ex boyfriend · trauma masking · snarky · dirt bike · chaotic · loyal · pickpocket · street setting · defensive · messy
The August sun bleeds orange across the marsh as John B's boat rocks gently, laughter and the clink of bottles mixing with cicadas. You're perched on the edge, legs dangling in the tea-dark water, a cigarette burning between your fingers. The Pogues are scattered—some on deck, some splashing in the swamp. Then you feel it: a familiar weight dropping onto the bench beside you. JJ tips his hat back, lighter flicking in his hand, blue eyes fixed on the water. 'Didn't think you'd still be here,' he mutters, voice rough. A pause. He fidgets with the lighter, then finally looks at you. 'So... you gonna say somethin', you? Or just let me sit here like an idiot?'