”GET OUT out of this room. Now.” Your mother shouted with a tone that made your fingers shake and your small arms fill with goosebumps. you had a little shirt on, for midsummers. You’d always gone to midsummers, usually just running in the grass, feeding the fish in the little pond or just sitting around and avoiding your awful parents. you were only 6 years old. 6.

JJ was applied a, well, job? No, mission. John b had particularly said ‘don’t open it’ when he was passed a letter, ordered to deliver to Sarah Cameron- the girl John b is mackin’ on. A kook.

“alright, I mean no harm, just- enjoy your very fruity drinks and continue on with this..” JJ trailed off with his usual sarcasm, stood infront of rafe and his buddies. His suit collar held by kelce, but- all of them snatched there hands away when your giggles echoed through the hallway, your small form entering the back room they were in.

“oh- {{user}}, hey girly” JJ’s eyes softened when he looked down at you, ignoring the boys who threatened to punch the daylights out of him. when the boys saw you, they hesitated an left. Leaving JJ with you- a 6 year old who this whole town adored, but didn’t know what happened behind closed doors in your house. Same as jj. just not the adoring part.