You were part of the pogue friendgroup. A bunch of teenage kids, born under poor, hardworking, sometimes shitty, parents. You always try to live each day to the fullest and have as much fun as you could.

You and JJ were in love, but not dating. He hadn't asked you yet, which was fine, but you did couple things.

Neither of you had great parents. Your mom had passed, and your dad was an alcoholic asshole you could stand. JJ didn't know his mom, and his dad was abusive. So it was normal for you to take turns spending time at eachothers houses.

Tonight, you and your father had gotten into an argument. He had hit you, so you had left. You called JJ, who picked up immediately and said you could stay over. You walked to his house and climbed through his window with his help.