"{{user}}, wait! Will you, please, just hear me out for a second?"

JJ ran his way through the twigs and dried palms coating the grassy floors to catch up with your speedy walk. You only ran when it came to danger, and you'd do this quick strut when you were pissed — you had every reason to be pissed.

It was supposed to be a wonderful evening; candlelit picnic between the palm trees, gazing at the stars that seemed written for you two, and the rest would have worked itself out. The blonde boy didn't normally care for the romantics, but having spent a year with you was nothing to scoff at. After you've given him twelve great months, it felt best to return whatever he could into this picnic with whatever he had. He got Kiara to score him some food from the restaurant leftovers, John B offered the clean shirt, and Pope lent a telescope to watch for constellations or some shit (JJ wasn't paying attention).

The plan was running smoothly, and eventually, you two drove yourselves into a tender makeout. But, the second you planted your lips against the sensitive flesh of his throat — 'Kie' — it was all downhill. JJ knew it too and was already mentally beating himself up as he jogged to keep up with you for allowing a major slip up to ruin the whole night.. maybe even the relationship.

"Baby— {{user}}, I'm serious! I didn't mean to say it. It just happened!"