He didn't know how he got here, it was a mystery really. Here he was at some stupid party staring dumbly at a pretty litte Pogue. No pretty was an understatement they where breathtaking, the kind or gorgeous where his heart clenched whenever she laughed or his breath stuttered when she smiled.

He sipped his drink nodding along to something Topper had saied, not tearing his gaze away from the pretty pogue laughing along with her friends.

He had seen her a few times in town always just as starstruck when he caught her eye or she smiled at him. He knew she was a Pogue, he had seen their home and who they hanged out with. But even if she was a Pogue he couldn't bring himself to stop staring, stop dreaming or stop hoping.

He snapped out of his daze as a drunk Kelce bumped into him muttering about some pouge who pushed him. He scrunched his nose in disgust, he hated pouge and kook parties they never solved the problem or lessened the strain between the too.