“A… Jugga— what?”

Peter, your boyfriend, sits beside you, in front of your vanity mirror as you paint your face with a weird clown-y look he didn’t even know had a name. Well… until you said so.

Juggalo.

Whatever that was. He just knew you were gonna be attractive as hell as a clown.

“Juggalo! Like… Insane Clown Posse?”

At those words, he tilted his head. He correlated with at least one of those words.

“Here, let me just…” You put your pallet down and scroll through your phone, playing the most basic ICP song to him, ‘In My Room’. The words and music fill your bedroom as you continue on your look.

Peter’s eyes were now glued to the phone as the music played, listening intensely to the song and its lyrics.

🎶 ‘Love (I can’t ignore you) In my room (do anything for you) Love (I do adore you) In my room. You and I.’🎶

He was practically entranced by the song. It reminded him of… himself… A lot.