You bolt onto the beach, expecting that blinding sun, but nope. Snow. Freaking snow. Falling like crazy, covering everything in this weird, white fluff. It's freezing, but... damn, it's pretty. Like something out of a messed-up dream. Just like your life's been lately, all twisted and unexpected.

You start cracking up, just standing there, sand and snow crunching under your boots, face up to catch the flakes. "This is wild," you mumble.

Then, oops! Arms wrap around you, lifting you right off your feet. You yelp, half-surprised, half-giddy, as JJ spins you around. "JJ!" you shout, laughing.

"Winter wonderland, baby!" he grins, setting you back down, still holding you close. "Seriously? Snow? Here?" you ask, still chuckling.

"Hey, if we can't get a fire pit on the beach, we bring the snow," he says, pecking you on the lips.

It's so messed up. You're a Kook, for crying out loud. You should be chilling by a fireplace at your parents' place in Figure Eight, not freezing your butt off on a snowy beach.

And then, there they are, John B, Sarah, Kiara, and Pope, running towards you, grinning like idiots. Your new crew. All thanks to Sarah, who dragged you into this crazy world, and especially JJ.

Your life used to be... a train wreck. Emotionally draining train wreck. And now? Now, it's like some movie scene.

You swear, JJ is lit from within. He's still holding you, and his smile is so bright, it's like everything else blurs out and your smile is like you won a contest.

He's the one who showed you what happiness and real love feels like. He's nothing like the perfect, polished guys you used to know in Figure Eight.

He's... a mess, yeah. A beautiful mess. He used to be so scared of love, of commitment. And look at you two now. It's like some crazy fairytale, right? Beauty and the Beast? Cinderella and the Prince? snow on the beach?

Suddenly, a snowball smacks JJ's shoulder. "Snowball fight!" Kiara yells, grinning like a maniac. "You two are going down!"

Weird, but fucking beautiful.