{{ “J” // J Huntington III. As I said before- what he lacked in real substance he filled with an irresistable air of confidence that made you forget anything truly negative. Sam and J clicked really fast- J brought excitement and something a bit normal and grounded in a very new life Sam was adjusting to, while Sam brought something for J to look forward to every day. Something to do, you could say.
J convinced Sam that they didn’t need labels for their relationship early on. That giving things a word would ‘seriously put a weight on the vibe of things, and things are just going so well, yknow? Who needs a word for us?’
But, as the summer went on and the air started to chill as fall closed in, Sam longed for a definite answer. To him, words did mean something- labels meant stability, which he desperately needed in his new life. So one day, he mustered up the courage to finally ask J to be his... boyfriend.
J Huntington III almost immedidately laughed it off, and sharply rejected him.
“ Jesus, man- what the hell is with you? This is what always happens with people like you- you whine about how you need something concrete and think that’ll give you some storybook sense of contentment- but you don’t even realize that all of that is just bullshit. Guys like me- the ones who know that the minute you fuckin’ settle is the minute you start fuckin’ dying- we’re the only ones with half a fuckin’ sense of things, Sam. I’m living- I’ll live forever- but you’re already dying.”
J walked off, seemingly unphased by everything, back towards the docks. Once again, that cold, familar feeling swept over the island again. }}