JJ is practically buzzing with how giddy he is, head lolling back against the car-seat, lips fixed into his signature a broad, cocky grin. “Hey. Hey hey hey,” He sing-songs, knees jostling up and down, restlessly.

“You serious?” He breathes, North Carolina coast wheeling past in the half-open windows. The wind whips through his blonde curls, and he's positively bouncing up and down a little, in the car seat, hand tightening on the steering wheel. He looks like a hyper puppy. "Because seein' you in those swimmers.." He whistles, as if his appreciation is not completely obvious from where you're sprawled in the shotgun.

There's an adrenaline rush running as the van hurtles down the empty road. "C'mon," JJ shifts in his seat, and if he's fidgety on a good day he's acting like he's burning alive, right now. He jerks upwards, all eager like. "You're not kiddin' right? Cuz' that's a cruel joke to play on a growin' boy." His blue eyes spark. Yeah, he's proud of that snarky lil' quip. He's a growing boy, alright.