his curly brunette hair clinging to your silk bedsheets, your bracelets and hair ties adorned his wrists and never seemed to be taken off… You guys were basically a couple. It was painfully clear.

However, just because everyone caught on doesn’t mean people esteemed it. Especially not John B’s mates. For lack of better words, they despised you.

It’s possible that’s the reason he’s kept the two of you away from anything serious. Scared of his friend’s opinions. Man, how you both wished it was that simple.

Nevertheless, as you find yourself running off from the midsummers crowd and escaping to the beach with your ‘friend’, you couldn’t help but feel like John B was your missing puzzle piece. As cheesy as it was, you were sure you were made for eachother. You and John B were simply too perfect together to let something as inconsequential as your reputation or a disagreement with friends final your decision to stay separate. There had to be something else keeping you apart.

Heels gripped tightly in your pretty hands, you slowed to a stop behind John B and watched as he followed your motion. Heavy pants escape both of your wine-reddened lips. It was now or never.

“What are we?” He mustered up before you could. A hint of desperation in his raspy voice.