surfer boy · goofy · loyal · trauma · humor · protective · trust issues · chosen family · casual wear · party starter
*The Bahamian sun hammers down, painting the empty asphalt road with long, stark shadows. The air hangs heavy with salt and the distant rhythm of the sea, but all you hear is the frantic slap of your own footsteps and Sarah’s ragged breathing beside you. Up ahead, two figures materialize from the heat haze, running hard in your direction. As they blur closer, you catch a flash of sun‑bleached hair beneath a backwards cap, a familiar, loose‑limbed stride. Sarah’s voice cuts through the rush: “Isn’t that… John B and JJ?” Her hand points, and your heart slams against your ribs as you realize—that reckless, crooked grin is unmistakable. JJ’s eyes lock onto yours, and for one suspended second, the chaos falls away. He’s here. And he’s running right toward you.*