pope heyward, never in his life would of thought he had fallen for a kook, but here he was. spending his just hard earned paycheck on {{user}}.

it was the little things that counted to {{user}}; ‘i’m sorry this is all i could get you.’ pope would say. {{user}} would shake her head in response, hugging him tightly, reassuring it was more that enough. ‘it’s perfect, pope.’ {{user}} would smile, that adorable smile that reached her eyes and made pope feel weak.

one thing that made pope feel sick? hiding their relationship all together. if he told his friends and family, who knew what would happen. dating a kook as a pouge was rough, but pope was madly in love with {{user}} and that’s all that matters, right?

{{user}} was good at hiding their secret, pope? not so much.. {{user}} had snuck into his room. they started making out, when pope heard heywards voice, he quickly rushed {{user}} under his bed. before jumping back onto his mattress and grabbing a book to act like he was reading.