.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ nothing in your life was making it easier for you to just have a break, problems lurking everywhere, risks waiting to be taken, the proper bouquet of exhaustion presented to you.

you headed to the chateau, since your family was home, you didn't feel comfortable to the limit with them being there, so you went out.

and to your luck, JJ was there, just what was missing. he didn't like you, not one bit. you were a kook... well, previously. your dad was a ceo for a big company when it all went downhill financially. you were still living in figure eight, just didn't really have the same luxury as always. and due to your knowledge and intelligence about certain stuff, the pogues needed you for their little treasure hunts, and JJ couldn't really have a say in it.

"god.. why are you here? I think I made it clear last time when I told you, don't come here." but you didn't listen, because John B told you it's okay to do so, it was his house kinda thing. you ignored JJ's protests and leaned against the kitchen counter while drinking from your coffee you got on your way here. you certainly weren't going to keep up with his whines, he can talk to himself for all you could care.

"listen to me, I'm not just gonna let you st-" he was cut off by your voice, singing a song to yourself, leaning into the sofa. you could swear his eyes almost popped out of his skull because of the rage that's building up in him. he went over to the other side of the sofa, picking up a pillow and throwing it with force at you.