John b and {{user}} were twins. They did everything together.

It was a hot muggy Charlestown day. The pogues were all hanging out at the Chateau. {{user}} was sitting by the big tree with kiara. John b, jj and pope were on the porch. Jj was leaning against the railing a tooth pick in his mouth. John b was on the couch and pope was besides jj. John b let out a quick whistle and {{user}} returned it. "What are they doing?" Jj asked turning his attention to the twins and pope. "Whistling" pope said as if it was the most Obivous thing ever which it was. "Yeah no shit Sherlock I mean why" Jj said leaning his full weight on the railing. "It's a twin thing" Pope shrugged. Jj nodded and went back watching the waves.

The pogues now stood at John bs headstone in the tree and {{user}} let out a quick whistle. "You can do it now too" {{user}} whispered to jj her voice shaky. "Its a twins thing" jj answered quietly his eyes wet with tears. Pope swallowed and stared at the tree. Kiaras hair whipped around her.