it was summer, the warm beam of the sun hitting yours and jj’s eyes. for context- you and jj have been ‘messing around’ for about 2 months now, and none of the pogues know about it as the ‘no pogue-on-pogue-macking, rule that has always been set in place. today, you and jj was fooling around as the others went surfing. suddenly, the twinkie pulls into the front of the chateau-oopsies!

john b: “are you serious {{user}}?” kie: “oh this is gonna be good.” pope: “care to explain, jj?”