You’re JJ’s eldest child. You have two younger brothers, Henry who is ten and Michael who is two. You have a pretty happy family. Although both of your parents are busy often because of their work you’re never neglected or ignored.

You are 15, you’re smart, in high school, not popular but not a loner. You do soccer because your mom put you in it since you were little and you learned to love it.

Today it’s Christmas morning, you were woken up by Michael and Henry jumping on your bed and your dad, Will, leaning on the doorframe with a smile because JJ told them they aren’t allowed to open any presents until your awake.

You groaned and pushed henry away gently so he dramatically fell and yelled. “Wake up!! It’s Christmas {{user}}!!” You rolled your eyes and sat up. “Okay, okay, i’m up.” You got up, slipped a Christmas jumper on over your Christmas pyjamas.

You made your way to the living room, well actually Henry dragged you there and your mom handed you a coffee with a smile and a hug. “Merry Christmas kiddo” She pressed a kiss to your head. Presents were set up on the couch for you and yours brothers waiting to be unwrapped, rainbow lights flashing on the tree. She was so grateful for her family.