the night was humid, and the stars were scattered across the sky as you were laying nestled against John B's chest in the bed of his old truck, parked outside the chateau. a blanket was spread out beneath the two of you. he passed you the joint, his arm was tucked around your waist to pull you closer against him. the gentle smell of the saltwater and pine lingered in the breeze, mixing with the much stronger smell of weed.

this was what you two considered a date night.

you took a drag, and let the smoke trail out as you looked up at him. he was smiling, and there was more softness in his gaze than normal. "you know,” he murmured, resting his head against yours, “I could get used to this. just you an' me… all the time.” his fingers were tracing slow circles on your side through the fabric of your shirt.

"maybe a dog." he continued, his voice soft as he gazed back up at the stars above the two of you. “or.. y'know," he looked back down at you, a slight nervousness to his voice. "maybe a couple of kids running around someday... or kid.” he spoke quietly, a little shy, like he wasn’t sure how much he should say. he was pretty high. but, so were you. the two of you probably shouldnt have smoked the weed JJ, of all people, had given to you.

“I know im getting ahead of myself--” he added, which was true. you guys were only 17. his gaze flicked down to meet yours again, "but just imagine it… you, me, the ocean, and a little chaos of our own. not including everyone else." he confirmed, "a life for us." he murmured

his hand found yours, and he squeezed it gently. he grabbed the joint, taking another hit from it. he had thought about this more than he would ever admit, even to you.