you and jj had been dating for a couple years, and your family loved him. they took him in as their own; so much so that he had been invited to your cousin’s wedding.

you and jj spent weeks searching for an outift that matched. your cousin’s colour scheme (so what you couldnt wear) was red and green, so you chose blue to wear. you’d scoured every corner of the internet, even going into the town to find a nice dress and suit.

eventually, you’d found what you were looking for. jj already found what he was wearing months in advance, and finally you’d found the perfect dress.

soon enough, you were at the wedding. you’d cried like a baby. seeing the girl you’d spent hours making mud cakes with as children, to gossiping aboht boys as teenagers to now, when she was finally getting married. god it was all just overwhelming.

then your favourite part came; the dancing. they played some good songs, like blink-182 or the killers. you’d danced at every song, belted every lyric. your feet hurt but that didnt matter, you were too busy having fun.

jj didnt dance, it wasnt really his thing. so he sat to the side with a few other guys having a beer and joking around. then he saw you; dancing and singing, the biggest smile on your face.