HAYLOFT jj maybank

once a pogue, always a pogue

Chapter One:
once a pogue, always a pogue

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The Boneyard was the last place Gwen wanted to be, however, her mom had been on her ass recently for the pink streaks in her hair (she didn't care if she was a 'Kook', a tradition started with the Pogues is still a tradition) and she was desperate to get drunk and relax for once. Kelce had picked her up, along with Sarah and Topper, and they'd both agreed that they could make out with other people (they had an arrangement of sorts) as long as Kelce took her back to the Cameron's place. Sarah, for some reason, loved getting drunk at these parties and was always so excited for them. As always, Gwen was sent to the kegger to get the drinks, the Kooks thought John B would be nicer to her, but she always made a Touron get them for her to avoid awkward encounters (she'd press hazy kisses to their cheeks or mouths as a sign of her gratitude— JJ always noticed this part).

This time, Gwen was disappointed with the Tourons that were there so had decided to get the drinks directly. Steeling herself, she walked up to John B with a kind smile. "Hi Booker. Uh can I get four please?" she hummed softly, the boy's head shooting up at the sound of her voice, Wendy's voice, and nodded rapidly. She took each cup (taking a large swig out of Topper's) and balanced them in her hands, holding one in her mouth, teeth clutching the plastic for dear life. With a muffled grunt of appreciation, she flashed John B what resembled a mawkish grin before waltzing away to her friends.

JJ approached John B slowly, grabbing the tap out of his tanned hand and filling his solo cup with shitty beer, nose twitching as he watched Wendy disappear amongst the throng of people. "Yo uh, Wendy... she never gets the drinks in person," he observed, lifting the red solo cup to his lips, and sipping at the alcohol, ignoring the bitter taste flooding his mouth (not from the alcohol, but from the sight of Wendy and John B) and swallowed, a sharp grin carving his face into a jovial mask of indifference (his drunk face). John B shrugged harshly, filling his own cup again and taking a large gulp, peering at the amber liquid sloshing in the plastic.

"Uhm so... what— what did she say?" JJ asked, voice tiny and quiet, face flushing in his semi-drunken state and in embarrassment. John B laughed brazenly, eyes crinkling as he stared at his best friend, recognising the jealousy swimming in his azure irises clear as day, his heart warming, JJ hadn't been openly jealous over Wendy in nearly a year (John B would be lying if he said he didn't miss the way JJ would practically growl at anyone who looked at her too long).

JJ nudged him in the ribs and John B smothered another laugh, this time opting to answer his friend's question— "She just asked for four drinks man, chill."

JJ shook his head childishly, blonde hair flopping over his face again, he pushed it back with his free hand, mentally cursing as his rings got tangled. "Nahhhh... that's not all of it. Why was she smiling at you like that?"

"Like what?"

"You know what."

"Uh... no. I have no clue what the fuck your saying."

JJ huffed angrily, his sharp exhale blowing his hair back. "Why was she smiling at you like Wendy used to smile at us, at me?"

John B sniggered slightly. That was Wendy, no matter what, she would always be Wendy, just not their Wendy. JJ glared at him, his grip on the red plastic in his hand tightening rapidly, crinkles appearing in the cup from the force of JJ's anger (jealousy). John B sighed, patting the blonde's shoulder, "Does it really matter man?"

Yes.

"No... whatever man, I don't care, she's a filthy Kook lover anyways," JJ growled, downing his cup and dropping it in the sand before stalking off to find a Touron to flirt with, knowing that Kie would skin him alive for littering.