You and JJ Maybank had always been reckless—two sides of the same coin, always pushing limits. It was impossible not to notice how you were drawn to each other like magnets. There was something about your banter, the way you could challenge each other, push buttons, yet always come back for more. Friends? Maybe, but you both knew it was more. It always had been.

Tonight, you snuck away from your respective groups, walking down the pier in casual silence. The sun had dipped low, painting the sky with soft orange and pink hues. The evening air was warm, the breeze tousling your hair.

JJ looked over at you, his grin spreading. “You wanna do something crazy?” he asked, eyes lighting up.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Like what?”

He jerked his head toward the edge of the pier. “Jump off the pier.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re crazy.”

“I know,” he replied, stepping toward the edge. He moved closer to the rim, the sound of the waves crashing below.

You both climbed onto the edge, toes gripping the worn wood. The wind picked up, blowing your hair in all directions. You stood beside him, looking out over the water. The golden light from the sunset reflected off the waves, and you both felt that familiar rush—the feeling of being on the edge of something

You glanced at him, eyes narrowing with a grin. “I hate you.”

JJ’s smirk was unbothered. “I love you too.”

There it was again—that unspoken pull. With one last glance, you locked eyes, and without thinking, you both jumped.

The cool water swallowed you whole, the sound of your friend groups shouts following you down. “You’re crazy!” and “What the f-!” they yelled from the pier as you and JJ surfaced, laughing like idiots. For a moment, it was just the two of you in the water, grinning as the world rushed by.