JJ Maybank imagines

lets run away

let's run away: after a fight with your parents, you call jj for comfort and he suggests skipping town for an indefinite amount of time.
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this was requested<3
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"I don't get why you act like this, Y/n!" My mother shouted as we stood across from one another, the kitchen table between us, "Why can't you just act right!?"

"Act right!?" I screamed back, "How do you expect me to act right when my dad is in prison for smuggling drugs and my mom is using me to get free painkillers!?"

She quickly paced around the kitchen table and grabbed onto my arm, "Now you listen here, don't talk about something you don't underst—"

"Don't even finish that sentence," I yanked my arm away and stepped back a few feet, "Keep it up and you'll be locked up just like dad. You're pathetic." As I walked down the hall I heard her following me so I picked up my pace, trying to get to my room before she could grab me again.

"I am your mother and you will do as I say!" She scolded. I rolled my eyes and slipped into my room, slamming my door shut right in her face, "Open this door!"

"No!" I denied and twisted the lock, "I'm done letting you use me!"

"Well what else are you good for!?" I'd be lying if I said her words didn't stab me in the chest. My parents only had a kid so they could claim me on their taxes, meaning they would get more in return when tax returns came back. It started with my two older brothers, then after they turned eighteen and they could no longer claim them, they had me.

"Fuck you!" I kicked the door, "Fuck you! Fuck you!" My voice got angrier each time my foot would collide with the wooden door. I thought for sure I'd send a hole through it but thankfully it held steady.

"You're a pathetic excuse of a daughter!" Was the last thing my mother said before I heard her walk down the hall and away from my bedroom door.

My hand rested on my chest as I took deep breathes, trying my best to not let her words get to me, but they were. So I did the only thing I knew would help. I called JJ.

"Hey, it's late, what's wrong?" His voice made the tears I was holding in fall down my face and no matter how hard I tried to suck them back up, they continued to fall.

"My f-fucking mom is a-a piece of shit." I stuttered and held the phone right in my hand as it pressed against my ear, "C-can you come g-get me? Ple-please?" Each time I would try to speak my body would gasp for air, a panic attack threatening to surface.

"Hold tight, baby, be there in ten." I dropped the phone and watched as the call ended. All I had to do was suck it up for ten more minutes, then I'd be with my person. So I let myself cry silently in my room, knowing if my mother heard me she would probably break my door down.

I checked the time and saw JJ would be here any minute so I plotted my escape, lifting my window open as quietly as I could and let my body slip out of it. When the window was closed I snuck around the house, avoiding any window I could, and ran down the sidewalk. Thankfully JJ was smart enough to park down the block, since this wasn't the first time this has happened.

"JJ," I exhaled when I saw him standing next to the Twinkie and pushed my feet to run faster towards him. The second I felt his arms around me I let myself break down.

"Hey, baby, hey, hey," He whispered and pulled away so he could cup my face in his hands, "Breathe,"

I nodded my head and tried catching my breathe as his fingers ran through my hair. He walked me around to the passenger door and opened it for me, ushering me to sit down. After that he rushed to the drivers side and hopped in.

"She kept screaming at me for not listening to her," I wiped the tears from my face, we both sat sideways in the seats so we could face each other, "I can't fucking take it anymore, JJ, she uses me. She's a taker, all she does is take from me and I have nothing fucking left."

"That's not true," His hands rested on my thighs, "You've got me and all of us, we're not going anywhere." He promised.

"But what if you guys leave me one day?" My voice was soft-spoken and fragile, worry lacing my words.

"Don't say that," He said, "Don't ever say that. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I am never leaving you." I let myself fall forward and the top of my head rested against his chest as I held my face in my hands, "Let's go to the chateau for the night."

"Okay." I sat back up in my seat and watched my house slowly disappear behind us. I didn't live far from John B, so in ten short minutes we were pulling into the driveway and exiting the van. JJ and I walked around the front of the vehicle and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as we walked.

"John B and Sarah are sleeping," JJ whispered and opened the front door quietly as we stepped inside and went straight to the extra bedroom, "I have clothes you can wear in my duffel bag." He grabbed the bag and sat it onto the bed, throwing out some shirts and a t-shirt of his.

"Thank you," I quickly changed and threw the duffel bag back onto the floor before crawling under the comforter, JJ joining, "Will you play with my hair or scratch my back?" I asked.

"How about both?" He smiled softly and I returned it. We laid towards each other and i nuzzled my head into his chest. As one of his hands ran through my hair, the other glided up and down my back, comforting me, "I don't ever want you to think I'd leave you."

"I'm always scared of the 'what if's', Jay." I replied quietly, looking up at him, "What if you wake up one day and don't love me anymore? What if my family problems become too much for you to handle? What if—"

"What if, what if, what if," He repeated, "Here's something I can tell you with complete certainty." He paused and held the bottom of my chin gently, "I am going to marry you and love you for the rest of our lives. We're going to make our own little family and never think about the people who raised us. We're not them."

"You mean that?" I questioned.

"Every word," He leaned towards me and placed a kiss onto my forehead, "We could just run away and never look back."

"We don't have any money." I chuckled. As he turned to lay on his back I rested my head onto his chest, enjoying the rhythm of his breathing, it brought me comfort.

"We'd figure it out," I felt him shrug, "As long as I've got you, baby. I don't need fancy cars, flashy clothes, or a mansion of a house."

"Let's run away," I said confidently, "Anywhere, I don't care. Me and you." I looked up to him and saw his lips forming a closed-mouth smile, "We can get out of this piece of shit town and never look back."

"Yeah?" He asked, pulling my body closer to his, "We're going on an adventure, baby."

"An adventure, indeed." That night JJ and I laid in bed for hours talking about the possibilities of running away. All the places we could see and things we could experience. I'd go anywhere with him, he's my home.

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Made the ending open for the possibility of a part two if someone wants to come up with one ;)