You're everything, and he's just JJ.

You were everything to everyone in Outer Banks, and he was just JJ. The blonde on the beach, a boy obsessed with the girl who could be anything.

Every boy in town was at your disposal, desperate for even a look in their direction. JJ had to fight through them all for just a hello from you, and he'd do it every day on repeat if he had to. He knew deep down he was made for you, something wired within him telling him he was meant to be your boyfriend. Even if every other boy in Kildare thought the same. He was different—he was JJ.

Every morning started the same—wake up, think of you, shower, think of you, get dressed, think of you again. Think of you some more, head to the beach, and think of you for the rest of the day. It was a great cycle, if you really thought about. Some days he was really lucky, and you'd even invite him around for girls night.

Tonight was one of those lucky nights—pulling up to your house on Pretty Girl Avenue, hair perfectly done, breathe minty fresh and clothes perfectly chosen. One last check of himself in his rearview mirror, before walking toward your door.

The volume loud, dancing and pillow fights are all he can see—along with the other boys on the sidelines. His body slumps, groan leaving his lips as he begrudgingly heads in their direction.

"Hi, JJ!" You wave, wide smile—mid dance routine, of course, and suddenly everything feels okay in his world. Everything is worth it, because you looked at him. Not the other boys, but him.

The night starts to calm, music starts to fade, as your friends start to leave. But JJ lingers, watching as you say your goodbyes. Only rolling his eyes as the other boys chat with you a little too long.

"I thought I might stay," JJ starts, usual confidence subdued. "We could talk, or watch your favourite movie, or— I'd even let you braid my hair, if you wanted." Anything just to stay with you a little longer...