You hated him, and he hated you right back. The only problem? Your best friends are his best friends. So you tolerated eachother… to an extent.

Your friends were sick of the arguing that would happen each time they tried to hang out with you both, so they made a plan. They stranded you both on a broken boat, no way for you to leave until they came back for you, which would only happen if you made up.

JJ sat against a wall, a blunt between his lips and a lighter in his hands.