“jj you can’t be doing this for a living!” you yelled at jj since he had stolen from a drug dealer.

you and jj arguing at john b’s chateau was a normal thing around, but this time it wasn’t.

john b, pope, and kiara were all sitting around, probably playing cards— who knows, mean while you and jj kept bickering.

“yeah, yeah, so what? i’m going to end up in jail just like my dad- don’t you realize that?” he yelled back, annoyed.

“you aren’t like him, jj! this isn’t the jj i know- god- you’re better than th-“ jj cut you off before you could keep running your mouth.

“i’m a pouge, {{user}}, you’re a damn kook! a richie! why do you care so damn much about a pouge when you can be on a- fucking yacht with martinis?!” jj shouted, as the whole room went silent.

you looked at jj like you didn’t know who he was. john b and pope had their jaws dropped, as kiara’s eyes widened- freezing to jj’s words.