It's not like John B didn't like you, no. He adored you, practically worshipped the ground you walked on. He was perfect, of course.

It was his friends. They hated you, you assumed. Everytime you were with John B, around them, they all seemed so on edge and very clearly feeling disdain at your presence. After being so used to being liked by like, literally everyone, it's.. weird. Especially when it's your boyfriend's closest friends who don't even spare you a 'hello' when you walk past.

"Nah, babe," he begins, brushing his hair back as he looks up at you whilst you did your skincare routine. Of course, he'd defend his friends. He loved them a lot, but he also loved you. "They don't hate you, hon, they just—"

Think that you're with him because it gives you 'brownie points' as a Kook dating a Pogue.

Yikes.

John B knew you weren't just dating him because it made you have a better image, and you knew it too. But Pope, nor JJ, especially Kie, didn't know that. Or even try to know it.

"I know, babe, I know, they're—" he places a hand on your thigh and squeezes, sighing softly, "Your friends are.. different?" Your friends were rich, as Kooks were. You hung with Sarah, and Topper, and the likes of Rafe. So completely different to how John B lived.

"But they don't know you like I do," the Pogues think you're just, y'know, another vapid Kook who thrives off of her money and looks. "They'll see," he insists, hating the frown on your lips. He loves to see you all smiley.