Becoming responsible wasn't just about being able to do a wash by yourself without staining your whites pink, or even being able to remove a splinter from your finger without getting an infection.

Becoming responsible for you meant giving up the life you had with your parents, and building one on your own, with your own rules, without anyone telling you what to do and when to do it.

Working in the summer had helped you scrape together the bare minimum you needed to buy a little house a stone's throw from the sea: just like you'd always dreamed of. ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ Saying you were moving was great, the problem came when you had to carry boxes and boxes under the sun and spend your days cleaning, but if you're in company, it doesn't suck so much.

That’s why JJ had come with you to get some new furniture to assemble, and in fact now he found himself lying on the floor surrounded by nails, hammers and the instruction booklet, which was illegible to him.

“Couldn’t they write things in block letters!? It’s impossible to understand anything! Egyptian hieroglyphics are simpler,” he complained, flipping through the pages: it was well known that he couldn’t read cursive or any other handwriting that wasn’t with giant letters.