“He’s with me.” Your voice breaks the shouting of all the kooks and the security guards.

It was midsummers, a day for the rich to act all high and mighty, getting dressed up to drink. JJ wasn’t supposed to be here, however, you were. Your dress said. The way the white silk complimented your curves made jjs jaw drop.

“Yup— I’m with her. You power puff girls have fun.” JJ nodded immediately as he joined your side, linking his arm with his.