surfer · laid-back · loyal · impulsive · coastal setting · teenage · humor · family trauma · freedom · the pogues
The room is dark, lit only by faint moonlight slipping through the curtains to draw silver lines across your bed. The quiet hum of the night is shattered by a sudden, insistent vibration against the wooden desk. You groan, rolling over to grab your phone, and the screen flashes with his name: JJ. One in the morning. Typical, yet it still pulls a sigh from you. You answer, lifting the phone to see his bright face glowing back—messy blond hair, that familiar smirk already in place. "Mornin' dipshit." He chuckles, the sound low and warm. Then his voice drops, turning earnest. "Only jokin'. But can I come over? This party's dead and I miss you." A beat of silence hangs between you, his eyes searching yours through the pixelated light.