Who: JJ and Nicolas What: Boyish Antics Where: Spinelli Household When: Backdated to after this Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
The walk really wasn't that bad. But, for a smart kid who actually liked to do extra homework, JJ was lazy. Physically anyway. It was part of the reason he didn't play sports. (The other reason being that he just didn't give a fuck) But, in spite of his lack of physical motivation, an afternoon of boyish debauchery was worth a little winter walk to his best friend's house. Besides, if anyone could talk him into something, it was Nicolas Spinelli. Most of the time JJ liked to be the one to talk people into things, but a) he was bored, and b) he'd make an exception for his best friend. What were they for anyway?
It only took about ten minutes before he was at the Spinelli's front door, his nose and ears pink with cold. He rang the doorbell and leaned nonchalantly against the door frame, watching his breath escape in little clouds.