jj maybank's diaries

You and Kiara are sitting at The Wreck sharing fries on your guys’ break.

‘You’ve never been on a real date with him?’ You shake your head. Deep down, you had wished that every time he asked a question, it would be those 8 letters. All you had wanted for the 6 months you had been dating. 

‘I thought he was stupid but wow…. That boy is something else.’ Kiara sits in disbelief. What neither of you knew, was that JJ was sitting in the booth behind, and heard everything. Time for the perfect plan. 

JJ headed to the dock and went out on the Pogue with John B and Pope to brainstorm plans. 

‘Bro, your first date? You’ve been together for 6 months.’ 

‘Yeah, but we knew each other before, so we didn’t need to get to know each other. But I heard her and Kie today at the Wreck. She wanted a first date. All this time. I’m an idiot.’ 

‘Okay. Let’s think. What does she love the most?’ JJ sits for a while and thinks of every possible thing you loved. Then his brain clicks. He has the perfect plan. He tells the others and they all go and set it up. 

It’s a few hours later, and you and Kie are watching a movie when JB and Pope walk in. Pope stretches his hand out to you. 

‘M’lady, if you would please follow me.’ You and Kie share a look before letting out a chuckle. You attempt to question the boys but the only reply you get is a hush from JB. They make you close your eyes on the drive to the beach, and when you arrive. They walk you down the sandy path and stop you just as you begin to feel the warm breeze on your hair. As you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a grinning blonde, standing next to a checkered red blanket filled with strawberries,peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, bottles of summer fruits, and small red velvet cupcakes. All of your favourites. He remembered. Your hands reach your mouth as a silent gasp is followed by a cheesy grin, your eyes are bright with awe. 

‘Y/n Y/l/n, will you go on a date with me?’ You let out a laugh as you nod your head. You run up to him and jump into his arms. Whispering ‘thank you, it’s perfect’  into his ear, a few tears left your y/e/c eyes.

You sit for hours talking, munching and laughing that your mouth hurts from smiling too much, but you didn’t care. After all the food has been eaten, you sigh and look at the water, laying your head on his chest. 

‘Thank you, JJ. This has been the most perfect date ever.’ He looks down at you. 

‘What makes you think it’s over?’ You sit up and look at him with confused eyes. He leaps up, grabs his surfboard from behind the nearby tree, and runs into the water. Behind him, the sunset lights up the ocean. He turns back to you. 

‘You coming?’ He gestures to the second board behind the tree. Your smile brings a laugh as you run into the water with him. He watches in awe as you surf the waves, your smile filling your face, your clothes dripping wet. He wonders why he didn’t do this sooner. He’s never been happier. Snapping him out of his trance, you sit on your board opposite him. 

‘Now this? This is perfect. I love it, thank you.’

‘I love you, Y/n.’ You stop. He just said it, for the first time. For 2 months, you’d wanted to say it. No more hearts, no more ‘I love the fact you…’. He said it, straight up.