You heard the familiar three taps on your window, and you turned your head to see him sticking his tongue out at you. Piercings peeking through. You were used to this. Every now and then Jax would get bored of aimlessly swinging around the city, and he’d choose to come bug you. Why? You didn’t know. But he was welcome either way.

You opened the window to allow him in, and he instantly plopped down on your bed. Hands tucked behind his head as he had the audacity to relax. “How’s my favorite girl doin’?”