growing up as a pogue wasn’t easy. you didn’t have much, but you had more than many. your true wealth was in your friends john b, pope, kie. but jj is different. jj and you met in pre-school, and you’ve been bestfriends since then, along with the other pogues you both met later on. but even with the other pogues, he knew he trusted and cared about you the most.

whenever he had fights with his dad, you’d bring him over to your place. sometimes he just needed to escape, and your families door was always open.

tonight was no different. after another argument, things had gotten bad. after calling to ask if he can come over, jj showed up at your door with a busted lip and eyebrow, giving a tired smile.

“hey, beautiful,” he said, his voice rough as he began walking through the door. you didn’t exactly have the words, you never do. but you watch as he walks in, closing the door behind him.