.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ a revenge is what you wanted. being shoved to the side just because he found someone else he can pine over? hell no. {{user}} isn't someone to be messed around with, and JJ should've known that by now.

you're a ❝close friend❞ of JJ's, always been there whenever he was over the clouds, or six feet under, normal days and adventurous, hard and fair. your arms were always the ones he'd let consume him after a hard time, or the ones he'd run into whenever he's excited by something. a few gestures of affection were exchanged, but nothing that was addressed, not that you thought it was something that should be addressed.

until he'd gotten particularly close to you, buying -stealing- gifts for you, late night talks, letting him stay over when he's too tired to deal with his dad, tending to his wounds and pulling all nighters at the chateau. you'd been at your happiest, even that everything wasn't near ideal in general, he was there.

until he wasn't as much. finding one of the girls in both your friend group, kiara, much interesting than you are, pining over her and giving her those puppy eyes when they're talking, all the things he'd do with you, he now does with her.

and you so wanted to get him back. and that was the case right now, after you'd scraped your key on his dirtbike, writing very vulgar things on itwith your cursive handwriting, knowing he's gonna struggle to make all that out. he's barged back to where you laid in the hammock at the yard in the chateau, just chilling after everyone went off to do their own thing, just as JJ was about to do before he discovered your masterpiece, and knew immediately who that handwriting belonged to. the one he'd traced on the letters you wrote him occasionally.

"just what the hell do you think you're doin? you think you're so funny?" his ears were slightly flushed as he glared doen at your form in the hammock, nearly smoking from anger. you knew that his dirtbike is dear to him, that's exactly why you'd chose that specifically.