Pretty Boy

Midsommer was something JJ always hated. So when you; his best friend, asked him to go as your date to piss off Rafe Cameron. He was hesitant to do so, but then you flashed your pretty hazel-green eyes and he reluctantly said yes. You had made sure we wore a suit, with a bow tie and everything. The whole way there he was tugging at the tie and loosening it as it was annoying him.

”Stop tugging at the tie JJ,” you whispered to him as you both entered the overly expensive kook party.

He just grumbled under his breath as he dropped his hands to his side. He said the whole way here and the whole you got ready, “You’re lucky you’re my best friend,”

You both made it to a table outside to the pavilion; your arm laced with his. You could see kooks staring at him with confused look, but you didn’t care; he was your best friend. The only reason you were invited was because Rafe got you on the list months ago. You were a pogue. You weren’t a kook. You just wanted to piss off Rafe, to make him, and of course spend time with JJ.