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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 beach day
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Kyla woke up the next morning in JJ's bed, his arm draped over her body. They had all spent the night partying together, so the two were pretty tired.
However, she could feel him start to stir before a kiss had been placed on the side of her head. "Mornin'," he whispered and she softly laughed against his body. "Sleep well?"
"Best I've ever slept," she replied before she turned over, meeting face to face with the blonde boy. "I could get used to this."
He raised his brows. "Oh, really?" He challenged and she nodded before pressing a soft kiss on his lips. "Okay, yeah, I can get used to this, too."
They both laughed before JJ got up, putting on a shirt. "You hungry? I could put some left over mac and cheese in the microwave."
"Mac and cheese for breakfast?" She inquired, placing her elbow on the bed and lifting her head up.
"Pogue style, baby," he said, clicking his teeth together.
"Okay, yeah, sure. Oh, and don't forget to take the fork out before putting the food in the microwave. I think John B left it in there when he put the leftovers in the fridge," she reminded him, knowing he would be the one to make the microwave explode unintentionally.
"Wait, why do I gotta do that again?" JJ said in confusion.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes, his question proving her right. "Unless you want the microwave to explode, just take the fork out."
JJ nodded slowly and pointed at her. "Right..." He then backed out of the room, leaving Kyla to her thoughts.
She had no idea how she ended up with this life, but here she was. Despite all the shit that they had went through, she couldn't have been happier. Especially with JJ by her side. She couldn't believe she had known him all these years and she had just started to like him only when she joined the Pogues. She never understood why she became stuck-up a Kook. It was a mistake she'll always regret.
She thought back to a memory, the night she came home after Rafe asked her to be his girlfriend:
"Mom, I'm home!" Kyla shouted as she entered the house, a giddy smile on her face. "And guess what? Rafe asked me to be his girl—"
