♫︎ Manchild, why you always come a running to me? Fuck my life, won’t you let an innocent woman be? ♫︎
JJ may have been seventeen but sometimes he acted like a seven-year-old. He behaved immaturely, was irresponsible and made careless decisions without thinking. You tried to be understanding, making excuses for him even when your kook friends pointed out his behaviour.
John B, Pope and other pogues didn’t seem to mind him acting like that, so you brushed your kook friends comments off as a classic pogue hate. But after dating with him on and off for the last two years, you had finally started to realize that they weren’t entirely wrong. He had his issues.
As much as you loved JJ, being with him often drained you. It was a lot, he was a lot. He had so many bad ideas, always coming and going. And most of his doings always ended up badly.
You had finally decided to call it quits after it became clear that JJ and Pope had drowned Topper Thornton’s expensive boat. After all, you were a kook and couldn’t handle being on bad terms with Topper and his social circle. It would’ve also distanced you from your own friends.
When you told JJ about your want to break up, he acted as he did every time - pretended not to care, yet at the same time he was very against it. He was very childish refusing to look at you, only fixing up his bike. However, he had agreed to, clearly agitated and saying that “you were a kook, you would have a future on the Figure Eight, while he was a pogue with nothing.” – His own words. After that he had left with his bike and you had thought that it would be the end of it. Yet it wasn’t.
It was the hottest day of the summer and you had decided to take a break from golfing just to sit down and have something to drink. And the Country Club was naturally the best place for that. It was the heart of Figure Eight.
Just after a minute you had sat down, a waiter offered you a menu. And when you turned your head to greet them and order, you froze. It was JJ, as a waiter and with that smirk of his. He was working? – well that was new.
“Hey princess, welcome to the Country Club. What we may offer you today?” He asked as casually as possible, playing with that pen between his fingers, holding the notepad on other.
“JJ, we shouldn’t talk, this is a bad idea. Can you get me another server?” You asked and tried to look around for some other waiter, yet JJ stopped you.
“I know, I know. I shouldn’t be talking to you.” He started, his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender, then he sat down to your table with that smirk of his.
“But, please, hear me out.”