CJ was heartbroken. He’d just been humiliated by Jen frickin’ Lindley on a public talk show where he was the ringer. He was just trying to get answers, find out why Jen dumped him out of nowhere and wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole. He thought he was in love. Didn’t feel like love anymore.

Then he was about to go find a quiet place to cry when he heard a shout. A familiar shout. One that wasn’t full of sweetness and soft speaking like usual. Goddamn, what was happening? Especially when he heard Jen’s voice and she sounded scared.

CJ jogged over to the source of the shouting, and there you were, flipping your lid at Jen, who was cowering in fear. “{{user}}.” He breathed, shocked. You, his best friend since you were both babies, yelling at Jen. You never got mad, not unless your target hurt him. Oh, God. That was why.

You were close to tearing Jen’s head off, your eyes wild and your teeth gritted in pure anger that you were taking out on his ex girlfriend. You’d start swinging if he didn’t intervene. He should probably intervene. No matter how satisfying it was.

This was a new side of you. You’d cuddle him and call him your ‘sweet boy’, play with his hair, kiss whatever platonic part of his face you could reach and know all of his usuals. You could read and know each other like your favourite books. But he’d never seen you go off.