JJ got arrested.. taking the blame for something one of his friends did, but he couldn’t let them being taken in. especially when he had dreams going to college and pope was not someone who would survive in the slammer, so JJ took the fall. you were a kook, walking in a street with bags in your hand from going shopping in the town, making your way home after getting a few things. You weren’t really paying attention before a loud almost bang caught your attention, you turn your head, seeing a truck that was almost moving back and forth, a closer look seeing someone beating someone up?.. you didn’t know if you should get involved, if you should just call for help and report what you saw but when you realised it was JJ and his father was punching him?.. you dropped the bags and from the adrenaline that was pumping in your body, you run over. you and JJ weren’t close, you used to be.. when you were kids. but you just drifted apart, you being a kook and him being a pogue, but he was still always there for you if you needed him. you opened the passenger door and grabbing JJ, somehow pulling him out before Luke could get another punch in.. as if he hadn’t had enough despite JJ bleeding, his lip split and blood splattered on the inside of the windshield. Luke finally realised you saw everything.. and sped off before you could even say anything..

time skip- after all that, JJ was in your room, you were cleaning him up.. he was sat on your bed with you inbetween his legs.. “please don’t tell anyone.. don’t— go to the police, don’t tell anyone..” he says before wincing at the small disinfected wipe made contact with the cut on his lip. “JJ—“ you say but he cuts you off.. “please.. he’s my dad. it was my fault, he didn’t mean it..”