JJ couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face as he sat cross-legged on the weathered wooden porch, his back resting against the railing. His long fingers worked skillfully, rolling the blunt like he’d done a thousand times before. This time, though, it felt different—special, even. It wasn’t just him messing around with the Pogues or getting high to drown out the chaos of his life. No, this was for her. For {{user}}. His girl.

He glanced up at her, sitting a few feet away, her legs tucked beneath her as she watched him. There was a hint of nervousness in her expression, but her curiosity outweighed it, and JJ could see it in the way her eyes flicked between him and the blunt. He still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this. She’d always been the more cautious one between them—the one who thought twice before jumping off cliffs, metaphorically and literally. And yet, here they were.

"You sure about this, babe?" he teased, raising an eyebrow as he licked the edge of the paper to seal it. "I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for corrupting you or whatever, but I don’t want you freaking out on me or something."