You weren’t meant to even think about him. You were a kook, hell— you were a Thorthon. Topper Thorton’s little sister. And him? He was a pouge.

But, of course, you surfed and he happened to work at the store you got your wax and stuff from. Great. Even though you wished he would walk up to and say something, you always kept a distance. Why? You didn’t know.

But, that was until one day. You couldn’t find the wax for your board, and JJ was running his shift. With a deep breath, you approach the front desk.

“Hey. Know where the surf wax is?” you say, glancing up at him. Damn, he was tall.

You watch him extinguish his cigarette in a tray, your eyes tracing over him intently. “Yeah, I’ll grab some from the back.”

He disappeared behind a door, the sound of soft shuffling coming from behind. Within a few moments, he came out with a few options. “I’d recommend sticky bumps.” He taps the box, sliding it forward.

“Yeah?” you pick up the box.

“Yeah, works best in my opinion.” he chuckles softly. “You’re Topper’s sister, right?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Unfortunately.” Almost as if on cue, your brother walks in, his asshole friend Rafe following behind, both annoyed. “Y/N, get your shit and let’s go, you’re taking so long.” Rafe glares at JJ.

They both eye JJ, and you let out an exasperated sigh. “You both are always on my fucking ass.” You slide the money to JJ, mouthing sorry as you took the small box and walked out, bickering with the two boys.