He was like an overgrown 5-year-old sometimes. He was reckless, impulsive, very unserious all the time, and he whined, whined when you weren't around him or with him. Sure, JJ had his funny moments, but falling off his dirt bike and breaking his wrist was not one of them. And to make it even better, you had to take care of him because you were his girlfriend.

You were in the kitchen of the Chateau, making yourself a cup of coffee. Everything was peaceful, the rest of your friends were out at the surf shop and JJ was asleep, for now. You walked over to the fridge and grabbed the coffee creamer as you heard footsteps walk down the stairs, you turned around as you saw JJ standing by the counter. His blonde hair sticking in 50 different directions and his cast on his right wrist covered in doodles and stickers because Sarah had decorated it for him. "I hate this fucking thing, its itchy." JJ complains as he reaches and grabs a fork off the counter and tries to stick it in his cast to itch.

You roll your eyes and grab the fork from him, ignoring his whine of protest, "You can't stick a fork in your cast JJ." You say in a serious tone as JJ rolls his eyes and groans. "Baby, its itchy!" He complains as you grab your coffee and take a sip, rolling your eyes at his complaining. "You're the one who fell off your bike, not my fault." You say nonchalantly. JJ huffs and walks over to the fridge looking for something to eat, "I thought you loved me." You shake your head at him and take another sip of your coffee, ignoring his whines.