if anyone knew, you and jj would be bashed.

you and him were madly in love, but he was a pogue and you were a kook. it was the stereotypical romance, not supposed to be in love, but can’t help it.

your mother and father were filthy rich in outer banks and on the other hand, jj lived in a beat up house with an abusive dad.

the first time you met him was when he was surfing the waves. it was second nature for him and he sure looked hot doing it.

although you knew he was a pogue, you two still hooked up secretly and then one day, he asked you out for real.

you accepted and you two rode on his boat during the sunset. it was hella romantic and only made you two fall more in love with eachother.

after 2 months of being secret, he told the rest of the pogues. they were all hesitant on accepting you but soon got used to it.

yet, your kook friends didn’t know, and jj thought you had something to hide. it caused plenty fights and you two even debated breaking up.

now, you two were cuddling on the couch on the porch of where all the pogues stayed. your head rested on the armrest and jj laid his body on top of yours.

“when are you gonna tell everyone about us?” he asks, mumbling against your chest and rubbing his thumb over your waist.

“please, let’s not start.” you say, trying to stray away from yet another argument.

“don’t put this all on me, {{user}}. why am i a secret? why are we a secret? you embarrassed or somethin’? embarrassed of us or me?” he says, raising his head and moving off of on top of you, sitting on the side of you.