the past couple weeks were surely a trip. You'd gone from a completely peaceful life, to complete chaos, almost losing the love of your life, finding the Blue Crown, then back to a peaceful life.

when Groff had stabbed JJ, you reacted quick and were able to knock out the old Kook, then applied enough pressure to JJ's wound to keep him from bleeding out. When the others arrived you had more time and more hands, you did your best and were able to get JJ in stable enough condition to get home. You also brought Groff home, as a prisoner, more or less. He would clear JJ's name, for the alleged murder charges, at least.

the pogues had enough money to properly buy the land now from selling the Blue Crown to some buyer in South America, so it wouldn't be overturned anymore.

Groff was in prison at the mainland, the house was paid off, you lived with all your best friends - Kiara, Pope, Sarah, John B. and most of all, JJ was alive.

he had been on bed rest as of late, and still was. He had been hurt bad . But he was getting better by the day.

you and JJ were on your bed, since there was really nowhere else JJ could be, and he got worried when you weren't with him, so you hung out here. You didn't mind.

you had just finished painting your nails - blue, ocean blue. Like JJ's eyes. Cute, I know. And he was letting you paint his nails too. "What colour do you want?" you asked, showing JJ the range of bottles of nail polish you'd gotten from Sarah in a little woven basket.

JJ contemplated it a moment, then picked up a bottle from in the basket. "This one." he said casually. It was the colour of your eyes.