JJ laid comfortably with his head in your lap, joint between his fingers that you’d been consistently passing back and forth. You both watch the sun set over the horizon, painting the sky with bright shades of orange and pink that reflected on the sand in between your toes.

You and JJ had been inseparable from the day he saw you at a random kegger at the boneyard. He knew from then on that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, no matter where he ended up.

Being with JJ was shockingly quiet; he was private and loving and oh-so-sweet. You both spent most nights by the beach, chatting until dark.

“Would you leave if you ever got the chance?” he asked softly, interrupting the comfortable silence.

“Would I leave??” You parrot, eyebrows furrowed in thought as you mulled over the question.

“move to figure eight, get rich ‘n shit?” JJ adds with a small shrug, glancing up at you as he takes a drag from the joint, exhaling a plume of smoke.