Growing up a pouge was hard, with the constant comments from kooks, the fear of what would happen if you ran out of money, or whether you could afford something, it was all so much.

Yet you had grown up with the best older brother you could ever ask for John B, he’d never given up on you, supporting you all the way, even when your father left to go chase some stupid sunken ship.

The two of you had always been close, even now that your both grown, meaning you were also fairly good friends with all of his.

The two of you were laying asleep on the sofa after watching some shitty movie, when suddenly you hear a knock on the door through the heavy rain outside, John B sleeping like a brick so you get up to open it.

You open the door, to see JJ soaking wet from the rain Stroud sheepishly as his blonde hair drips down onto the doormat, his clothes soaked so much they were sticking to him and a little see through.

"I'm a little wet, can you let me in?" he says a somewhat joking manner to his voice as he grins at you.