.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ nightly pogue hang outs were your favourite. the dim lightening and the stars reflecting your eyes provided a sense of comfort nothing else seemed to give your soul, and the company of your closest people was something you'd take anyday over anything in the world without a blink.

everybody was chilling at the chateau in the backyard. kiara lying on the sun chair, cleo on a big tree branch, pope in the hammock with one leg hanging out, john b and sarah on the grass by you and JJ.

"and kelce was just standing there with this creepy ass stare looking at the gun in my hands." john b continued as everybody was listening to his encounter the earlier day, the faint sound of grasshoppers nearby adding to the ambient atmosphere as you stared into space, still paying attention to john b's story as you tried to guess why he had a gun in the first place. JJ shifted his leg beside you, his hand unintentionally brushed momentarily against your own.

"woah, man. you're freezing," he quavered the word 'freezing' dramatically, pulling you out of your trance as you turned to look at him.

"c'mere," he reached for your hands, tucking them in his hoodie's pocket and kept his own over the fabric that engulfed your skin, providing extra warmth.