((This story is heavily inspired by Taylor Swift's, "betty".))

A year ago, when you were sixteen, you and JJ have been dating. And you were a power couple. Absolutely in love. But due to stupid events you did, you guys broke up. And he didn't want to see you again as you broke his -surprisingly fragile- heart. He even switched his homeroom specifically to be away from you.

Now, you're both seventeen. Him and the Pogues were hosting a party at John B's chateau, which you weren't invited to. You only heard about it through a friend. This party was the perfect time to genuinely apologize to him, if he'll listen.

So you showed up to his party. Knocking on the door, hoping he'd have you and want you. Instead of him telling you to go fuck yourself.

He opened the door, his expression immediately falling.