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give a little: chapter six (college!jj maybank x oc)

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pairing: jj maybank x oc

synopsis: jj takes care of charlie after a fight. he suggests they get high but it takes a turn for the worse.

warnings: weed, angst at the end, mentions of violence, drinking, swearing, explicit mentions of sex, all characters are 21+

wordcount: 2.9k

a/n: big thank you to @jiaraendgame for helping me touch up this chapter!!

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Charlie let out a sheepish laugh. “I, um, hit Rafe.” JJ shook his head, grinning proudly. “Punched Rafe,” he corrected. Kiara’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit.” Charlie gasped as she tried to flex her fingers, tears welling up again. JJ took her hand gently and moved it to his lap, holding the ice on it for her. “Keep it still, Charlie, you’re gonna hurt yourself more,” he admonished gently.

The other three Pogues exchanged not-so-subtle glances at JJ’s gentle nature. Charlie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in pain, leaning her head into JJ’s shoulder. Pope broke the silence, blurting out. “So are you two a thing?” John B sighed as Kiara put her fingers to her temples, rubbing them. “Real subtle, Pope,” John B said. Charlie laughed softly, lifting her head. “I mean. We’ve been hanging out.” JJ’s face fell slightly and he shrugged, trying to brush it off. “No need to put labels on everything, Pope. Charlie, let’s go to my room, I think I have something that can help you more than the ice.” Charlie nodded and got up, following him out of the room.

While the Pogues fought among themselves and kept speculating about JJ and Charlie’s ‘relationship,’ JJ turned on some music on his phone to drown out any sound from them. Charlie stood awkwardly in the center of the room, holding her hand. JJ gestured to the bed. “Don’t act shy now, Walker, you’ve slept in my bed before,” he teased. She blushed and took a seat on the bed. “Right, sorry. So do you have ibuprofen or something…?”

JJ shook his head. “Nope, I have better.” He pulled out a small box from his dresser, along with a lighter. “You ever smoked before, Walker?” Charlie shook her head. “I don’t like cigarettes.” He laughed and sat next to her, then pulled out a joint. “Not what I meant.” Charlie wrinkled her nose slightly. “I’ve taken hits from a juul, does that count?” JJ rolled his eyes and lit the joint, then took a deep inhale. “You’ll like it. Promise.” Charlie watched as he exhaled a long trail of smoke, winding up to the ceiling.

He extended the joint between his fingers and Charlie instantly fumbled it, dropping it onto her bare leg. “Shit!” JJ reached over and grabbed it quickly, then moved the bag of frozen peas to the spot on her leg before it could leave a mark. “Watch out, Charlie, you’re gonna burn yourself!” He lit the joint again and gave it to her again, not letting go until she had a grip on it. She copied JJ, inhaling deeply, then immediately held it out away from her and started coughing. He took it back from her and rubbed her back a couple times, biting back a smirk. “Careful, rookie.”

She stuck out her tongue at him, reaching out for the joint. “Let me try again.” He held it just out of her reach. “No. Breathe first.” Charlie took a few deep breaths, watching him again as he took a hit. JJ passed the joint back, then watched her carefully. “In, slowly, wait, then out,” he coached. Charlie coughed a little again, then passed it back. “I don’t know. It feels weird, it burns.” JJ frowned, then got up and took the now-melting bag of peas from her. “I’m gonna put this away, I'll be right back.” Before he left, he grabbed a small bag from his drawer and tossed it to her. Inside were about ten gummies.

Charlie opened the bag and took a sniff, then ate two. Then another. JJ came back in just as she popped the third in her mouth and he paused. “Walker…” She glanced up. “Huh? This candy is good.” His eyes widened and he grabbed the bag away from her. “Oh, fuck. These are edibles, Charlie, how many did you eat?!” Charlie looked like she was about to cry. “...Three?” JJ’s jaw dropped. “Three?!” He exclaimed, slapping his palm to his forehead. “Is that bad?!” Charlie asked back, taken aback at his reaction. JJ just stuck his head out of the door and called out. “John B, Kie, Pope, get in here!”

At the sound, Kie got up the fastest, the other boys following close behind. “What’s wrong, JJ?” Kiara asked and JJ stepped back, letting them in the room. JJ spoke through a grimace, trying not to freak Charlie out. “Charlie accidentally ate three edibles. And she’s never been high before. So I need your help.” John B let out a low whistle. Charlie shook her head. “It’s okay, guys, I hardly feel anything.” Kie nodded slowly and sat next to Charlie on the bed. “Right. Why don’t you just lay down, Charlie? How’s the hand?”

Charlie laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. She lifted her hand, her knuckles now swollen and her thumb a blossoming shade of purple. “It feels...floaty. From the ice, I’m sure.” Pope laughed. “Yeah. The ice, that’s all.” Charlie laid her hand back down. “JJ?”

“What, Walker?” He asked. “Am I gonna die?” She asked, looking nervous.” JJ laughed, her question easing the tension. “No one’s ever died from being high, Walker, you’re fine.” Pope shook his head. “I mean, statistically, you can’t really prove that no one has ever-” The other three Pogues shot him all a glare. “Shut up, Pope!” John B said in exasperation. Charlie waved her hand in dismissal, still staring up at the fan. “It’s okay. Tell my parents I love them. Jamie too. JJ, you can take my job at the ice cream shop. Free ice cream for all you guys, for life.”

Kiara laughed and laid back with her. “That’s nice of you. Who’s Jamie?” JJ came over and laid back on the other side of Charlie and held her free hand. “Jamie's my little brother. He’s eleven.”

“Yeah?” Kiara replied, amused.

“Yeah. He kept making fun of me and you after the other day, Maybank.” Charlie told JJ.

John B grinned. “What was the other day?”

Charlie scowled. “When JJ wouldn’t make a damn move and kiss me.”

JJ put his hand over Charlie’s mouth. “Quit talking, Walker.”

She licked his hand and he pulled it back quickly. “Gross!”

Charlie looked smug. “It’s okay to be shy, Maybank.”

Pope laughed and JJ bit back a snarky reply, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not getting you high again if you’re gonna be so loose-lipped,” he grumbled. “You know what, you guys can leave, I got this handled.”

“No!” Charlie insisted, sitting up and putting pressure on her hand. She gasped and JJ took it from her, kissing her knuckles gently. “I like your friends,” she sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her free hand. “My friends are annoying,” JJ replied, shaking his head. Kiara laughed. “Don’t listen to him, he loves us.” Pope looked at Charlie, curious. “So..how did this fight start anyway?” Charlie wrinkled her nose. “He was being rude to JJ, and then JJ was prob’ly gonna hit him and I didn’t want to cause a scene at the country club. But...then he spit in my face, on accident maybe? So I hit him. I didn’t mean to.”

“Hold on, he spit in your face?” John B asked incredulously.

JJ nodded in confirmation. “It wasn’t an accident. I think he meant to spit in mine but I stepped back and she stepped forward. Either way, I’m gonna murder him next time I see him.”

Charlie frowned. “No, I hate fighting, don’t do that. He’s not a bad person, he’s just done bad things.”

Kiara looked at her skeptically. “...Which makes him a bad person. Don’t defend him, Charlie.”

Charlie shrugged and looked down at her lap. “Habit, I guess.”

JJ put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Does your hand feel any better? It’s been a while...the edibles will probably kick in soon.”

Charlie let out a dramatic sigh, as if the thought had just re-occurred to her. She stared at her hand, watching the growing purple bruise swirl with the gold of her rings before her eyes. JJ reached out and waved his hand gently in front of her. “Hello? Earth to Charlie?” It sounded like there was radio static in her ears. She flinched. “Huh?” He laughed and tilted her chin up with a finger. “You feeling it, Walker?” Charlie frowned. “Feeling what? What am I supposed to be feeling?” JJ grimaced. “I was worried about this. Why don’t we go for a walk, okay?”

Charlie looked down at her feet, like it took all the concentration in the world, and tried lifting her leg. She looked anxiously toward JJ. “I think I’m concreted in.” Kiara laughed a little before standing up, offering her hand. “Let’s get up, Charlie, go walk with JJ. You’ll feel better.”

It took JJ, John B, and Pope all tugging at Charlie - carefully, because of her hand - to convince her that her legs and arms weren’t actually cemented onto the bed. JJ finally got her outside and the two walked at a snail’s pace, Charlie leaning into JJ. They only made it to the hammock before JJ had enough and settled her in, gently cuddling in next to her. “Do you think my thumb is really broken?” Charlie asked, then squeezed her thumb. It was getting more swollen by the minute, and her touch made tears spring to her eyes. “Probably just sprained, Walker, but don’t touch it.” He shifted so she could lay her head back on his chest. Charlie frowned, tears leaking from her eyes. “I don’t wanna go to jail, JJ!”

JJ laughed, playing with her hair. “Why are you gonna go to jail, pretty girl?” Charlie sighed. “Because this is very illegal and they’re going to find out. The po...the police. And then I’m never gonna be able to scoop ice cream again, because my thumb is gonna fall off, and I’ll be doomed to a life of no ice cream.” JJ grinned. “No one’s going to find out, pretty girl, I won’t tell them. Our secret. But I’ll sneak you ice cream if you go to jail.”

Charlie turned to look up at JJ. “They’re going to send me to jail for punching Rafe. I don’t know why I did it. I got scared.”

“Well if you didn’t hit him, I certainly would have taken care of him for you...wait, what?” JJ’s brow furrowed and he paused, his hand threaded through her hair. “You’re scared of him?”

Charlie nodded. “He yelled a lot when we dated. And he would fight people all the time. He’s scary.” She looked back out at the Chateau, a small frown on her face. “JJ, I don’t like being high.”

JJ wrapped both arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. She ran a finger down the veins on his forearm. “I won’t make you do it again. You also did it wrong...but we’ll worry about that later.” He paused. “He never hit you. Right?”

Charlie hesitated before answering. “No. He didn’t. He’s just scary.”

JJ nodded, unconvinced. “Okay. Let’s take a nap, Charlie, you’ll feel better soon.”

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After a long nap with JJ in the hammock, Charlie came down from her high. She was convinced she reeked of weed (she didn’t, the joint was only out for five minutes before she had the edibles), so he dropped her off at Grace’s house so she could spend the night without worrying. JJ pulled up to Grace’s house and checked her hand for her, concerned. “You need to ice that again. And maybe get a splint if you can find one.” Charlie nodded. “Thanks for helping me.”

“Anytime, Walker.” JJ said, then leaned in to kiss her cheek. Charlie turned her head and caught his lips with hers at the last moment, leaning across the center console. JJ brought his hand up to the back of her head, pulling her in closer. The two kept kissing until he bumped his knee on the steering wheel, setting off the horn, and they jumped apart.

He looked up to see Grace standing on her front porch, arms crossed. He gave her a sheepish wave, ducking his head. “You should probably go..” Charlie blushed and bit her lip. “I’m going to be in trouble with her.” JJ kept his eyes trained on her lips and reached over and brushed his thumb across them. “Don’t bite your lip like that.” Charlie smirked and lowered her voice. “Why, you like it?” He groaned, shifting in his seat. “Get out, Walker.” She laughed and got out, but turned and blew him a kiss before shutting the door. He watched her until she disappeared into Grace’s house, then let his head fall back against the headrest. “God damn,” he murmured to himself, then drove away.

The smile left Charlie’s face the second Grace grabbed her hand inside the house. Charlie gasped, yanking her hand away. “Shit, Grace, careful!” Grace frowned. “What the hell happened?!” Charlie hesitated. “Surfing accident.” Grace crossed her arms. “Bullshit, Charlie, don’t lie to me. Your hair is dry and you’re wearing a dress.”

Charlie sighed and went up to Grace’s room, shut the door, then turned to her friend and explained the whole story. Including the fake boyfriend plan. Grace had a skeptical look on her face the entire time. “You really expect to pull this off with JJ and then to go back to school, no sweat off your back?” Charlie shrugged. “Well, yeah, why not? He’s down.” Grace rolled her eyes. “And you can tell me seriously there’s no feelings involved? After you just made out with him in my driveway?” Charlie paused, and Grace pointed her finger accusingly. “Break it off.”

Charlie frowned. “Look, you should have seen him this afternoon, he wouldn’t leave my side.”

Grace threw her hands up in exasperation. “Yeah, because he probably felt guilty because it’s his fault your hand is fucked up!”

“It’s not his fault!” Charlie exclaimed. Her phone, sitting on the bed, lit up, three texts from JJ displayed on her screen.

Grace grabbed it before Charlie could and scanned the flirty messages, shaking her head. “You’re gonna get hurt and I’m not going to feel sorry for you. I warned you about him, Charlie.”

Charlie shook her head insistently. “I swear, he’s not like that. Just let me play out this thing with Rafe and then we’ll go back to ignoring each other at school.” Grace raised her eyebrows. “He doesn’t ignore you.” Charlie paused. “What do you mean?”

Grace sighed. “For god’s sake, you’re oblivious. That boy glances at you at every damn party like he’s checking to make sure no one touches you. Do you not remember, freshman year, he brought you back to the dorms when you were blacked out for the first time?” Charlie tilted her head, brows furrowing. “I...no. I just remember drinking at Beta then waking up in my dorm bed.” Grace nodded. “I don’t know why. But after that he’s always been around. You don’t even see half the guys he redirects away from flirting with you.” Charlie crossed her arms. “Oh. Huh. So why are you so against this?”

Grace gave her friend a look, softening her tone. “Because I see that you’re falling, and I’m not letting you start senior year with a broken heart. You let people in too easily.”

Charlie stood, grabbing her phone and her purse. “Maybe if you actually let people in, you wouldn’t have to complain about getting fucked over after only having one-night stands.” She retorted.

Grace’s face turned to stone. “Get out,” she spat angrily.

Charlie immediately looked regretful. “Grace, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it -”

Grace cut her off. “I know. But I don’t want to look at you right now. Go sleep in the guest room.”

Charlie let out a small sigh of relief and left, retreating to the guest room. She texted JJ.

Charlie: did you help me freshman year?

JJ: What do you mean

Charlie: when I blacked out

JJ: Yes, I got you back to Columbia Hall and then stayed up with you while you threw up like half your stomach

JJ: Why

Charlie: no reason just curious

Charlie: we should have a third rule

JJ: What’s the third rule

Charlie: we end this before going back to school

Three dots popped up instantly, like JJ was typing, then disappeared. Then reappeared. Then disappeared and reappeared again. After an agonizing twenty minutes later, he responded.

JJ: Fine

She set her phone down and lied back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as she thought. A couple hours later, she knocked gently on Grace’s door and let herself in. Grace raised her eyebrows, arms crossed. “You here to apologize?” Charlie frowned. “I’m really sorry Grace, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re right.” Grace nodded. “About?”

Charlie relented. “About JJ. It’s probably not going to end well.” Grace sighed and patted the bed next to her. “Yeah. But I think the plan’s probably effective to piss Rafe off. Just keep him at an arm’s distance and keep your damn feelings out of it, and then end it before the summer ends.” Charlie quirked her eyebrow. “You think I can do that?” Grace shrugged. “Probably not. But I’ll keep you in check. No feelings.” Charlie nodded slowly as she thought about it. “No feelings,” she repeated. “Easy.”

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