𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 , 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

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wrenleys pov: 

i was born a kook, my parents weren't the richest on figure eight but, kind of close to it. when my parents divorced— my mom kept the house, forcing my dad to move out. he moved to the cut, which was the only place he could afford. my parents ended up getting 50/50 custody so i've always switched between houses regularly.

i mean well— i was supposed to. i'm never really home, i try not to be.

ever since my parent's divorce, i've always felt more of a pogue than a kook. well to be honest, i've never really felt like a real kook, i'm not really sure why either. i don't really have friends back on figure eight, just sarah. she's been one of my best friends since i met her my first day at kildare academy.

all my friends live on the cut— the pogues, john b, pope, kiara, and my best friend jj. kiara, sarah, and i used to all be best friends since we all went to kildare academy, but we kind of had a falling out... that's how i know pope, john b, and jj.

we hang out pretty much everyday now that it's summer, plus i don't think anyone really wants to leave john b alone right now. after his dad went missing, we all got worried about him being in the house alone you know?

right now we were all just kind of hanging around, john b trying to balance himself on top of a roof with a beer in his hand. pope is of course worried about him falling.

"that's what? a three story fall to the deck? i give you about a one in three chance of survival." he says holding a tool in his hand.

john b licks his finger, pointing it up to the sky, "hm, should I do it?"

"yeah, jump, i'll shoot you on the way down." pope says aiming the tool at him.

"you'll shoot me?" john b asks. i roll my eyes and jj chuckles next to me, holding a beer in his hand.

kiara suddenly appears, "they're gonna have japanese toilets with towel warmers."

"of course they are, why wouldn't they?" jj answers her. "this used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles i guess."

"i cant have cold towels." jj jokes and i chuckle, slightly shoving him.

"can you please not kill yourself?" kie tells john b. "yeah that wouldn't really be convenient..." i add and jj laughs.

"don't spill that beer," jj warns, "i'm not giving you another one."

as if right on cue, john b almost loses his balance and drops the beer right on the ground. "of course you did that right when i told you not to." jj jokes.

'a' plus" pope sarcastically adds. "jesus john b." i face palm and kie adds a "dumbass."

pope walks over to the side and alarms us that security is here.

"boys are here early today." john b says and jj tells us "let's roll." he offers me a hand up like he always does and i accept it. "lets get outta here"

"gary is that you?" jj yells, "gary good to see you man!"

"seriously jayj?" i tell him as we all begin to make a run for it. gary yells at us to stop as we dodge the guards, kie and i making a run for the twinkie.

i watch the boys make a jump over the fence and they safely make it into the car. jj mockes gary as he tries to catch up to the twinkie and i tell him to stop.

"they don't pay you enough, bro"

"jj stop, stop" i tell him. "oh come on, that sort of initiative is just begging to be punished." i shake my head and let out a chuckle.

——

later that night we were all hanging at the chateau. the chateau is where i usually spend my nights. i hate being home— either home, and i try not be there as often as i can.

after pope and kie leave and i'm just about to fall asleep, i feel a sudden weight on the pull out. i let out a confused and tired groan.

"sorry— its just me" i recognize jj's voice.

"i thought you were sleeping on the bed?" i ask

"didn't feel like it." he responds quietly as he lays down to face me. i give him a faint smile. it was always easier to fall asleep when jj was around. i was beginning to think that i wouldn't be able to fall asleep without him there.

for some reason he just always made me feel safe, i guess that's why it always felt easier to fall asleep next to him. hes jj, i know him, i've known him, and he knows me.