trouble

"TO BE CONTINUED?! Wait, so you're telling me that there's more of this stuff?" Marty says, reading the bright orange words from the rundown telly. She looks toward the rest of the pogies, all of them grinning and nodding knowingly.

'They seem like such good friends, I would hang out with them more, but I'm definitely intruding.' Marty chuckles, reaching for her phone and the end of the table.

She was still wearing JJ's crew neck, she loved the fabric and J didn't say anything. Besides, she didn't bother to take it off —unless JJ was the one that wanted it off.

"Hey, do you guys mind if I get your numbers?" Martha says shyly, opening her iPhone and going to her contacts. Her eyes flick to the redness at the top right corner —she needed to charge her phone soon, it's been a long day.

"I would love to," Kiara says, as she happily takes Martha's phone into her hands. "Done," she says, throwing a gleaming smile towards Martha's direction. She then hands the phone over to Pope. He finally saw her as a good person and could see her as a sister if she kept hanging out with the pogues. He grins at Marty, as he passes the phone to Johnny B —who was waiting impatiently and hastily grabs it out of Pope's hands. He was smiling like a child on Christmas as he typed his information into Martha's phone.

And finally, it made its way to JJ's possession. "Wow, seven percent, that's a risky game that you're playing McFly." He remarks, noting her battery percentage.

Marty leans up towards JJ's ear before loudly whispering, "well, it's a good thing I like taking risks." Her right-hand brushes against his, before pinching her phone between her pointer and thumb, "are you done yet?"

JJ's breath hitches in his throat as he turns to look at her. Their faces were inches apart, lips could easily press into each other if both parties wanted to. "No, not yet... princess." He mumbles the last part under his breath.

He smirks as he types something into the notes section and then plops the phone down on her left thigh, and then pats it down as if to secure it.

Usually, a boy's fingers on Marty's exposed thigh would've sent goosebumps throughout her body and a hot red blush on her cheeks, but ever since last night, she hates the feeling. And, she has to take so much courage to come up with the confidence to flirt with JJ, because in the back of her mind there's this fear. A fear that he may hurt her too.

She bites her tongue to stop herself from crying, and quickly grabs her phone, looking at the four new contacts from her four new friends...

4 new contacts:

cookie monster 💞🍪

hey-its pope-ward 🥺🖖🏾

johnnycakes b lookin good 😎

doc brown ⚡️🦋

She smiles at the contact names, automatically loving each and every one. JJ watches her eyes and grins when they sparkle with joy but then he frowns because she didn't read the note he made for her.

Her eyes flick up to see the time and they widen at the sight. "Oh shit! It's one in the morning already?!" She exclaims, jolting up from her seat on the couch. The fishnet long sleeve swayed in from the sudden movement —and for a moment, JJ noticed it looked like the fabric was torn.

"Thanks for letting me hang with you guys, but my dad's going to kill me if I'm not home!" Marty stumbles her way around the cozy clutter and the coffee table and walks to the front door.

"Wait! Lemme give you a ride," JJ says, quickly getting up from his comfortable place and jogging to Marty, who was almost out on the porch.

"Oh no, it's fine, I like walking," Marty says, nonchalantly, as she walks out into the humid night.

"Marty Mcfly!" JJ yells, grabbing Marty's wrist as gently as he can without disturbing or hurting it. "You think I'm just gonna let a pretty babe, like you, walk home barefoot at one in the mornin'? If your dad doesn't kill you because of your stupidity, I definitely will."

"Yeah, I guess I am a stupid girl," she mumbles, her lips quivering as she shivers from the cold breeze. Tears form in her eyes and her breath becomes quick. Memories of the hazy night before and the awful and terrifying aftermath of this morning cloud her brain.

"M, I didn't mean it like that," J says, pulling her wrist toward him as he wraps her shaking body into a warm embrace. She instinctively wraps her arms around the blond's clothed torso, clutching the grey muscle tee that laid perfectly on his back. She presses her head into his chest as he embraces her harder, placing his head on top of hers.

JJ's head fills with worry and anger, he wanted to ask who did this to her, cause the Martha Holland he met last night was different from the broken one in front of him.

But instead, he plays it safe.

"You're not stupid, Marty. You could never be, and whoever told you that is wrong. Very wrong." He lifts his left hand and starts to comb it through her hair, trying to calm down the shaking.

"Fuck," he grunts, pulling back his body in order to grab her delicate face. Her arms fell back to her sides, her eyes were red and puffy, and all she wanted to do was tell him the truth.

"You're way smarter than me, that's for sure." He jokes, trying to lighten the mood, wiping away her tears at the same time.

She smiles and chuckles lightly before replying, "everyone's smarter than you."

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AFTER JJ COMFORTED MARTHA, she allowed him to drive her home on his dirt bike. She wasn't scared of it, she rode countless of them back home and during her past vacations to Outer Banks, but she did get a little nervous with JJ's bike.

It looked old, and it could explode at any point in time, but JJ explained to her that's the thrill of it. And after all, he thought that she liked taking risks.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his torso —the thin and flowing muscle tee fabric made it really easy to feel his abs.

JJ didn't have helmets so her hair was flying in the cold night wind, it felt exhilarating.

The pair soon find themselves in front of the Hollands' vacation home. It wasn't as big as Sarah Cameron's place but it was very nice and relatively big compared to the houses on the cut.

"Woah, nice house," JJ mumbles, as he kicks his kickstand out.

Marty sighs, before humbly agreeing with him. She gets off the bike and stands in front of JJ. "Hey, um," mumbles before leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on JJ's cheek, "thanks for tonight, it was fun."

"Oh, um y-yeah, no, yeah, it was great. We should definitely do it again sometime." JJ stumbles with his words because he became flustered so quickly.

Marty blushes before nodding. "I'll see you soon, alright?"

"Oh, absolutely," he exclaims, kicking his kickstand in and revving the engine before taking off back the way he came.

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MARTY FINALLY FINDS A WINDOW that was accidentally left open and climbs through it, trying not to make any sound as she makes her way past the living room to her bedroom up the stairs.

But, quickly, she finds out that she was completely wrong. The window was purposely left open, she made a sound, and someone was waiting for her in the living room.

"Martha Jane, where the hell have you been?!" Her father, Chris Holland sits before her on the leather chair.

"Dad, did you get the text I sent this morning? I slept over Nicki's and then spent the entire day with her. It's been such a long time since we"—

—"Enough, I understand. But what I don't understand is what were you doing with the dirty-looking kid with the bike? He looks like trouble." He interrupts. He saw them just now, and he didn't like the kid. He dressed like a hoodlum.

"Dad, you know it's bad to judge people based on looks." Martha comments, disagreeing with her father's words.

"I know, darling, I know. I just have an instinct is all. And all I want is the best for my girl," He says, putting down his scotch and hugs Marty.

"Thanks, Dad, but you don't have to worry he's just a friend, I promise." She says, pulling away from the embrace and patting her father on the shoulder.

He looks down at his daughter with a proud and all-knowing smile, "Okay, Maryjane, go on, go to bed. And get a good sleep because we're having brunch at Cameron's tomorrow."

"Oh, great. Um, do you know if all the Camerons are going to be there? Even Rafe?" She asks calmly, even though on the inside she is freaking the fuck out.

"Yeah, that college dropout dipshit has nothing better to do anyway," her dad sighs, picking up his scotch and sipping it. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious, that's all. Night, dad." She says reassuringly, before heading upstairs to her room.

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PRETTY SOON MARTHA WAS DRESSED IN HER white silky pajama set with her skin routine completed. Her eyes were red and puffy considering she cried in her shower for an hour or so. Her phone was charging as she opened up iMessage to text three people. 

nicki minaj 😈💋

text me when you're here

here

new message: hey, i have to tell you something

it's v important

cookie monster 💞🍪

new message: hey queen, it's martha!

i wanna thank you for making me feel welcome today,

you guys seem like great friends, and that popcorn was to die for.

and umm earlier i heard you talking about the restaurant

your family owns, is there an opening for a waitress or host?

doc brown ⚡️🦋

new message: ayo wassup doc? baby mcfly here.

earlier you mentioned that you worked at Oakland Inn,

could you possibly hook me up with a job there?

and thanks for tonight

i don't like crying in front of others

but you do give out great hugs.

and we should ride together more often. ;):)