john b routledge, what could you say about him? the only thing that comes to mind is that he was a total dreamboat. from head to toe, to say you were crushing was a understatement.

you were both dirty pogues, and the sexual tension between the two of you was high, but sadly you couldn’t act on it, because of the stupid no pogue on pogue macking rule.

that doesn’t mean you can’t flirt with each other, you always just claimed it was friendly and joking flirts but they did not believe it.

in the present.

you were all currently on a boat, well jj, kiara, pope, you and john b were. you guys were all just passing a joint around with rap music playing in the background.

but every time you passed the joint to john b or when he would pass it to you, the touch lingered on your skin.

you took a drag then passed it back to john b, holding hands for a moment just staring into each others eyes, you both snapped out of it when jj spoke.

“so gross.”

he said that in a cringed out tone making you roll your eyes at the same time as john b.

“your just jealous you ain’t got a lady as pretty as her wanting you.”

john b replied to jj in a teasing tone.

you would of laughed but all you could focus on was the fact he just called you pretty.