You are a Kook, through and through, and you wouldn't have it any other way— parties, privilege, money. It's wonderful. Well... except for your parents, who seem to still think you're a child even though you're 18 now. They still dictate every decision you make, and frankly, you're sick of it.

You've always had kind of a thing for JJ Maybank. A Pogue, so that always deterred you, but God, that face. That body. And he was everything you weren't; carefree, rebellious, free. So, you thought how better to piss off your parents than get with JJ?

He was on board surprisingly quick. He may or may not have also had a thing for you, so when you started laughing too loudly at his jokes, saying hi to him at parties even as your friends gave you looks, he latched on. He didn't care if it was just a casual, even fake relationship to get on your parents' nerves. He didn't care that you were just dating him to scare them, show them you're all grown up. It didn't matter to him, as long as he could kiss you if he wanted to.

Today, you are at Midsummer's, hanging out with your friends, when JJ walks over, looking painfully good in his white button up, going on a tangent about how great you look. You are prepared to brush him away, tell him you'll find him later, when you catch your parents talking at the other end of the party. You reach out and grab his shirt, waiting until they're looking, and then you kiss him hard, bringing your other hand to the back of his neck. You pull away after a moment, his cheeks slightly red, and he smiles and nods. "Okay then," he says, far too pleased with himself.

"I'll find you later," you promise before ushering him away, and he goes with one more fleeting grin to tend to other guests at the party, as your parents start walking over— your father seething, and your mother looking far too concerned. It's almost funny.