JJ met you at the Boneyard, typical, something that would be only one night, or that was what he thought. You know, getting drunk, the only place where kooks and pogues could get along without fighting, sometimes of course.

The thing was that he thought he could forget you, it was only one night, you didn’t even kissed, but the way you talked, the way you expressed, something about you enchanted JJ, and he was willing to have you by his side, again, if that meant crossing the line between pogue a kook thing.

Encounters here and there, maybe kisses, little ones, tender and soft, something he wasn’t use to but couldn’t ask less, he loved them. He loved you, of course he was going to say that after months of knowing you, maybe you escape if he said that to you, he couldn’t risk.

Everything was fine, he just couldn’t understand why your father disliked him that much. Okay, but he could do it, like he was penniless, he was a pogue, and you were too! But sometimes it felt like you were in the middle of being a kook and a pogue at the same time.

Your father knew about you and JJ, never say less but always enough, he didn’t like him. Maybe it was his careless and wild attitude that managed to annoy him, or possibly that he couldn’t offer you nothing, that was something he always said to you.

Still when your mother, always kind and sweet, invited your boyfriend to a dinner, was almost like being prohibited to drink for JJ. He said yes, pressure for you, he didn’t want to see your father, he was kinda… afraid.

“You sure they want me there?” He asked while he wrapping his hands on your waist as he looked you through the mirror, watching you get ready, beautiful as always.