Before you could even walk and talk, you knew the name JJ Maybank. How could you not? He’s been your best friend since diapers.

Growing up together was never a problem with each other. Learning to ride bikes together went to surfing and driving.

Over the seventeen years of knowing each other, something changed once you guys hit fifteen.

You guys were always close and touchy with each other but the past two years have been different from previous.

More staring, more physical contact, more playful flirting.

Maybe it was just you that notice it. The Pogues knew the moment they saw you two napping in the hammock at the Chateau, limbs tangled with arms slung around waists. All cozied up.

A sound of a motorcycle pulled up. You didn’t care, you were suntanning in the hammock.

“Hey, mama.” a familiar voice spoke up. There was JJ Maybank in all his glory with his messy blonde hair and boyish grin.

He took his hat off and plopped it lazily on your head. “Scoot over, let me spend time with my favorite girl.”