making the brunette grumble and shove her friend off her, inadvertently pushing JJ away from Ronni and sending him off the side of the bed. JJ landed directly on Pope, who shot up with a loud groan when his gut was smashed in, masked by JJ's yelp of pain at the impact of his shoulder clipping John B's knee. In an instant, all three boys were a heaping mess of distressed sounds on the ground as they all shoved one another.
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"Shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep," Ronni grumbled, pulling a pillow out from under her and throwing it blindly down at the ground. She'd ended up hitting John B upside the back of the head, making him scowl and throw it back instantly, accidentally hitting Kie and sending her up real quick to glare at him.
Pope winced, finally free of JJ's legs and rolling his neck free of the pain. "What the hell happened?"
"Ronni pushed me off the fucking bed," JJ hissed, pushing himself up slightly to glare at the messy head of the girl in question.
Ronni's eyes shot open, meeting Kie's annoyed gaze. "You fell off, dipshit. Not my fault."
"He's just jealous I'm the one in bed with you," Kie scoffed out.
"It's fine. He has Pope now."
"C'mere baby," was heard from the ground and then the obnoxious sounds of kissing from JJ as he wrangled in Pope to land one on his cheek. "See, I can replace you too, V."
She stuck her middle finger off the side of the bed to be sure that he could see it, then she let out a loud groan and forced herself up. John B had gone back to sleep, which explained why he was unresponsive to their bickering. She threw her legs over past Pope, sliding in between his and JJ's bodies and shooting JJ a glare when he smirked and grabbed her calf, tugging gently to try and trip her. The only justifiable response she had was to keep walking, pulling on his weight enough to drag him a few centimeters with her.
"Where'reyougoin'?" slurred out of John B's mouth when she stepped past him and accidentally knocked into his arm.
She glanced down at him, JJ still latched to her leg like a child. "Gonna see if Dad left."
"He left thirty minutes ago," Pope groaned out, still clutching his ribs where JJ's knee hit on the way down. "I heard his truck start up."
Ronni sighed and twisted around, hopping on one leg for a moment when JJ kept hold of her. Then she landed back down on the bed, Kie letting out a sound when the mattress bounced on impact. For the next ten minutes, it was a waiting game to see which one of them was going to get up first. Unsurprisingly, John B let out a groan before yawning and pushing himself up. On his way, he shoved JJ, forcing him up next.
"Come on. We need to go test out the drone," John B said, wincing and rolling the kink out of his neck. "V, you need better carpet."
Ronni opened one eye to glare at JB. "Oh yeah. I'll add that to the list right after the hot tub and built-in seat warmers, JB."
"Thanks. I appreciate it. Pope, get up. We need your brain."
"That's all I'm good for to you guys," Pope grumbled, but he was up next, leaving the three boys to stare at the two girls laying in the bed half-asleep. Then they shared a glance, grinning to themselves, and John B glanced around the room to find what he was looking for. A water bottle sat off to the side JJ had grabbed last night, and he expertly grabbed it and opened the lid without crinkling the plastic.
JJ grinned and watched as John B flung the rest of the water at the two of them, both girls shooting up instantly with shrieks at the cold water attacking their skin. Then, they set their sights on the boys. Kie was scrambling out of the bed faster that Ronni, John B and Pope darting quickly out the door. Ronni launched herself up just as JJ tried to sprint out of the room, only getting so far before he felt a strong hand latch onto the tank top he wore, jerking him back.
"Oh no you don't―"
Ronni was taken by surprise when JJ quickly rounded back, her grip on his cut-off navy tank top being pulled away. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth in confusion just in time for JJ to grab a fistful of the baggy t-shirt she had on her, kissing her unannounced. She kissed back instantly as he urged her backwards, guiding her back to her bedroom. When she nearly tripped over her own feet being half asleep, she separated from JJ, him still urging her back as he chased after her lips again.
