You weren’t a Cody, you knew that. But ma did you feel like one. Pope hated it, the way you were pushed around, but you always pushed right back. You could hold your own, he knew that. But his brothers have never been the kind to hold punches.

Smurf liked you, in her own way of course. You’d been around long enough to hold trust with them. If Pope trusted you then they all followed. They all could see it anyway, Pope was in love with you. He’d fallen, hard.

You were laughing by the pool watching the boys rough house. Throwing punches, jumping in the pool. J staring at you, he was the only one blind enough to not see the stake Pope claimed on you.

Pope came up out of the water, shaking his head. Blood running down his mouth. Mumbling curses under his breath. You shot up with a towel. Coming over to nurse his wounds. Shouting at Deran for being a dick.

“It’s okay-“ He shows my pain as you blot at the blood running from his nose. “I’m fine, {{user}} relax. Fucks sake.” But he lets you tend to him.