beeline towards the van came to a halt just out of earshot from where she stood. tongue swiped between lips, hands shaken out in preparation.
“ okay jj be cool just—” rehearsed aloud to himself. “hey kie. no. too casual. how about —-kie you know i’ve waited my whole life for you to.. no.
𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 ╱ 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙖𝙜
gentle nod was given at his promise to meet her back at the van in ten, half cocked smile all but fading as he turned tail and ran at the possibility.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨？
she thought to herself, turning on her heel and making her way to their meeting place despite the internal battle ➜
ʙᴀɴᴅɪᴛ.
her subtle invitation was met with a much more blatant reaction from himself, unable to conceal the cogs turning in the back of his mind as he dramatically craned neck back and forth between her and the twinkie twice over.
“ oh you mean , like right now? ”
𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 ╱ 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙖𝙜
in truth, the subtlety of his attempts should not have been lost on her.. the gentle touch of his palms and finger tips to her hip, the near intoxicated way he watched her speak.. if it had been anyone else, perhaps she would have seen it for what it was..
but it wasn't just anyone else.. it was ➜
ʙᴀɴᴅɪᴛ.
jj was never capable of subtly. it was in his nature to go all or nothing, walking the fickle tightrope of wrecklessness with his ‘nothing to lose attitude’. except for when it came to kie, when it came to her he had 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to lose.
𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 ╱ 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙖𝙜
come morning, she'd blame the way she hung onto every word on the liquor that coursed through her blood. if asked, she'd blame the way she lingered a little too close to him on impaired reflexes from the smoke that had filled her lungs.. and if confronted, she'd blame the way her free hand now ➜
ʙᴀɴᴅɪᴛ.
“ you know, hook me up with some other kook. preferably one without seltzer soaked clothes. ”
