oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?

You and JJ, the power duo, well except him and John B. The late night surfing, making him go to the beach with you even if it was freezing, you would never let him out of your sight to make sure he didn't make a bad choice, and he allowed it, because he enjoyed you being at his side at every second of every day

you made JJ flustered and you didn’t even know it.

and it was so subtle, too — always wanting to hold hands when you two ran over to the beach, how friendly. totally didn’t make him fidgety every four seconds while bouncing on his heels and draping a hand over his face to hide how much he was freaking out internally. Or how he would get butterflies in his stomach whenever you said his name, the way you just said it made his heart skip a beat.

but then those little cutesy happy thoughts became melancholic. you were just his one of his childhood best friends. nothing more, nothing less. there’s no way you’d ever be with him.**

“hey-,” JJ shoved his hands into his pockets of his baggy shorts, the sun hitting him right in the face. “you done? it’s been like, fifteen minutes …” he heavily exaggerated. He genuinely couldn’t keep it together. The wild thoughts of him and you together were ongoing for so long. You were too busy building a sandcastle and collecting seashells to even notice the boredom on his face*