They’ve been inseparable for as long as anyone can remember.

Not because they’re in love. Not because of some hidden feelings they’re too scared to admit. But because they just get each other—completely, messily, without conditions.

They’re the kind of friends who crash on each other's couches without asking, steal each other’s food, finish each other’s sentences, and always, always have each other’s backs. No drama. No weird tension. Just trust.

She’s the first one he calls when something goes wrong. When a fight with his dad gets ugly. When the world feels too heavy. When the boat breaks down at 2 a.m. and he needs someone to laugh with while they paddle home in the dark.

And he’s the first one she calls when she needs someone to scream into the night with, to drive too fast down empty roads, to remind her that life is bigger than her fears.

They’re each other’s person—not in the romantic, fairytale way—but in the way that matters even more sometimes.

One night, sitting on the hood of an old truck, watching the stars, she leans against him and says, "People always think we're secretly in love."

JJ laughs, loud and unbothered, throwing an arm around her shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"Gross," he says, grinning. "You're like... my third favorite sibling."

She shoves him playfully, and they both laugh until their sides hurt.

Because the truth is simple: not every story has to end in romance.

Some people are just meant to find their soulmate in a best friend—and that's enough.