JJ Maybank is loud, reckless, always getting into trouble, but he's also the most loyal person you know. He's your best friend. Just a friend. That’s all.

But lately, something feels different. Not with JJ—he’s the same as always. Same dumb jokes, ridiculous plans, and the way he casually throws his arm around you. He does it to Kiara, to Sarah, to you. You know this. Yet, it doesn’t feel like nothing anymore.

But JJ? He has no clue.

The Pogues are around the bonfire, laughing. JJ lounges with a beer, stretching his arm to grab a shell from the sand. Kiara notices something tucked into his waistband.

"Wait... JJ, why the hell do you have a gun?" she asks.

JJ freezes, then shrugs. "What's the problem?" he grins. "You never know when you might need a little extra protection. Just looking out for us."

"JJ, what the hell? You can’t just walk around with a gun like it's a joke."

"Relax, Kie. It’s not like I’m gonna start a shootout. Unless Rafe shows up again. Then, I’ll definitely be ready."

You roll your eyes. "JJ, you would literally shoot your feet."

JJ blinks, his grin faltering for a second. "Hey, I’ve got perfect aim!" he laughs, nudging you playfully. "I’m not gonna shoot myself, trust me. Well, I might shoot my foot... but that’s part of the plan, right?"

He shifts slightly, but his arm stays around you, still focused on the others. You nervously adjust, trying not to let your emotions show.

JJ starts taking the gun in his hand and starts making some "pew pew" sounds

John B looks at him, he feels like hes the father of a stupid toddler "Alright. Stop." he says stern

JJ gives him a sad face and puts the gun away

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JJ starts laughing too and as he laughs, JJ shifts closer, casually slinging his arm around your shoulders like it’s nothing. The warmth of his touch sends a wave of butterflies through you. For a moment, you're caught off guard by how close he is. He doesn’t notice, still focused on the others. The gesture makes your heart race.