Part of His World | Part One
Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader
Summary: Y/n was just trying to get out of town, running from her family and her past. When her dirt bike breaks down in Kildare, JJ Maybank swoops in to help her. Forced to stick around for a while, Y/n begins to fall in love with JJ and his tight-knit family of outcasts. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to leave OBX as she knows she must.
Word Count: 1154
Warning(s): just some insinuation of family issues, maybe violence
‘“Shit,” you muttered as you hit the brakes of the dirt bike and rolled to a stop.
You got off to inspect, lowering the kickstand. As you poked around the guts of the bike, you wished you had taken your bicycle instead. Seeing no smoke or leaking fluids, you were at a loss. Rising to stand with your hands on your hips, you wondered why you ever thought you would get very far. You inhaled a deep, steadying breath as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill.
“Shit, shit, shit!” you shouted as you kicked the rear tire of the dirt bike. Just as you reared your leg back for another swing, an old pickup truck rolled up and stopped on the opposite side of the road.
“Great, a dirty old perv coming to the rescue,” you mumbled as you steeled yourself, ready to tell the guy to shove off. Just as you raised your hand to wave him off, a young, blonde boy probably around 20 or 21 hopped out of the truck with his own hands up. You quickly dropped your arm to your side, fiddling with the hem of your shorts nervously.
“Woah, woah, woah,” the blonde called, holding up both hands as if to come in peace. “That’s a sick vintage you’re abusing. Ya’ need some help?”
“Um yeah, actually. It died a block back,” you said, scratching the back of your head in embarrassment.
The boy strode over, squatting down to examine the bike. Without a word, he began poking at it. You stood awkwardly, allowing the stranger to take a look. After a few silent moments, he spoke up. “You’ve got a hole in your crankcase - no oil in it. What year is this?”
“Dunno,” you replied. “It’s my brother’s.”
“Your brother let you take his bike out like this?” the boy scoffed.
“Was my brother’s,” you correct yourself. “He doesn’t have much use for it these days.”
The boy looks at the bike incredulously. “What a shame. I’d kill to ride this thing. Even in this condition, it’s sexier than my bike could ever be.”
You blushed a little. You had noticed the stranger’s good looks as soon as he exited his truck despite being confronted on the roadside. You laughed half-heartedly, not knowing what to say in response.
“I might have something back at the house to patch up that leak. You’ll need some new parts if you plan on taking this gal anywhere, though,” the boy offered.
You took a guarded step back. As much as you really needed to get out of town and help to do so, you weren’t so naive.
“No offense, but I don’t know you,” you stated, perhaps a bit too harshly.
The boy extended a hand, blurting out, “JJ.” When you didn’t take his hand, he added, “Maybank. JJ Maybank, friendly neighborhood dirt bike mechanic,” he said with a prize winning grin.
You shook his hand reluctantly. He seemed innocent enough. After a beat, JJ asked, “Now that we’re acquainted, y’ wanna help me lift this thing into the truck?”
You shrugged mentally, figuring you weren’t getting out of this predicament on your own. You toed the kickstand up and began wheeling the bike toward the truck, muttering, “Thanks.”
JJ jogged over to the truck to lower the tailgate, and the two of you lifted the bike into the bed. The bulge of his arm muscles did not go unnoticed by you.
About a mile down the road, JJ broke the silence in the truck. “You never told me your name, ya’ know.”
“Uh, Y/N,” you stated.
“Well, Y/N, why haven’t I seen you around here before?”
After a pause, you lied, “Uh, homeschooled. I don’t get out much.” You didn’t want to mention the fact that you were just passing through on your way to the mainland.
The rest of the ride to JJ’s house was quiet. He didn’t prod, picking up on how guarded you were. The trip was less than 10 minutes, all of which you stared out the window in contemplation of your next steps. You hadn’t given much thought to what you would do once you left. As soon as your dad’s truck turned off of your street that morning, you’d dragged your brother’s dirt bike out of the shed and taken the little bit of cash you knew he kept stashed in the mantle lockbox. Fifty miles later and you were broken down on the roadside.
A small, white house came into view as the truck slowed. JJ hopped out of the truck and you followed to help him get the bike down. You sat on a stool quietly as JJ cleaned and patched the damaged part. You watched as he seemed completely engrossed in his work, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration. He glanced up at you, smiling when he noticed your stare.
“Can you hand me that rag there?” he asked, pointing to the workbench behind you. You blinked and held it out, JJ’s greasy hand brushing yours as he reached for it. You recoiled at the spark you felt run up your arm.
JJ’s words didn’t give you much time to think about it. “It’ll take several hours for the patch to set before you can add any oil. I’ve got plans with my friends. You should join,” he proposed.
You didn’t have anywhere else to go, and this boy was nice enough. What could it hurt? “Sure, I just want to be able to hit the road before dark,” you said.
JJ grinned that prize winning grin again.
After JJ went inside to wash up, the two of you were on your way to what JJ referred to as “the chateau.” You weren’t too upset about this wrench in your plans. It was better you broke down in Kildare where someone who could help happened upon you than somewhere where you’d be stranded and vulnerable. You could use the next few hours to formulate the rest of your plan, or maybe you’d let go and try to enjoy the distraction of others near your age.
When you pulled up to what must be the chateau, JJ killed the engine and turned to you before getting out. “You don’t have to tell me the whole truth. I just want to know that you’re not in any danger… or that you’re not an ax murderer,” he said, trying to keep it somewhat light.
You gazed at his face for a moment. It was so genuine. You pushed down the pang of sadness that crept into the back of your mind. No one had shown you an ounce of kindness or concern since your brother had left eight months ago.
“I’ll be okay,” you said with a small smile.
JJ nodded, and you both got out of the truck and walked up to the chateau.
Thanks for reading my first-ever fic. I hope you liked it and follow for more!
More JJ coming soon. Maybe even a bit of Rafe.
