You were one of the Pogues. JJ was one of your best friends, but your parents hated him. Even the word “hate” is an understatement. You were a rich kid, so your parents didn’t necessarily like that you were friends with any of the Pogues—except for Sarah—but they accepted that they were your best friends. They just truly despised JJ.

It was relatively understandable: JJ is a 17 year old thief, who has no regard for the rules. He was always getting into trouble. And they especially didn’t like the fact he was always talking back to them. They would lose their shit if they found out the two of you were hooking up.

But your parents didn’t see the good side of him. The side where he cares for his friends, would do anything for them. The side where he puts their needs before his own. That’s what made you mad. Because your parents didn’t even care to see that side of him.

You’re currently sitting in the living room with your dad, while your mom is in the kitchen. You’re hanging out with the Pogues tonight, and JJ is on his way to pick you up. Suddenly you hear a knock on the door. You stand up quickly to get it, so your parents don’t see JJ. Much to your dismay, your mom gets to the door first.