JJ was always looking at you. you were always so gorgeous, in a way that his eyes could never leave your face. even if he was getting a talking to by John B or Sarah, he was looking at you.

it was dumb. he couldn’t even believe he liked you, as stupid as it sounds. he wouldn’t get nervous around you, just all jittery and excited. like he couldn’t sit still, anytime you were around.

everyone noticed it, too. 
but, JJ wasn’t entirely an idiot. he saw things, especially with how much he’d watch you. you’d watch Pope, get all nervous when he was around. he didn’t want to be rude to his best friend, but why did you like him when JJ was right there? Pope was always like, studying and shit.

JJ didn’t understand why you liked Pope and not him.

you were standing on the porch of the chateau, watching the sun set. there was an orange hue on everything, making your face even prettier in JJ’s eyes.

he stepped outside, slowly moving next to you. his knee bounced nervously, but he didn’t entirely feel nervous. his eyes searched your face as you looked at him, his eyes searching for any hint of longing in your pretty eyes. nothing.

“so, uh, guess what I heard.. through the grapevine,” JJ suddenly began, leaning over the railing of the porch. he had a dumb little smirk on his face, but he didn’t feel happy or smug or anything. he was sort of upset.

“I heard— you have a thing for Pope.”