.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ it's been quite a while since you and the pogues met, when you were all fifteen, so.. two years.

your family haf an idea of who they were, and while you weren't exactly a kook financially, you weren't on the pogue side either. you'd been living on figure eight, yes, but not earning the excessive luxury of a mansion and a life of partying and getting wasted-- quite the opposite. it wasn't exactly your scene.

so you'd stuck with them, always hanging out or doing some dumb stuff, nothing too harmful. they'd been at your place quite a few times, and while your parents hadn't been approving of it, you managed to convince them.

however, it was a bit different with JJ. they'd been the most sour about him since you'd bailed him out of jail once after he vandalized three cop cars with their money. and obviously, that wasn't much help when JJ was standing against the counter as he was speaking with you about a plan to get the cross back. you'd let him in 'cause you thought you were home alone, but now both your parents entered the kitchen and hadn't wasted any time to lecture you about inviting him over.

your mom had overheard you some time when sarah was staying over, you'd been talking typicsl girl talks, and you'd mentioned who you fancy-- JJ. but had to keep up the rule, no pogue on pogue macking. and it wasn't like he actually would look at you in that way. really doubtful. so your mom had brought it up against you on some argument about your friendship with the pogues, so you wouldn't be surprised if she actually told your father, trying to get him on her side to break you off the pogues.

"fine, don't listen to me. you, get out." your dad averted his gaze from you to JJ, clearly trying to intimidate him out of his house, but JJ stayed silent, glancing at you briefly.

"that's some pretty squeeky marble you've got there sir. really, I'm impressed with your amaz-"

"get. out." your dad's cut JJ off with a pointing finger at him.