I opened my eyes, trying to ignore the headache. And the weird feeling in my entire body. I groaned as I realized what was happening; I was getting sick.

That is why J.J mumbled something about me snoring, because she did mumble that. If I remember it right. I always snore when I'm sick. Bad habit.

I sat up, remembering what else she said this morning. And then I was out of her bed, hurrying into my room. I opened the drawer, and looked underneath all the paper.

Yep, I heard her right. And yep, she knew about my porn. Not exactly porn. It was just magazines. And why was this embarrassing? I mean, it's not like I had even looked in them for months.

I groaned again as I walked down the stairs, not bothering to change the clothes I had fallen asleep in yesterday. And again this morning.

Mom still wasn't home from work, and Keith had probably just left. I knew there would probably be some leftovers from yesterday so I looked in the fridge and found the chicken and something to drink. It wasn't the best breakfast, but to be fair it wasn't morning. It was over noon, and J.J would be home from school in just two hours. Mom would be home in like, five minutes.

Just as I thought that though, I heard the door open and then close. So, I guess she was home now.

"Mom?" I called out as I put the chicken in the microwave, heating it up. Cold chicken only works at times.

"You look…" she said as she entered the kitchen, and I finished the sentence for her.

"Like I just woke up? Like shit?"

She gave me a disapproving look, and I rolled my eyes.

"Like crap?"

"That's not better, but yes," she said, taking the chicken from the microwave before she reached for something in her bag. "I'd figured you'd be up by now."

I took the sub from her hands, and watched it.

"Subway Melt?" I asked and she nodded. She knew what I wanted.

I took out the sub from the wrapping paper and started eating where I was standing.

"Thanks," I said as I chewed and she looked at me disapprovingly again.

"I raised you better," I heard her mumble under her breath and I laughed. Yeah, maybe she did.

I sat down at the kitchen table, the glass of juice in my hand.

"Are you letting me go to school tomorrow?" I asked, hoping for the best. School might not be fun, but it was definitely better than being home alone.

Mom watched me for a second before she walked up to me and placed her hand on my forehead.

"With that fever? I don't think so."

"I have a fever?" I asked disbelievingly. Yeah, I felt like crap, but a fever? It didn't feel like it.

Before she even said anything, I knew what she was doing as she walked over to the medicine cabinet.

"Really?" I asked as she took out the ear thermometer. "I'm doing it."

I was about to snatch it from her hand when she grabbed my chin, and it was too late.

"Sit still," she said as she took my temperature.

"I feel like a five year-old," I complained as the thermometer beeped, and she showed it to me.

100. So, I had a fever. Wonderful. Not much, but still. A fever.

"If I'm not healthy by Friday, I'm going out anyway."

"Friday?"

"Talent show," I explained and she turned around to start with the dishes.

"We'll see about that."

"I'm the one who signed her up for it, so I'm not gonna skip it," I said, drank the final juice and then walked up to my room again.

Just as I entered my room, I heard my phone beeping and I picked it up.

"Hey," I said without checking who it was. It was Liam, and he called because he was bored. He told me that he would let Jenna donate, and that the surgery would be tomorrow and then we talked for a while. Not for long, because he wasn't supposed to call and the nurse caught him.

I laughed as I threw the phone on the bed again, turning on my TV and my XBox. I had nothing better to do, so I might as well play. I hadn't done that in a while.

I found my NHL 11, put the disc in and started the game. I didn't play for long though. I was rusty, and I lost the three first games. So I cursed, and turned the TV off.

There was still an hour left until J.J would be home, so I decided to take a shower. I normally hated showering in the middle of the day. I always did it in the mornings. Or before I went to bed.

I took my time in there. It's not like I had to rush it, and then I found a new pair of jeans and a hoodie. Everyone on the team had one, and it even held the team name it on. It was worn out, but it was comfortable. And then I did the same thing I always did when I was sick. Well, I didn't do it when I was too sick. But I wasn't, so I opened my window and climbed out onto the roof. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm. A typical start of November. I sat down on the roof, and leaned against the side of my window.

And that's where I sat, looking out over the neighborhood, as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket a moment later. I took it out, and furrowed my brows. The text was from Joey.

"Dude, J.J's badass." I was about to answer when I got another two, similar to the first one. What the hell? I returned to Joey's, about to answer it again. But then I heard J.J's voice, and I looked up. She was standing on the driveway, looking up at me. Her hair was in a bun, and she was wearing her glasses. I knew she hated them, but they looked good on her. I didn't get to see it that often, though. She wasn't wearing makeup, and I thought I saw a red mark on her cheek. But I wasn't sure.

"I hate you," she said and I laughed.

She knew why I was sitting here.

"It's not my fault that I'm sick."

"And you're weird," she added as she moved closer to the house. We had a lattice on the side of the house wall, and I stood up as J.J climbed it. I hated her doing it, but we had both been doing it too many times to count. And I had been drunk half of the times, so I knew it was safe.

"If you're sick on Friday, I'm forcing you to go anyway," she said, almost up on the roof.

"You don't have to force me," I said as I reached my hand out. She took it and I helped her up, but she didn't fully meet my eyes. I quickly saw why.

The red mark that I thought I had seen was actually turning into a bruise. And it reached almost to her right eye. How could her glasses not be broken? That wasn't all. It was swollen, too. She needed ice.

"What happened?" I asked, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me.

"Nothing," she lied.

"I can ask Joey, or Emily, or Mark, or…"

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Did you know there is a rumor about us all over the school?"

"That doesn't have anything to…"

"Actually, it does," she cut me off. "I think you can guess who started it. And then she tried to trip me, again. She missed though, and I told her the truth; that she's a bitch. She called me a whore, and things sort of went downhill from there."

"Who threw the first punch?"

"She, and I would rather call it a bitch slap. Did you know that she has absolutely no strength at all?"

Yeah, I knew that. But she had to have some, causing that bruise.

"And I had to say a lot of things to make her hit me," she continued.

"Attagirl," I mumbled and she laughed. Throwing the first punch never looked good.

"It was far more fun to kick her ass than it should, though."

"You kicked her ass?" I asked, not doubting her one bit. She's the daughter of a marine; she probably knows how to take care of herself.

She smiled, knowing that I believed that she had.

"Don't worry. I won't leave you for the marines."

"Oh, I'm not worried. But I do find it sexy that you could probably kick my ass."

She snored.

"I definitely could. And you're weird."

"Yeah, you said that," I told her as she moved from me and climbed through the window and inside. I followed her lead, and after I closed to window, I found her in the bathroom.

I had almost expected to see her put her lenses in, but the glasses were still on. She was actually putting on make-up, trying to cover the bruise. And it worked. On a distance. Up close, you could see that she was swollen, but other than that, you couldn't see anything.

"I'll see you in a few hours," she said, putting her hand on my hip, pulling me closer.

"Where are you going?"

"Your mom and I have some things to do. And then I have somewhere to be." She reached up and I felt her lips linger on my chin before they gently pressed against my lips. I knew I shouldn't be kissing her because I was sick, but I figured she was already infected after this weekend. And after our make-up session last night. And, yeah, I wanted to feel her lips against mine.

"Look in my bag, there's some stuff in there for you," she said as our lips broke and then she walked out of the bathroom and into her room, taking that way downstairs.

I did as she told me to, and found homework. Great. And it had to be in tomorrow. It was supposed to be a paper for English class, and it had to be about something important that had changed this year.

I sat down at my desk, and for once, it was easy to find something to write about. A lot had changed this year. J.J lived here now. I fell for her, Mom's pregnant. And yeah, the whole thing about my so called Dad showing up yesterday. If I didn't know before, I knew now; I didn't want to see him again.

I mean, he didn't want me. Here I had people who wanted me, and who loved me. So why get to know him when I have everything I want here already?

Besides, he seemed like an asshole.

I was almost done with the paper when I heard Mom calling from downstairs that the dinner was done.

So I finished my sentence and then walked downstairs, seeing that J.J just walked inside the door as I came down. I waited as she kicked her shoes off and removed her jacket, and then we walked into the kitchen together.

"Where were you?" I asked and she met my eyes.

"It's Julia's birthday," she answered, and I got my answer. The covered bridge. Julia's favorite place in this town.

We sat down at the table, and we ate without Mom mentioning the fight at school. Because she knew. I heard the phone before, and it was probably the school.

Right as we were about to leave, Mom stopped us though.

"Jennie, there was something in the mail for you today," she said, handing her something. J.J took it, and then we walked upstairs again.

"What is it?" I asked as she threw the small package on her bed.

"The first season of TVD," she answered casually, sitting down on her bed, opening the letter in her hands.

"The what?" I asked, confused. TVD? What's that?

"The vampire diaries," she explained. Oh, that vampire show, right?

Before I had the chance to ask her about it, she asked me a question.

"What time is it?"

"Eh, around seven," I answered her, seeing her disappointed look. "Why?"

"I kinda need to talk to my brother," she said. "But it's way too late to call… Early, actually."

"So, why do you need to talk to him right now?" I asked, feeling that my throat started to… not hurt, but sore. I ignored it, and listed to her answer instead.

"Because of this," she smiled and handed me a picture.

"Your brother's pregnant?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes as she chuckled.

"No, jackass," she rolled her eyes and I laughed with her. Before I had the time to response, her laughter faded and she let out a sigh.

"Can I ask you a favor?" she asked and walked up to me where I sat in her sofa.

"What do you need?"

"Not much, really," she told me as she sat down next to me. She pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around them. "It's… Every birthday, Julia and I had this tradition. On my birthday, we always watched our favorite movie. On her birthday, we would watch the pilot episode of our favorite TV-show. It was always just Julia and me, but…"

I understood where she was going with this, and I had a question to ask.

"You want to watch with me?"

"All I know is that I don't want to watch it alone."

"So what are we watching?" I asked and she got up. She walked over to the bed, opened the package and then took out the DVD. I watched her as she walked over to the TV where she squatted down to place the disc in the DVD player.

"You walk like a duck," I stated and she laughed.

"I know I walk like a duck. Don't tease me about it," she answered me as she straightened up and walked back to me. While she put the disc in the DVD I had moved so that I lay down. She sat on the edge of the sofa as she handed the remote. Before she was done, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her down into my chest. She scooped down, and I rested my chin against the top of her head.

"So, is this any good?" I asked as she pressed play.

"I have a feeling you might like it."

"You forget I don't like Twilight."

She laughed, and I smiled into her hair. She smelled like she had just taken a shower, even though I knew she hadn't today.

"This is nothing like Twilight. Now shut up and watch it."

I did as she told me, and I found it… fairly interesting. Not good, but I wanted to know more. As it was over, I heard J.J take a deep breath while she got up. Something was definitely on her mind.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked and she turned to meet my eyes.

"It's time for the other part of our weird tradition," she said and walked over to her bookshelf. She grabbed another DVD, and went to put it in the DVD player. "And it's time for you to go somewhere else, because this I'm watching alone."

"Will you be alright?" I got up from the couch as I asked her, and she walked up to me.

"Probably not. See you in forty minutes," she answered me and shoved me out of her room.

Well, that left me with forty minutes of doing pretty much nothing. So I entered my room and returned to the paper. I found some new things to write about, and an hour later I was done.

I thought about going into J.J's room, but as I was about to stand up, the bathroom door opened and J.J walked inside. Underneath the glasses, I could see that she had been crying. And not a little bit.

"I never thought I'd cry to One tree hill's pilot," she said. "I mean sure, the episode where Keith dies, or Leyton's wedding, and when Naley breaks up, or when Nathan reaches the NBA, and yeah, you get it, but the pilot? That was a first."

As she talked, she walked over to me and sat down in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, and I felt her leaning her face against the top of my head. I pressed my lips against her jawline as I saw a few more tears roll down her cheek.

"What did you and Mom do before?" I asked to get her mind on other things. And because I wanted to know.

"Well, starting tomorrow, I'm officially on the pills."

"So Mom knows?" I asked, knowing it would be awkward the next time I talked to Mom.

"No, she had no idea why I wanted them," J.J answered me. "Maybe she thinks I want them for fun."

"You do want them for fun," I grinned and she laughed.

"I could have fun without them," she teased and I groaned internally.

"Why do I have to be sick?" I asked and she smiled. "It doesn't matter, because there is no way Mom is letting us be alone again."

I didn't feel sick yesterday, but I sure did now. My throat was aching, and my whole body was sore. It felt like I couldn't even move. And my throat was actually doing a lot more than aching. It was burning.

I opened my eyes, and watched the clock. Eleven.

I stayed in bed for a moment before I got up and stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen where I found Mom at the kitchen table. She was… paying bills or something.

"I thought you'd sleep longer," she said, not looking up from the papers on the table. Yeah, well, eleven was long enough. But god, I wanted to sleep until I was back to normal again.

"What are you doing home?" I asked. Or, I wanted to ask, but the sound didn't leave my mouth. Wonderful. I lost my voice. Just great. There is no way I'm going to be healthy on Friday.

I searched through the kitchen until I found a pen and a block. I quickly scribbled a few words on the paper, and threw it in front of Mom. She looked at it, and then looked at me. She didn't look for long before she stood up and I felt her hand on my forehead.

I could see it in her eyes. She would treat me the way she did when I was a kid and I was sick. I hadn't been this sick since I was ten or twelve. Sure, I would get down with the flu sometimes, but it was never like this. But frankly, I had a feeling I wouldn't mind her taking care of me the way she used to. And I had missed her tomato rice soup. She only made it when I was sick, and when I was a kid I used to wish for it.

"I think I have everything for a soup, so you go upstairs and I'll be up in a while, okay? I just have to finish the bills."

Well, being sick can be good sometimes. Especially when being the son of Mary Campbell.

I grabbed the pen and the block before I found my ways upstairs again. I knew that if I would lay down on the bed, I would fall asleep. So I walked into J.J's room and took the DVD we had been watching yesterday. What was the name? Vampires something?

I walked back into my room, put the disc in, and then found my remote. I pressed the right buttons, and then climbed into my bed. I felt myself relaxing as I lay down, but I knew I wouldn't fall asleep if I concentrated on the show.

I had the time to watch episode two and three before I heard a knock on the door, and Mom walked inside. She had a tray in her hands, containing a bowl and two glasses. As she walked closer I saw the thermometer and an aspirin. Yeah, I could use one of those.

I sat up as she handed me the tray, and a moment later she left. I swallowed the aspirin with the glass of water and then took the spoon.

Oh god, I had missed the taste of that soup. I couldn't even remember how good it tasted.

I started the next episode as I ate, drinking the glass of juice as I did so.

Hours later, I heard a door open and I heard J.J searching for something in her room. I was too tired to get up, but I wouldn't have had the time. A moment later it was quiet in her room, and I concentrated on the TV again. I had watched like eight episodes today, and the show was good. J.J was right – I liked it. I wasn't sure I liked Damon, though. He was… strange. Impulsive. I don't know, there was just something about him that I didn't like very much.

About an hour after Mom had called that there was dinner, which I hadn't walked down to because I didn't feel like eating, J.J came into my room.

This time she was the one to hold a tray in her hands, and she placed it on the floor where she sat down. She leaned her back against my bed, watching the TV.

I leaned down to take the aspirin on the tray, but ignored the food. I still wasn't hungry. I'm rarely hungry when I'm sick.

"Have you been watching this all day?" she asked and I reached for the block.

I wrote a single 'No' on it, and she laughed when she read.

"Then why are you on episode twelve?"

She laughed even more at my scribbled answer. 'Guilty pleasure, okay?'

"I told you you would like it."

'Where where you before? I heard you in your room…'

"It's pretty good weather, so I took a walk," she answered and I knew what she meant.

'Any good pictures?'

"A few," she answered me. I was about to write an actual answer, but I changed my mind when I saw what was going on on TV.

'Is Isobel Elena's mom?' That would be weird. And a big twist. And would that make Alaric Elena's dad? That would just be… strange. I mean, he couldn't be her dad, right?

'And does that make Alaric her dad?'

J.J just laughed, answering me with a simple "You'll see," just like I knew she would. If you want answers when it comes to movies, or TV-shows, she is not the one to ask. She never gives anything away.

'You're mean.'

"I know I am. And I hate the you-not-talking thing."

'So what happened today?'

"Not much. Olivia wasn't at school. I'm still waiting for Jenna to call me. I really have no idea how the surgery went, and I want to know."

Yeah, right. I had completely forgotten about the surgery today. And now she had me sort of worried. I mean, it was hours ago. It can't take that long to change a kidney, right? I actually had no idea, so I was just guessing. Which didn't make me feel better.

"And I missed you," she interrupted my thoughts. She got up from the floor as she talked, and then she climbed into bed next to me.

I wrote her a note as she leaned her back against my chest, but it came out hard to read. She managed though.

"I don't care if I get sick," she answered simply. "Then I don't have to perform on Friday."

'I love you,' I wrote and I sensed her smile.

"I love you too."

I wanted to smile, but I was way too tired to do so. Instead I drew a smiley-face on the paper and I heard her laugh. I threw the block aside and wrapped my arm around her waist. She took my hand and twisted our fingers together, not really seaming to care about how warm I was.

"I forgot how mean Damon used to be," she murmured, and I wanted to reach for the block but I didn't really have the strength.

The next episode started, and this time I did reach for my block.

"If she wont sleep with him, I will," J.J commented when there was a scene between Damon and Elena.

'What?' I wrote, and she sat up, meeting my eyes.

"I'm just saying that if I ever get stuck in an elevator with Ian Somerhalder, I would forget all about you. Oh god, the sex we would have." She said all of this in such a dreaming voice, and I would have laughed if I had the strength. Instead I went along with her teasing.

'Would you like to never have sex with me again?' I wrote and she leaned down again. I felt her press a kiss against my chin before she turned around and leaned her back against my chest.

"You couldn't handle that. And, I can't wait until you're on season two. It's great."

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," Mom said as we climbed out of the car. I knew she wasn't happy about me going out, but I didn't care. I had promised J.J to be here. And honestly, I felt better. My fever was gone, and I was almost back to normal. It was just the fact that my voice wasn't back yet.

"It's too late now," Keith answered her as he locked the car and we walked inside.

I was surprised when I saw Liam and Jenna standing against a wall, so I left Mom and Keith and walked to them.

'What are you doing here?'

Yeah, I still had the block. It was annoying.

"I'm not gonna miss this. The doctors wouldn't really let us go, so you see her, over there? That's a nurse. She brought us here in a frigging wheelchair. And she's kinda hot. It's hard to impress her though, since I can't really do anything. What's with the pen and paper, by the way?"

'Sick'

"Then what are you doing here?" Jenna asked.

'I'm not gonna miss this'," I quoted Liam.

"Where's J.J?"

'She had something to do, but she'll be here.' An easy lie. She did have something to do, and she would be here. 'How are you two feeling?'

"Okay," Jenna answered simply but Liam had more to say.

"I'm fine. And dude, you should totally see my scar. I would show it to you if I could actually move my arm, so I'll show it to you later. Speaking of scars, Jenna has one too. And it looks exactly like mine. It's almost creepy. So now we're not only twins – we have the same scar! It's awesome. Oh and the scar will totally impress girls. I'll show them the scar, and they'll go crazy. It's gonna be awesome. No, seriously, you have to see it. Lift my shirt up, right here," he said, pointing.

I looked at Jenna, who laughed and shook her head.

"Painkillers," she explained. Yeah, that would be my guess. Liam had never responded well to painkillers. He got really… unlike himself. And I figured he got a lot of them right now.

"C'mon, man, lift up my shirt."

"Li, it's covered with a big white thing. He can't see it," Jenna said and Liam almost pouted. Jenna and I laughed, even though my laughter could barely be heard.

"Hey, it's starting," Liam said then, a grin on his face. Right then, someone walked up on stage; announcing that it started. So he was right about that.

I felt my phone vibrating, and I fished it up from my pocket. Not surprisingly, it was from J.J. She wanted to know what her first line was.

The only problem was that I didn't know what she would be singing, so I couldn't answer that. I wrote her a response, trying to shut out the person who was on stage right now. It sounded horrible. That person should not be allowed to sing. Or play guitar.

About fifteen minutes later, and three persons, J.J was up. And suddenly I was very nervous. I knew how nervous she was, and had been all day, and so now I was nervous for her as well.

She hadn't even walked out on stage yet.

Liam and Jenna were both talking, and none of them reacted when they said the name Jennie. If I didn't know it was J.J, I wouldn't have reacted either. Everyone is so used to calling her J.J, so you never really think that Jennie is her real name. Besides, she's not the only one named Jennie.

There was chatter around the room, but as J.J came out on stage people stopped talking.

"Dude, what's J.J doing on stage? With a guitar?"

I ignored Liam's question, watching J.J instead. Man, she was more than nervous. But she didn't really show it. That might be because she rarely showed when she was nervous. But I had known her for so long, so I knew. Mostly from the way she walked. And from the deep breath she took as she sat down.

"Seriously, what is she doing up there?"

I still ignored him, taking her in. She was wearing those really right, red jeans that I loved on her, a black and white striped top, and her black converse. I wasn't surprised that she had picked the black ones. Out of all of her converse, those were her favorites. And she had many. She even had a pair from the Kurt Cobain collection. And those were hard to get a hold of. She had tried for ages before she finally found them. So technically, those were her favorites, but she rarely used them. Scared to tear them I guess.

Right now, she looked amazing. More than that.

J.J's gaze found me, and it was easy to read what she thought in that moment. She hated me.

"Hi," she said, clearly trying to calm herself down. "This one's called Halfway."

"She's gonna sing? Can she sing?" Liam asked, and this time I answered him.

'Shut up'

Halfway. She was doing one of her own songs. I hadn't heard this one, but I did know that it was one of hers. She had revealed the title a few weeks ago, but she wouldn't let me know anything else.

She took another deep breath, closed her eyes, and then her fingers started moving. She wasn't using her plectrum, but she almost never did when she played her own songs.

The melody was familiar. I had heard her play it so many times when she worked on the lyrics, but I did notice that she had changed it a little bit. She had slowed it down. Just a little bit, but I could swear that it was slower. Softer. More like her.

The intro wasn't long, and when she started singing there was not a trace of nervousness in her voice. It was just as amazing as when she was singing in front of me. And it wasn't hard to figure out what the song was about. The lyrics were easy to recognize. I had been with her almost everyday this year. I had seen her pain, her fear, her sadness, her every emotion. So yeah, for me it was easy to figure out what the song was about. I could read between the lines.

It was about her. It was about this past year. About losing her family. About her struggle. About her whole life.

In the middle of the song, there was a… - wait, she has taught me this, - a… cres… crescendo? There was a crescendo, where the whole song softened, and after that she came back with such power in her voice. I mean, it was… wow. I could swear that I had never heard her this good before. I knew she had power in her voice, but this was ridiculous. Yes, she could give me chills from time to time, but every frigging hair on my body was standing right now. It was insane.

When she finished up, the whole room was quiet. Before it went… everyone was screaming, and applauding, and some people where whistling. I would have been one of them if I could actually make a sound.

I was insanely proud of her right now. And she thought she couldn't do this. If she didn't win, there was something wrong with people. It's not really a big prize though - $100.

I looked at Liam and Jenna, who was basically just standing there. With their chins on the floor. They looked more than shocked. And I could understand them. They had known J.J longer than I had, and they had no idea.

A few minutes later, I saw J.J walking towards us. As soon as she was close enough, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

"I hate you," I heard her say and I smiled. I moved my lips to her ear, and tried to get something out of me.

"I love you."

It wasn't loud, and it sounded horrible, but she heard me.

"You shouldn't be talking."

"And I'm proud of you," I continued, ignoring her words. I hadn't been talking for days – I needed to talk. "It's was beautiful."

She leaned out from my embrace and met my eyes.

"Thank you." I heard how sincere it was, and I smiled again, causing her to smile.

"You're shaking," I noticed and she chuckled.

"Yeah, I need to calm down before I'll stop."

"I can fix that," I said, cupping her face and pressing my lips against hers. I hadn't kissed her since Monday, and I missed the feeling of her lips against mine.

She kissed me back, and as I felt her relax I broke the kiss.

"You're back to kissing me again?"

"Now I don't have to worry about getting you sick," I stated and she smiled before pressing another kiss against my lips.

"Okay, you two, get a room. And J.J… You can sing! Why didn't I know about this? Us not knowing that you can sing is like Jenna and I not being twins."

J.J raised her eyebrows, clearly not understanding what Liam was talking about. Neither was I.

"Painkillers," Jenna and I said at the same time and then Jenna continued. "You were great. Amazing."

"Thanks," J.J said and walked up to Jenna to give her a hug. They talked for a while, and then I pulled J.J back into my arms. She rested her back against my chest and I twisted our fingers together as we watched the rest of the show.