(BOOK ONE)
"...𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.."
"𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
willow bradshaw was a pogue, born and raised. she was the type of girl to either be high, drunk off her ass, or simply both. she hung around t...
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"We're the pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time."
Willow tilted her head back, chugging down her can of beer while John B stood on the edge of the roof. Pope had just taken notice once Willow tossed her can aside, sighing as she felt the last gulp of alcohol burn her throat. She placed her right hand over her eyes to block out the sunlight from the sunset as she stared up at John B once Pope spoke up, "That's what, a three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."
"That concrete is not gonna feel great. You'll fall right down and splat!", Willow clapped her hands together roughly, causing the three boys to glance over at her. "You're dead in point three seconds."
"Thanks for that commentary.", John B raised his beer can, resulting in her giving him a thumbs up. John B and Willow had a strong connection, being that she looked up to John B as a role model. With his dad being lost at sea, he's been adamant about awaiting his father's arrival. She envied him for being so hopeful, only hoping one day she'd have just as much hope in life as he does. Within a second, he licked his finger before raising it into the air as he felt the wind against the wettened tip of his finger. Turning his head to look towards the group, he asked, "Should I do it?"
"Yeah, you should jump.", Pope replied, holding a power drill in the air as he pointed it towards John B. Pope was a bright individual, the smartest of the group. He was also the most forgiving of the group, so it only made sense when he was the first one to actually agree on letting Willow back in. He saw just how sorry she felt for standing behind the kooks as they tortured them; hell, did he have a good eye when it came to reading people. "I'll shoot you on the way down."
"You'll shoot me?", John B asked before pointing his finger at Pope, making a finger gun before acting as if he pulled the trigger. "Pew!"
Willow let out a short laugh, glancing between the two boys before Kie came walking out onto the deck. As she made eye contact with the girl, she stood up to her full height as she brushed off the sawdust that was on her shorts from where she was sitting on the deck. She turned her head over her shoulder, looking down to see if she had gotten the rest but she couldn't see it that well. "Hey, Kie, do I have anything on my ass?"
"Yeah, your ass.", She gave her a sly grin, walking past Willow as she huffed. Now, Kie didn't necessarily enjoy the company of the blonde girl at first when she came back but after a lot of kissing up, Kie tolerated her. After that toleration, Kie was quick to start treating her as a true pogue again. "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers."
"Of course they are, why wouldn't they?", JJ asked, watching Willow continue trying to brush her shorts off. JJ Maybank was the only pogue in the group that still hadn't forgiven her for her crimes against pogues. There had been moments where he had recalled seeing her laugh, or just stand there watching, as the kooks mistreated him and his friends. Although he believed she was a cruel person, he honestly couldn't deny her beauty. Knowing her mother, it wasn't exactly a shock that her daughter came out looking as beautiful as she did. As he watched her with a smirk evident in his expression, he took a long swig of his beer before calling out to her. "Willow stop touching yourself."
