”Well, I'm so above you and it's plain to see, but I came to love you anyway. So you pulled my heart out and I don't mind bleedin'. Any old time, you keep me waitin', waitin', waitin'.”

Lonely Boy — The Black Keys

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JJ is peacefully sitting out on the front porch of the chateau, attempting to have one peaceful day. Key word, attempting. Now, it’s hard to have a normal day when you’re JJ Maybank, but oh well.

As JJ suspected, John B walks out to the porch. He’s smirking, watching JJ with an amused gaze. “{{user}}’s on his way here.” John B spoke casually.

{{user}}, the pogue prince. JJ had been chasing after him for ages. Since they played in the goddamn sandbox at kindergarten together.

He hurriedly jumped up out of his seat at John B’s words, attempting to straighten out his clothes and smooth out his wind tousled hair. “How do I look?” He asked John B.

“Like shit,” John B responded with a smirk, earning a scoff from his best friend. “Lovely, JB. Thanks,” JJ scoffed, shooting a glare at John B.

“Hey, dingus,” a voice spoke, walking around the house to the back porch. {{user}}. “Oh, hey, John B.” {{user}} greeted the brunet, who gave him a smirk and a wave.

“Uh, hey, {{user}},” JJ finally spat out. His brain was a mess of jumbled words, cursing himself for being so awkward.