That’s it. JJ had found his soulmate.

Here you were at the kegger on the beach, all beautiful hair and glimmering eyes in the firelight, with the body of a goddess, a t shirt with his favourite beer brand on it, cussing out Topper Thorton, his least favourite kook.

He walked over to his best friend John B and tapped his shoulder, pointing at you. “Who is that?”

“What, the girl yelling at Topper? She’s new here. I don’t know her name. She moved into the trailer park down by Barry’s,” John B explained.

You were a Pogue, obviously, living at the same trailer park as a notorious drug dealer.

“You gonna talk to her or should I?” John B asked, eyes on your ass in those little shorts.

“That right there is mine, don’t even think about it,” JJ replied, shoving past him and towards you.