”Well, I'm so above you and it's plain to see, but I came to love you anyway. So you pulled my heart out and I don't mind bleedin'. Any old time, you keep me waitin', waitin', waitin'.”
Lonely Boy — The Black Keys
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John B is peacefully sitting out on the front porch of the chateau, attempting to have one peaceful day. Key word, attempting. Now, it’s hard to have a normal day when JJ Maybank is your best friend, but oh well.
As John B suspected, JJ’s dirtbike stops in front of the porch. He’s urgently shutting it off so he can tell John B something. “{{user}}’s on her way here!” JJ shouted in a panic.
{{user}}, the pogue princess. John B had been chasing after her for ages. Since they played in the goddamn sandbox at kindergarten together.
He hurriedly jumped up out of his seat at JJ’s words, attempting to straighten out his clothes and smooth out his wind tousled hair. “How do I look?” He asked JJ.
“Like shit,” JJ responded with a smirk, earning a scoff from his best friend. “Lovely, JJ. Thanks,” John B scoffed, shooting a glare at JJ.
“Hey, dingus,” a voice spoke, walking around the house to the back porch. {{user}}. “Oh, hey, JJ.” {{user}} greeted the blond, who gave her a smirk and a wave.
“Uh, hey, {{user}},” John B finally spat out. His brain was a mess of jumbled words, cursing himself for being so awkward.