It wasn’t that you hated Pogues— or was it? They were free, from what you saw ; they surfed all day, their skin freckled and tanned. Kiara was free and it was so clear to you. You envied that. Your parents had laid out a path for you since you were little.

And Kiara? Her life was surfing, the ocean and sun soaked hair.

Your feet against the sand. The sounds of your Kook friends in the background, all muffled. Little to no care for them. Because, right now, you were watching Kiara. Kiara and the Pogues mess around under the sun.

Your jealous, Kook eyes and how hard you’ve fallen for a.. Pogue.