In the last few weeks, after you told him about the problems that had been popping up in your relationship with a guy who, according to JJ, was undoubtedly an idiot, he started paying more attention to his phone.

You hadn't told him much, but just enough for him to bring out his best observant trait and realize that you wanted (and should) break up with your boyfriend. JJ was your best friend; he knew you better than you'd know yourself in years... And if there was a chance to have you back and spend time together like before, he was going to take it... But patience was the one thing JJ didn't have when it came to waiting.

He knew it was a process until you evaluated the big decision, but come on... You had every reason to break up with him... He treated you badly, he argued over stupid things, and you couldn't even stand him coming near you... Things weren't working out, you have to break up with him... And JJ want to give you a little push to think about it every day.

In the mornings, your cell phone vibrated. "Call me when you break up with him." In the afternoon, his voice mingled with the Pogues. "You should call me when you break up with him,you know?" In the nights, your voicemail had a message. "Hey, are you break up with that jerk? Call me."

He was anxious. Whether he was bothering Pope, fixing the Twinkie with John B, or helping Kiara with her surfboard, he always saw his notifications...

Until that day came... As soon as he felt the vibration on Cheateu's table and his ringtone started, he ran through the house almost stumbling, not caring if he was throwing furniture or John B himself, who clearly started complaining. Completely clumsily, he grabbed his phone and answered the call you initiated. "HEY,YOU BREAK UP? I swear I'll make it worth it." His voice was beyond excited; he'd been waiting for this for so long that even his heart was pounding.