NORTH STAR

you’ve known john b forever, and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. he was always there for you, like a ray of hope in this gray and complicated world. sure, you had JJ, pope, or kiara, but you weren’t as close to them as you were to john b.

had a bad day? you called john b. fought with your parents? you called john b. felt sick? you called john b. had your heart broken? john b made sure someone had their jaw broken.

he was always there when you needed him, and you were always there for him— no matter how stupid the thing he did was.

that night, you lay together on the roof of the chateau, watching the stars. it was the kind of communication where words weren’t needed to understand each other. you’d just lay there, side by side, staring at the starry sky.

“you know…” john b started, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes still fixed on the stars “if you were a star, you’d be the north star.”

“why?” you questioned softly, turning your gaze to him

“because whenever I get lost, you show me which way to go,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

but it was. to you, it definitely was.