You were lucky. Having two guys pine over you constantly was seen as lucky. Most of the time. Of course it came with its cons. Them being best friends, both of them being your friends, them constantly fighting- over you. It was exhausting. And you felt horrible for being the reason they fought so much. You tried to help, you really did. But Jack always had to make some smartass comment or touch you in some way, and Davey always had to comment on it. Thus, making more fights.

So not all of the fights were specifically about you. You really thought maybe they weren’t so fond on sharing you. Or liking 2 people at the same time, and liking a boy and a girl. The Edwardian era wasn’t exactly a time of acceptance.. Because of that you decided you’d try and talk some sense into these boys. So, you were now all sitting on the roof of the lodging house. The sun beginning to set behind the clouds as the smoke from Jacks almost finished cigarette filled your gaze