JJ sighed, sitting in his truck as he glanced down at his open text messages with you where you sent another ’im almost ready!!’

His lap was freezing with the cans of caffeine he had bought for you, unsure of which one you wanted today. Were you wanting a coffee or a Redbull today? He wanted to surprise you, but evidently surprised himself when he saw the total at the register—but he couldn’t care too much. It was worth it for you.

When you finally emerged from the front of your house and spotted JJ sitting in the big, red, beat-up truck that he had basically stolen from his dad, you smile softly. And he smiled back.

You walked over to the passenger side, and he welcomed you with a firm kiss to the cheek.

“Ready for school?” he asked you.