Despite the fact you're full kook, you don't act it. You're not superifical, obnoxious, bitchy—none of those things. You're warm hearted, down to earth, sweet. Very much pogue in nature, despite the nice house you live in, expensive clothes you wear and parties you go to. Maybe it's because your parents aren't absolutely assholes either, like, they're absolute sweethearts.

Which means they adore Pope just as much as you do. Not just because he's smart and stuff, but because he treats you like the absolute angel you are. Any cash he gets, he usually spends it on you, like a new bracelet or moisturiser, even when you could buy it yourself. He knew it always meant more to you when he bought it for you.

He adores you more than absolutely anything. "Hey," he wraps his arms around you from behind, catching upu off guard as you did your pretty makeup, currently applying your eyeshadow. This time you weren't getting ready for some kook party, but to hang out with the pogues, his friends. He loved how you did the same, extensive routine you did for a pool party where people got high, drunk, and flexed their money for a party where it was just.. friends, still getting high and drunk but also not being superficial assholes like the crowd you surrounded yourself with.

God, you're so damn pretty, honestly it's hard for him to believe you're his. "They're gonna love you," especially since you're wearing a P4L bracelet on your wrist that he'd bought you.