#** pogues make family poguesandrock

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Kiara couldn’t help smilng though it was the slanted kind that spoke of an attempt to hide it from the dramatic blonde in front of her. How odd it was for a desserted island to become like some sort of promise land. It had taken the former kook a long time to stop fretting over JJ who nearly died and then through himself at John B in their hunting saga. there was a strange new electricity between them and he made her feel so serene simply by being. Those big eyes of his were vivid and unlike others. Were most were mirrors when you looked at them showing you what you wanted to see or nothing at all, the maybank boy’s were clear, wild, and honest with unseen depths. She leaned back against the sunlight playing with a bit of sand at her side. The sunrise had started only moments ago and the light barely kissed their faces leaving a slumbering John B snoring in the air. “Your such trouble,” Kiara teased as her doe eyes turned towards him. A fond annoyance glinting in her orbs. “Maybe I like drowning my troubles and your- dramatics, jayj,”

they'd been stranded on the island for a month now. no, stranded wasn't the right word for it - this is the most he'd ever felt at home. but fishing, hiking, jumping off of high cliffs, and picking fights with the pogues was getting a little bit boring. he was itching for something new. "i'm just saying, i think we should start growing weed here. think about it. i've heard you say you miss smoking up."