#one of my really good friends texted me this after we hungout tonight

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why am i crying in the club rn

#one of my really good friends texted me this after we hungout tonight #oof my heart

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Friends Don’t Look at Friends That Way Pt2 (jj x reader)

Word Count: Around 1,300 (sorry!lol)

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, angst

Music Rec: One Way St. - Jhene Aiko (just a good song and is mentioned in the chapter :)

Part One

 Recap: “And with that JJ laid back again and you found yourself in his arms. It wasn’t right, but you could get used to the way it felt even though you wanted more.”

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It had been about a week since that night, but your head was still as clouded. JJ hadn’t called you once which was definitely not your style and it was beginning to worry you. Is he ok? Or maybe I was too forward?

Maybe he just doesn’t want to be around you anymore.

 You shook your head as a half-assed attempt to put a stop to the self-deprecating thoughts and instead focused on the music playing through your headphones as you came home from work, but that proved to be less than helpful. “Going the wrong way down a one way street.” Jhene couldn’t have said it better and frankly you felt like a semi carrying a shit ton of rejection and hurt was barreling towards you, no evidence of it slowing down and ready for a head on collision. Bracing before a crash, emotional or otherwise, had never been your specialty. You already felt like shit and you couldn’t imagine what would happen if he actually talked to you about it. You had never been one for confrontation, but he had left you on read for a week now and you were going nuts trying to figure out what you did. 

Your feet hit the pavement in a slow rhythm, but as you began to think about what he was doing (or not doing) your pace began to pick up. At this point you were angry, how could he be so childish?! You were just trying to talk to him and he didn’t even bother looking at the last message! That really hurt your feelings and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Fuck him then. Your shoes hit your colorful doormat as you entered your house prepared to look the hottest you had ever looked for the kegger tonight. Walking into the kitchen you quickly grabbed the bottle of vodka from your parents cabinet knowing that they wouldn’t miss it and marched up your stairs. One thing was for sure, you didn’t need JJ to have fun. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. 

Unfortunately JJ’s thoughts were just as scattered. It was only 2 in the afternoon and he had already begun pregaming for the celebration tonight, but then again it might have just been a happy coincidence. He stared at the texts you had sent him and all he could do is run a hand over his face only pausing to take a gulp of the beer in his hand. 

“wanna surf tom?” --read 8:02am

“????” --read 8:23pm

“you good?” --read 7:48am 

“just talk to me” --read 10:47am

“what did i do” -- delivered fri 4:30 

        read sun 10:23

Fuck. He didn’t want to hurt her so he kept his distance, yet he still managed to make her feel bad. Once again this proved to himself that he was just a walking disaster. He knew by Saturday night that if he didn’t back away now it would just get so much worse. John B. came home the morning after to JJ huddled in the blue sheets of his spare room, eyes rimmed with red and for once it wasn’t from smoking. After hauling him out of bed and forcing him to take a shower, John B. questioned him over breakfast that JJ had tried to refuse multiple times. A text from you lit up his screen, and his face immediately dropped. He was a fucking wreck and anyone who saw him could figure it out. He loved you.  There was no point in denying it now, especially to John B. A boy who spent years trying to convince his best friend that he was a good person who deserved a healthy, happy love. Needless to say, he still wasn’t successful despite his efforts.

“She makes you so happy dude, I mean we can all see it. You are so damn happy. She makes you do things that you would never think of doing and you love it….She...She makes you think before you act because you know that it would destroy her if anything happened to you. For once you actually give a shit about your future and that’s because of her!”

By this point John B. was almost yelling as he had no clue how else to get it through his head that you loved each other. 

Calming down he said, “ I mean really...is this what you want? Because you deserve better than this….She deserves better than this.”

Not a single muscle in his face moved when he stood up from the chair, the screech from the legs rubbing on the ground echoing as the sentence hung in the air. A part of JJ knew John B. was right, but ultimately he would never risk your happiness to make room for his own. 

“Thanks for the breakfast.”

Feet padding against the wooden floor, JJ made his exit right into the room he came from, no regard for what his best friend had said. With a huff John B. decided that this was a battle he’d fight another day and left to go see Sarah. When the door slammed shut, tears fell from JJ’s eyes. It’s ok if he thought he was stupid, at the end of the day JJ was doing what he thought would help you.

Night was approaching and you were ready as ever for tonight’s festivities to begin. Kie had come over and you were screaming the words to various songs as you guys got ready for the night. It didn’t take you long as you both were never huge fans of full glam looks, but could appreciate it on other people. As you checked yourself out in the mirror you couldn’t help but smile. You were all for body positivity, but you were never a super skinny girl and sometimes that made you insecure. But today. Today you loved the way your curves filled out your too short cut offs. Between that, Kie’s halter top, and the layered necklace that fell perfectly in the middle of the deep v neckline, you were irresistible. Kie grabbed your hand and pulled you downstairs as you headed out for the party.

The dull thumps from the speakers began to get louder as you guys approached in the car and before you knew it you were parked and ready to get out, fingers wrapped around the silver handle. This was a mistake. Although it was just a flash of trepidation, Kiara had seen it and asked, “(y/n), you ok?” and frankly you had no clue. Were you ok? I mean no you weren’t and you definitely wouldn’t be tonight, but did you need to worry her. The silence was answer enough for her and she studied your face. 

“We don’t have to go y’know. I’m ok with not going and I can just tell the guys we hungout all night?” 

“No, no it’s ok. It’s just...JJ hasn’t been talking to me lately and I don’t know why, but to be honest I think I do, but I don’t want to think that way.”

Kie stared at you waiting for you to continue with a slight nod to show she was listening. After a moment of hesitation, you turned your body so that your open back was no longer against the leather seat and your knees were pointed at her despite how small the car was. Even though you were facing her, your eyes refused to meet hers as you focused on chipping away at your nail polish while you spoke.

“I..I just...we had a moment last saturday. I mean I thought we did and I think I like him and...and I think he knows and is just avoiding me until he finds the right way to reject me. He just kept leaving me on read and I figured the best revenge was to look great tonight. But honestly, I guess I just wanted to make him realize that I can be more than a friend.”

Kie had had enough. JJ was acting like a dumbass and she wasn’t going to let him hurt her friend. You are the sweetest person that she knows and you deserved a guy who would give you the same effort that you always gave others. She began to smile as she started planning the rest of your night in her head and she was going to make sure you had the time of your life. She reached into the backseat and handed you the bottle you had snagged earlier and after spinning the top off you took your first of many shots that night. 

“You deserve to have a good night. Without JJ. Let’s fucking do this.”

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Part 3

Sorry to leave you guys on another cliffhanger I hate it when writers do it lol! But honestly thank you guys so much for all of the messages that you have sent me and all of the likes that you have left on part one. It was my first ever fanfic so it felt super good to see that you guys enjoyed it. I am going to start working on part 3 right after I post this, but idk if I will stop the story with that part. I’m new to this so let me know if you want to be on a taglist of if you have any requests for any character from any show. I’m not picky! Anyways love you all and I hope you’re staying safe. 

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank imagine #obx imagine #obx imagines

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So, I’ve been mia for a while. But for those of you who have kept in contact with me over the last several months or those who have tried and everyone who has messaged me with questions in between, I’m finally answering everything now. But first I want to thank everyone who has taken the time out to care and to be concerned with what’s going on with me. A lot has happened in the past year; and people have been asking about college, where I’m living, who I’m dating, what happened with jake. And this isn’t just directed to tumblr alone, I’ll be posting this to all social media that I’ve gotten comments from. So, a year ago this month, June 30th to be exact, I met Jake. I was at a summer event for the incoming class at UAH, I was with my friend Maci and we saw a cute group of frat boys; they were all in shorts and frat tshirts and chacos and looked like your typical cute college guys. But there was one, one guy out of the ordinary, one guy I was making fun of because it was 100+ degrees and there he was wearing khaki pants, a yeti tshirt, a backwards hat, and boots. He looked liked he was one of the country guys I went to school with and I thought he was an idiot for dressing like that when it was so hot, but I thought he was the cutest thing..His hair was messed up from where he put his hat on, he had a stupid water bottle sticking out of his back pocket, and every time I saw him laugh at his friends and he smiled I thought I was going to melt. Mind y’all, I was literally on week 1 of having my damn braces and my shirt was soaked from sweating. But my friend Maci wouldn’t let us go without me asking them to play volleyball with us, so I did, and they did. Now, one of the guys with Jake, his name is Tyler; I owe everything to Maci and Tyler. Maci is the one who pushed me to even talk to Jake, but Tyler is the one who talked Jake up and encouraged me. And sure enough Maci made me go up and ask Jake for his number before we left and he gave it to me, he actually gave it to me. Fast forward a few weeks and it was the first time we ever hungout after that, I was back at campus with my friend Cierra (she was dating a boy from the same fraternity) and me, her, jakes little brother in the fraternity and jake himself went out to eat, followed by a concert that night. That night my head was spinning, I had butterflies; for someone who had always been homeschooled and never had any freedom, it all came rushing at me. I was finally starting college and experiencing all of these things and I had this gorgeous frat boy?? It was unreal. Now we didn’t start dating right away, but within the first couple of weeks of school I started staying with him in the fraternity more and more and eventually I never went back home. Life was amazing. I was really in college, I was making all of these friends, I was going to real life college parties, and I had a college sweetheart. Jake was and is my best friend completely and totally. As far as college, It ended up being too much for me to handle, I didn’t have the support of my parents at the time, I was more focused on partying and working full time, so I failed everything. And currently I’m not in school but I plan on going back next fall. Following my leaving school, Jake and I continued living together. Jake, myself, and two roommates eventually signed a lease for our first apartment In december; no sooner did we all sign the lease we left for Colorado for Christmas break. Colorado was amazing, I felt closer to Jake’s sister in law than I ever had to my own sister. It was my first plane ride and my first major trip, and I will always cherish those memories with Jake and his family. It makes me excited for all of the many more trips we’ll go on together. Now, this all sounds amazing and perfect and a fairytale come true. But it wasn’t, and it’s not. Right now, Jake and I are not together, and it’s no one’s fault but my own. I moved back home in February and started going to a therapist (which I still go to). Jake and I had our problems, he has his faults, like never putting away laundry, or remembering to help clean, and not always being responsible..we were trying to live this grown up life and while we both wanted it neither of us were truly ready. I got irritated at his drinking, and that he tried to keep up with his friends or changed himself to fit in, he never saw that. He never saw how he changed, but he also still doesn’t see himself for who he is. He is genuine, and kind; he always knew which movies to put on for whatever mood I was in, he brought me my favorite treats, he took care of me, he loved me, God did he love me. People should have been lining up to be his friend, he makes amazing grades, better than I could ever live up to. He was a beyond amazing thrower for track, and he did so good his senior year. I never told him enough just how proud I am of him. What he’s going to school for is going to change peoples lives. He is that great of a person, I was so so lucky that I was able to call him mine.Talking about this in past tense kills me the more I go on. Jake had and has his faults, yes. But it was me that ruined our almost year together. It’s me that never communicated, and took my anger out on him, and got jealous because I was insecure, and accused him of cheating everyday, and picked fights just because I wanted to. It was me that didn’t show how much I loved him, it was me that hurt him, it was me that moved back home, it was me that ignored him, it was me that lost him. And while I’m sure he’s fine and doesn’t think twice about me I’m writing this, and I can’t shower without crying. I can’t sleep without a sleep aid or else I’ll wake up at night crying and in a sweat from another dream about him. I’m the psycho who won’t stop texting him because I’m terrified that if I never annoy him with another text then I will never hear from him again..I keep posting photos with him because he is the love of my life. I’m young, and my life isn’t over, I know that. And I know people keep telling me to move on, but the thing is I don’t want to. I’m 20 years old and I know who I want to grow with. He’s about to go off to grad school next year and I haven’t even made it through one semester of college; but his support is what I want. I want to follow him to grad school, I want to travel to all of the places we said we would. I want to fight about me never putting toilet paper on the roll, I want to argue about him never hanging up clothes, I want to argue over how something should be cooked. I want my life to be with him. Everyone posts about living with the love of their life eating cereal in bed on a sunday morning, I had that, and it is the most beautiful thing in the world. I know people think I’m crazy and pathetic by this point, they have to, but I honestly don’t care. Until he flat out says that he has moved on and is dating someone, or he doesn’t love me, then I’m going to continue to have hope. I’m going to keep the picture of us next to my bed. I’m going to keep wearing his patagonia and feel just a little closer to him. I’m going to keep posting the pictures. I’m going to keep praying that one day he will forgive me, that one day he’ll say he loves me again, that one day he will post a photo out of nowhere. He keeps saying he needs to be alone right now and I get that, I really do. And sometimes I go back and forth between ‘if he still loved me he would say it’ and ‘he just needs time’. If he needs time I’ll give it to him. I have an interview for a great preschool this week and hopefully I’ll get that and I can put all of my energy into that and when he’s ready he will come back to me. Timothy Jacob is one of the best people I have ever come to know and whether we end up together or not I count myself lucky to have gotten to be with him for the 8 months we were, I’m glad I got to know what someone truly loving you feels like. He gave me so much in such a limited amount of time. I will always love him, I will always regret losing him and hurting him. I will always want to be with him. He’s a person worth knowing. So that’s what I’m dealing with currently in my life. That is the past year of my life summed up. But tonight I’m actually going to delete him on facebook, and everything else. If he wanted to talk to me, he would. Or if he wanted me back, he would have told me. I’m not giving up hope on us because I know our story has not ended yet. But I am being realistic and accepting that right now, he just doesn’t want anything to do with me. And that’s my fault. I did that. It breaks my heart and I wish like hell things were different but they’re not and I have to deal with it. And me constantly messaging him is probably making things worse. For those of you who follow me on twitter you can continue to see updates there and for those of you who I’m closer to you can always text me for details.