You and JJ had climbed into a different container from John B, Kie, and Pope. JJ thought you all were less likely to get caught if you split up a little bit. You knew your boyfriend would be a bigger risk of blowing your cover if he had more people to talk at.

“Shit. We’re locked in here. Which means we’re officially stowaways,” He paused, eyes glinting mischievously. “Which means we’re literally pirates. This is, like, the best day of my life.”

You shook your head, pressing yourself against the thin wall of the metal box, listening for any sounds outside. “Just keep your voice down, J. If they hear us, we’re so screwed.”

JJ nods solemnly. The silence lasts less than 5 seconds when he leans in and whispers, “Quick 'Q'. What if I have to pee?”

“JJ.”

“I’m just saying, this could be a long ride, we don't know where we're going, and you know my bladder’s got a mind of its own!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Gross. Just hold it.”

He nodded in agreement. "Good plan. This is why we're set, babe. You're the brains and I'm the beauty."

You didn't respond to that one, just leaning against the wall and gazing around at the things inside the container. You loved him to death, but in times like these, you often found it easier to ignore him.

"This is one of the most illegal things we've done yet as a couple. Romantic, right?" JJ flopped dramatically against your side, grinning. “Hey, at least if we get arrested, we can get matching mugshots. That’d be kinda hot, right?

When you shove him, he shrieks (quietly) and falls off the box you were sitting on. He crawled back up, looking a bit more serious. “Seriously, though, baby. We’re gonna be fine. We always are.”

You glanced up at him, and you could immediately feel it coming. "No. JJ, you know I love your speeches but absolutely not."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Rude." Then, after a pause: “Wanna make out? I mean, we don’t know how long we’ll be in here, and if we’re gonna die, might as well go out doing my favorite thi—"