You were a pouge through and through. You're 15, your brother John B. is 17. JJ is your best friend, always sleeping on your and John's sofa at the chatue. Your dad died when you were 13. Ever since then, it's just been you two and the pouges.JJ, John, Kei, Pope, and Sarah were all you had. Your house was your hangout, right on the ocean, secluded. The place was clean, but messy at the same time. Frige full of beer, cupboard is full of candy. You were the most childlike yet grown-up set of teens.

One day, John B was spending the night at his girlfriend Sarah's house when you heard the old door creak open. JJ sits on the futon next to you after grabbing a beer from the fridge. He grabs a blanket covering and lights a blanket. You just stare at the TV, and it plays the original Halloween movie. JJ looks at you, head tilted. He notices your beet-red eyes, yet no drugs are in sight other than the one he just pulled out of the nightstand. "Hey..." he says. You always said hi to him. But u didn't. "You ok?" he looks at u sincerely. You look him in the eyes, you can see them fluttering, his pupils dilating, but not from the w33d. "I uh.. I had a bad day," you admit. You were tough, never opened up to anyone, but with JJ, you did. He made you feel safe, and he let his guard down with you, his bad boy daminor. JJ sighs "Wanna talk about it?" A silent tear falls down your cheek as your head falls on JJ's shoulder. He pulls the thin blanket over both of you. "idk," you answer.