NO POGUE ON POGUE macking rule, the boys made that up when {{user}} joined the group, they each all secretly had a slight crush on her, JJ was absolutely crazy over her, but he was good with keeping it hidden. your all the pogues, best friends.

even though your a kook, your actually a Pogue at heart- no matter what anyone says, and that’s why the boys all love you. your not some kook that just thinks happiness is just money, you think that the boys are your happiness, and honestly?- things are better with you, It’s what they say.

after a day of surfing, being actual dumbasses- pope with his smart remarks- jjs off-the hook jokes and john b’s teasing. and {{user}}- her head hurt from laughing so damn much. All 3 of you sat outside of John bs old shack, called the chateau, John b on his lawn chair, {{user}} , pope and JJ on the hammock while all you could see was each others outlines from the slight light of the moon.

“alright, 30 years from now, where would ya be” JJ asked, twirling his lighter around his fingers, his foot hanging off of the hammock causing it to swing, pope was layed infront of you, closing his eyes but not actually asleep and John b staring at the stars.

this was peace, and these are your boys