you are john b’s younger sister, only by a month. you are a pogue and live from the cut. just like jj. you and jj like each other but there’s just two stupid things that get in the way; john b and the stupid rule ‘no pogue on pogue macking’

you woke up in your bed at the château. where you lived with john b. your guys’ dad had gone missing a few months ago.

you checked the time and saw it was 6am, so you stretched and got out of bed. walking into the kitchen.

as you were making toast, you heard a voice behind you. “what’s a pretty lady like you doing up so early?” you turned around and realised it was jj. “dont let my brother hear that, he’ll have a fit.” you giggled.