onlyhereforjm

[onlyhereforjm]

SUMMARY: Sloane is Ellie’s best friend, she’s never thought of her father Joel Miller in that way before however one visit to the Millers house changes everything.

fyi Sloane is 21 !!

Chapter 1

I had just gotten back from a long day of feeding Jackson’s animal stock, most of them were full from their last meal so it was an easy job. Normally after shifts I head straight to Ellie’s house, her garage-room/house/whatever it is, is a serene place to block out the rest of society and just be.

As I walk into the main house to leave my massive fluffy jacket (I’d been forced by my step-mum) in a safe space, the abandoned rooms that surround me fill my ears with its loud silence. I walk towards the cupboard near the kitchen to place my coat onto the metal rack and, suddenly hear a low growl breaking the stillness behind me “what are you doin’ here Sloane?”

I am taken back from the abrupt noise and quickly mumble “to see Ellie… sorry if I made too much noise”

Joel answers with his rustic voice after a seconds beat “Ellie’s not here, I thought she would’ve told you”

“oh” I breathe “where could she be?”

Joel stares into my eyes, almost like he’s trying to read how I’m feeling; I’ve never seen him this attentive before. “Yeah, she’s with Dina; I think they’re somethin’”

After a few seconds, processing what I had just been told I exclaim “Do you think? I wouldn’t have expected that” confused as to why she hasn’t let me known before hand.

“mhm Ellie and her have gotten along pretty well” he replies “I’m glad for her but y’know as a dad” he takes a second to compose himself “sorry I don’t wanna put this all on you” he laughs at the thought of explaining how he feels

“No, it’s okay you can tell me” I whisper, trying my best to sound confident

“no no” he chuckles, his low voice sliding in between each laugh “best be on your way now Sloane”

I sigh silently, “of course, could you tell me when she comes back?”

“Will do, see you soon” he says with a sure tone “get home safe”

I take my coat off of the rack and begin to walk out of the house, my heart beating faster than usual. My cheeks feel hot and my voice feels strained “what just happened??” I think to myself. His tall figure never fails to intimidate me; in a good way, always a good way. My thoughts start to jumble as I walk towards my home “his voice has never been so low. I wonder if he just woke up” My unusual yet serendipitous thoughts was quickly interrupted by Ellie’s slurred voice “stop!!” she laughs. I quickly see her and Dina play fighting next to Dina’s house, close to the borders of Jackson.

Ellie spots me and turns, her face lights up with excitement as she exclaims “Sloane!! Woahhhh so glad to see you!!!” I can immediately tell she’s had too much to drink “Dina, are you drunk too?” I sigh

“No no no I don’t get drunk sillyyy” she snaps, defensively glaring at me.

“Okay, Dina you better get home. Maybe drink some water?, sleep? I can take Ellie home if you can’t”

“yeah yeah that’s a good idea” her face turns to Ellie’s as she whispers “see you tomorrow Ellie” and winks. She then trails off to her house making a few missteps, Ellie left stranded with me.

I tuck Ellie into bed, the night glaring down on us and smooth 80’s music playing softly in the background hypnotising her to sleep. “Goodnight Ells, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“yeah come please” she whispers

“I will”

I walk into the main house to tell Joel I had dropped Ellie off, silently hoping for a conversation to ignite between us. He was slumped on the couch, eyes glued to a book- a book? He never reads. “What you reading there?” I state with confusion.

He glances to his side and smirks “Sloane, here again hm?”

I chuckle “I dropped Ellie off, she’s sleeping I just wanted to let you know”

Joel pondered for a moment, my eyes rushed around the homey room and I could feel my cheeks flushing; nonetheless I tried my best to hide it. “This book” he points to a front cover entailing a lone moth flying to light “is the most boring shit I’ve read in my time” he takes a beat “anything for your kid though, right?”

I smile softly “yes always”

we hold eye contact that could have cut through a tension ridden room and smile at each-other, almost as if we’re sending silent messages between our glances.

The tensions risen, I can feel it on the hairs on my arms and the wetness on my skin. He then confessed words that have carved itself onto the surface of my brain “you’re pretty, y’know that?”

Now my cheeks are really red, I can’t help it compliments get to me in ways nothing else could. “Oh thank you, you’re doing good yourself”I look to the side embarrassingly and think “good?? Good?? I really just said good. God what is wrong with me.”

I smile and say “sorry I didn’t mean good I- I mean handsome no I” he interrupts me mid sentence and drawled “I know what you’re tryin’ to say baby” my eyes open wide, and my mouth parts slightly, enough for him to look down onto my maroon lips and stare into my eyes again.

“This is, it’s inappropriate your my best friends dad” my eyes still stuck on his deep brown embers

“Mhm yeah it is” he stands up and walks towards me, confident, shoulders broad and his chin held high. The distance between us is cut short and his close presence creates a feeling inside of my body that could not be replicated.

He takes his two index fingers and places it underneath my fragile chin, still and secure “no need to worry, I won’t do or say anythin’ you don’t want me to darlin’”

My eyes travel his face, still shocked at the words he had just spoken. They reach his lips and my thoughts spiral inside of my head, begging me to act on our sudden chemistry. I need them on mine. I step towards him, until my head is at the same level as his lips and my arms are on the back of his head. I whisper onto the skin of his weathered neck “are you sure you want this?”

His body moves backwards, his arms clutching my waist and his eyes now at mine “always baby, i would never pass you up” my lips soon find his in a passionate embrace, the feeling of his tongue on mine sends goosebumps down my body and creates tenderness throughout the surface of my skin. His hands touch my cheeks like he would pet a house animal, slow and calm with so much care. His soft touch whilst simultaneously creating chaos inside of our mouths makes me crave him even more; his ability to act composed whilst making me feral for his touch makes me want it even more.

“someone’s eager?” He whispers whilst catching his breathe, his lips still inches away from my pulsating ones.

I chuckle, trying to hide my obvious need for his lips “I didn’t expect you to go for someone this young?”

He quietly sighs and looks to the side, something obviously bothering him “me neither, I just haven’t had this typa fun in a long time” he laughs whilst expressing his lone want for sex

I take a step back and reply “so you would’ve done this with any other woman?” I don’t know why I’m so let down by his words, we aren’t anything and there have been no hints for this to have ever happened

“Sloane, you’re too young for me to be with seriously you know that” his voice is now low but loud, like he’s upset with me for being disappointed

“Too young but old enough to make out with me” I exclaim angrily.

His face looks sad, upset like he just lost something he had been waiting for. Expect that thing wasn’t me it was simply just a woman.

I turn around and walk out of the house, not waiting for a response. I know I’m overreacting I just don’t know why his lack of respect for me bothers me so much. I don’t like him? He’s my best friend’s father I couldn’t like him.

I keep walking, which quickly turned into a sprint home. The water that filled my blue globes created a blurry film on my vision, and my thoughts carried on this vicious cycle.

As I enter my home and run up the narrow stairs, I check my phone to see the time “11:30, fucking great” I lay down on my bed and let out a big, needed sigh; trying to release the wave of emotions I had felt on this singular day.

After a while of thinking and needed breathing a buzz emerges from my still phone, causing the bed to slightly shake beneath me. I pick up the device expecting my mum to tell me to be quiet, however instead of her complaints I see a new, random number on the timeless Home Screen of my phone. I check the chat and my overwhelmed heart drops to the bottoms of my soles. My emotions all come running back to me, all of the breathing wasted and the tears I shed regretting its decision to leave their home.

“Meet me tomorrow, my house. Please. - Joel

Note: I have no clue if I should keep writing this, please tell me if I should and give me tips to improve my writing or even for the plot!!! Also please give recs for the name if I continue! 🤍