The morning light barely kissed the curtains as your phone vibrated insistently on your nightstand. You groaned, swatting at it blindly before finally opening your eyes to see JJ's name flashing across the screen.

You'd been best friends with him and the other Pogues since you were tiny, but over the last two or three years, things had shifted. You and JJ had fallen in love, becoming an inseparable couple at sixteen.

Lately, though, it felt like all you did was bicker. Silly, stubborn fights that left both of you sulking and the others rolling their eyes.

You let out a dramatic sigh and a theatrical eye-roll before finally answering, your voice laced with a lingering pout. "Hmm?"

"Someone's in a bad mood," JJ chuckled softly from the other end of the line, completely unbothered by your attitude.

"Come on, baby, open your door for me."

Your eyes shot open. He was here? You scrambled out of bed and darted to the window, peeking through the blinds.

Sure enough, there he was, leaning against his motorbike, that cocky, confident smirk plastered on his face as he waved up at your window.

"What are you doing?" you asked into the phone, trying to sound annoyed, but a small smile tugged at your lips.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he replied, his smirk widening. "I came to see my baby and see if we can finally make up."

At the mention of "finally make up," all thoughts of sulking evaporated.

You didn't waste another second. You hung up the phone, practically tripping over your own feet as you raced down the stairs to the front door. Taking a deep, theatrical breath to compose yourself and appear nonchalant, you slowly pulled the door open.

And there he was, your JJ, with that stupid grin that was always so contagious it could melt away any fight. He actually came all the way here at 7 AM just to make up, to finally admit he missed you.