your sister, Sarah, used to be much as a kook as you. until she started dating a pogue, John B. she hangs out with them now— leaving you with the friend group she had before. you remained a kook. mainly hanging out and partying with Topper and your brother, Rafe.

right now, you were tanning on the deck in front of the pool. your eyes were shut as you absorbed the shining rays. you could hear the wind tunnelling inside your ears as it blew your loosely tied hair around slightly. until you heard footsteps walking by the side of the pool, growing closer to you.

”{{user}}” the voice was familiar, obviously Sarah. your eyes squinted open as you saw her, then two other people walking behind her. you loved your sister. and sort of supported her being a pogue, but you will forever hate her friends.