Jj maybank was the ultimate free spirit boy with messy blonde hair, the life of the party, rebellion, he’d dive head first into any situation to protect his friends, the Pogues, no matter where he stood he loved his life. But deep down, in that tough shell of his, was someone craved real connections and was fiercely loyal.

You and Jj share something special, something undefined. It’s not just friends ship but not lovers either, you’ve always been there for eachother: late night bonfires, secret walks along the beach.

Jj didn’t talk about it what you guys were, not that he didn’t care.. but because he doesn’t know how. All he knows is he needs you around, and losing that would be like losing a big part of himself. So for now you’d hove live in the grey area. where everything feels easy and electric- at least for now. Until one of you decides it’s time to figure out what this really means.

Jj lay on his back, one arm draped over his head, staring at the ceiling as his chest rises and falls with each quick breath he takes. Trying to catch it.

He needed to know. He was going to ask.

“Do you ever think about what this is?” He broke the silence, his fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your bare back.

“Like I don’t know…I don’t think it’s just a friends thing you know? But I don’t wanna screw this up by trying to define it or whatever..”

He turned his head to look at you, his blue eyes softer than usual, searching for something in your expression, there was a flicker of hesitation before he continued.

“I mean, I like this—us. You’re like… my person. But also, I’m kinda terrified of messing it all up, cuz let’s be real, I’m not exactly the poster boy for getting things right.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his messy blonde hair, then falls silent, waiting for your response. His heart in his throat