It had been 3 years since Sarah and John B had their kid.
We were all still living together at Poguelandia 2.0, running the surf shop and charter business. Sarah and John B had given birth to a son, and he was adored by each and every last Pogue in the house.
The little boy was the golden boy of Poguelandia, having literally everyone wrapped around his tiny finger. John B and Sarah knew this, and let him get away with more than he probably should..
But they couldn’t help it, the sight of JJ and everyone doting on the little boy and spoiling him as if he were our own, warmed their hearts.
Jacob, their son, obviously had favourites, and of course it was you and JJ. As he got older and started to walk around, he quickly clung to you and JJ and would follow us everywhere.
Currently, we were all sat in the kitchen. The boys were playing a ‘friendly’ game of poker, at the table, whilst Sarah and Cleo were baking in the kitchen. Jacob was currently playing on the kitchen floor with his toy cars.
Every so often, Jacob would occasionally look up at you, as if he was checking to make sure that you were still nearby - a habit he no doubt picked up from JJ. He’d flash you the cutest little smile, before going back to playing with his toy cars and trucks.
You smile down at him, chuckling softly, while taking a sip of beer. You reached down and ruffled his hair, smiling more at the little giggles that left him.
He continues to play with his toys, occasionally making 'vroom' noises and other cars sounds. After watching him for a while, you finish your beer and look down at the little boy.
"Hey, buddy. You wanna go outside for a bit?"
“Yeah!” He says, excited. Almost immediately, he dropped the cars and runs over to you, looking up at you and holding his arms up, waiting for you to pick him up.
You chuckle at his eagerness, but not surprised. There wasn't anywhere this kid wouldn't go without you. You pick him up, placing him on your hip, before carrying him outside, making sure to tell Sarah before you left.
2 hours pass, before you decide to head back to the house. The sky had transformed into an array of colours, each representing dusk. As you walked back to Poguelandia, Jacob was still sitting there in your arms, his little arms wrapped around your neck as he laid his head against your shoulder.
You walk up to the porch, the two of you both still drenched from the ocean, when you'd had a little water fight. As you open the door to the kitchen, you notice that all the boys had abandoned the poker game - with all the cards still left - and the girls were also sat with them.
John B and JJ were the first ones to spot you and Jacob, the two of them immediately looking over to you. They couldn’t help but chuckle at how drenched you and the kid were, knowing that the two of you had clearly been in the ocean. Sarah and the others looked over at you too and also chuckled at your soaked states.
"What? We went swimming." You shrug, casually. It was as if the two of you coming home drenched was a rare occasion, which it definetly was not. Most of the times you arrived home, you and Jacob would be pitted in messes.
Jacob giggled in my arms, reaching for Sarah as she walked over with a towel. "Mama! I won water fight!" He exclaimed, which was an absolute lie, you'd won by far.
Once he was out of your arms and back in Sarah's, you shook your head, but didn't say anything. It was obvious to everyone, that there was no way Jacob could win anything, against an adult. But his imagination wasn't something you wanted to mess with.
You hand the dripping wet boy over to Sarah. "I'm going for a shower." You say, before heading out the room and up the stairs. As you passed JJ, who was chatting with Pope and Cleo, you ruffled his hair, which instantly made him melt.
As soon as you had made it to the bathroom, you immediately started to take off your wet clothes, dropping them onto the floor and stepping into the shower.
It was only a few moments later, when JJ finally knocked on the bathroom door. You knew he would. As soon as you ruffled his hair, he took it as a little signal to come and join you.
"Yeah?" You shout out, despite already knowing who it was and what he was doing. On the other side of the door, JJ chuckled when he heard your response.
“It’s me.” He said, before leaning against the door and waiting for your response.
"You can come in." I shout out at him, as I start to wash my hair in the shower. "Door's unlocked."
Almost straight away, after you responded to him, JJ smirked and pushed the door open, walking into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, before he made his way over to the shower. He stopped next to the shower, leaning against the wall as he watched you through the foggy glass.
His eyes raked over your naked, dripping body. No matter how many times he'd seen you naked, he would always treat you like the jewel Indiana Jones would go chasing after in one of his films.
"Hey there, perv." You smirk, looking back over your shoulder, as you turn your head to look back at him.
JJ chuckled when you called him a perv, a little inside joke between the two of you, that seemed to refuse to die out. With a smirk growing on his face, he continued to watch you. He rolled his eyes playfully.
“I’m not a perv.” He said, still leaning against the wall and watching you. Despite his words, his actions continued to say otherwise - as well as his body.
"Says the guy that's watching me shower. That's kinda pervy, baby." You say, as you continue to wash your hair, as if your boyfriend wasn't watching you.
JJ laughs again, rolling his eyes once more. He shakes his head jokingly. “How can I not watch you?” He says with a smirk, he walks over to the shower and leans against the wall, near the door.
You chuckle, a smirk playing on your lips, as he moves closer. "Got a good enough view?"
JJ laughed, rolling his eyes once more before looking at you and smirking. “I could always have a better view.” He teased, his eyes continuing to rake up and down your body, before settling on your face.
"Yeah? Then why don't you join me?" You smirk, knowing that suggestion was what he was searching for this whole time from you. And just like that, his clothes were thrown across the bathroom floor, before he joined you in the shower.
And let's just say.. thank god, you now had the money to waste. Because the water bill.. was gonna be HIGH.
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Just recently watched Wicked: For Good (absolutely loved it!) and I've been playing around with this idea.. enjoy!
NOT CANON!
Warnings: betrayal?, emotional cheating, sad ig?, idk.
She'd been the new girl at the school, the one everyone avoided like the plague, just because she was a little different. The truth was, she was the only Kook at an all Pogue school: 'Kildare County High.' Kooks were the natural enemy of the Pogues - as where they had cash and wealth; Pogues lacked.
Feeling bad for her, you went over to her one lunchtime, introducing yourself, in which you earned her name in return - Kiara Carrera.
And the rest was history!
You became fast friends, learning everything about the other and never being seen apart. After a couple of days, you decided to introduce her to your friends: John B Routledge, Pope Heyward and your boyfriend, JJ Maybank.
You'd told her about JJ and how much you loved him pretty much every day, but she never complained. She enjoyed hearing you speak about him with such passion, and was especially fascinated with how different he sounded coming from you, than all the rumours she'd been told.
When JJ and Kiara met, you were so happy and excited that your new best friend and boyfriend were getting along so well, that you were completely oblivious to the sparks that surrounded the two of them.
A couple weeks later, during a free period, you'd spent the whole hour looking for any sign of Kiara or JJ, but came up empty-handed. When 3rd period Science began, you took your seat and watched as Kiara and JJ walked in together, late.
They'd apologised to the teacher, before taking their seats on either side of you. You looked up at JJ with a questioning glance, to which he only replied with his usual smirk and a quick kiss to your forehead. While the kiss slightly settled your stomach, you couldn't help but feel as though you had missed a few chapters..
And so, when you brought it up to Kiara at lunchtime, she replied with a soft smile and: "I found a little puppy in trouble and in a bad condition, so I asked JJ for help and he helped me take it to the shelter."
"Oh. Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you.."
"Sorry, my phone died and JJ was the closest one to me." She replied, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Next time."
You smiled and put it to bed, deciding that it wasn't worth it and that it was better to trust your best friend and your boyfriend.
When summer came around, things between you and JJ had shifted. He was no longer the loving and attentive boyfriend, who'd hold your hands or your waist - always wanting a hand on or near you - who'd kiss you in front of everyone - always leading to a hot makeout against the lockers.
He was just.. different.
And you didn't know what was wrong. Had you done something to upset him? Or was he simply just going through a phase?
When you brought this up to Kiara, she shrugged and replied with some excuse about how boys act like dicks sometimes, but they'll go back to normal eventually.
But something inside you told you different, something inside you told you she was wrong. And that this wasn't just a phase or anything you'd done. Perhaps.. he was feeling things he wasn't supposed too, but he was just trying to avoid them - in a typical JJ fashion.
And after watching and being stuck on the side-line for a while, you started to piece together what was really going on..
happy , finally has a true home , playful , excitable , good boyfriend , now rich , good friend , finally has a family , Captain Maybank , charter captain , slightly less reckless , truly happy ...
