JJ was sleeping over at your house again to get away from his dad. Your parent's didn't mind, they liked JJ and thought he was good for you. A hardworking and sweet boy.

Your window was open, letting the slightly chilly ocean air flow through You were cuddled up with him on your bed with pink bedding. A bed that JJ could always fall asleep in within minutes.

You guys were just friends of course, friends since you were kids when you were still a Pogue, before your mom remarried and you had moved. But you never lost touch with him, he was your best friend.

He took a hit of the blunt you two had been sharing, "I really like you y'know?"