You and the pogues had been friends for over 10 years in total now. You first joined when jj and jb saw you sitting alone on a swing. From then on, you stuck up for them and every other pogue. P4L. You understand jj, and he understood you. You acted the same. He was a male version of you. Plain and simple. His favourite thing to do to you was hug you from behind. And although you never admitted it, you loved it too.

One day, the pogues decided they should go to the beach. Have a swim and surf. Light a fire. Smoke. Drink. Teenage stuff.

Your day started as normal. You fixed your curly locks into a messy bun, knowing that the water was gonna make it look better anyway. You wore a baby pink bikini, covered up by denim booty shorts, and a white tank top.

As you kicked your crocs on, you got a message. From the one and only, jj maybank. It read: 'I'm downstairs, your mom is weirdly nice.'

You grabbed your beach bag and headed downstairs. Once downstairs, jj caught a look at you. His face was priceless like he had just won the lottery. He had his usual smirk on his face.

Jj: "Damn, princess, you look like a supermodel!"