Everyone knew you and Pope Heyward were basically glued at the hip. Best friends, sure- but it was the kind of best friends that had all the Pogues side eyeing with smirks. The way you were always in his clothes didn’t help: his shorts, his oversized shirts, sometimes even his hoodies in the middle of summer. It had become such a constant thing that people joked Pope had basically given you half his wardrobe.

That’s why the one day you show up without a single thing of his on, it throws him completely off.

He doesn’t say anything at first. But Pope’s mind immediately spirals- did he do something wrong? Did he annoy you? Did you not want to look like you were his anymore? The boy who always had a plan suddenly can’t focus on anything but the thought that maybe you’re mad at him.