Traditional Dining Room
Image of a large, elegant kitchen/dining room combination with a medium-tone wood floor and a red floor and beige walls.
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RIBBED SHORT CO-ORD SET- PEACHY PINK
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when you start dating pope, it’s like you’ve also started dating jj. they come as a joint package, which you kind of already knew but not to this extent. jj almost always crashes your dates, shows up to the picnic you packed and spread out on a towel at the beach, starts snacking on the heart-shaped fruit you’d cut up for pope. sometimes the two of you ditch dinner because he needs to run to go help one of this friends—more often than not, it’s jj. even when you’re just cuddling in pope’s room, sneaking up there to be alone even though his parents know and love you, you’ll hear the roar of jj’s bike and groan into pope’s chest.
if you’re annoyed (besides for the occasional whine) you don’t show it to your boyfriend. this is his best friend, and by association, should be your friend too. you welcome him to everything you and pope are doing, pack extra food just in case, make pope buy a large cream when he really wanted a small because you know jj will eat the rest.
it’s nice, you’re beginning to think. you just want pope to be pleased with you—which he always is. you don’t understand the implications of this little trio you’ve become a part of until a little later.
in pope’s truck, smooshed in the front between pope driving and jj in the passenger seat. you’ve been driving for what feels like ages, listening to the two boys talk back and forth, cracking jokes and making each other laugh. you’re too sleepy to engage, quietly watching the road ahead for as long as you could before your head dips and settles onto pope’s shoulder.
“hey, pretty girl-” pope starts, trying to shift his arm to keep the wheel stable. “we’re almost there, don’t fall asleep on me now.”
you mumble something indecipherable against his shirt, when you hear jj speak up.
“nah, man, let her sleep. who knows what kinda freaky shit you put her through. she needs to rest.” you barely understand him, just hearing your boyfriend and his friend exchange words quietly, laughing.
“jj, help me out here so i can drive,” and you feel yourself being moved from pope’s shoulder by big, warm hands on your arm and then on your waist. you don’t resist, only pull away from jj’s touch to give pope a kiss on the cheek, before leaning away from him and melting into jj’s grip, head against his chest, his arm around your shoulder and hand playing with your hair. you’ve never thought about it before, but jj smells really good—not exactly the pine and saltwater and cotton scent of pope, but musky like the forest and the sand at the beach. you’re out within a minute, chest rising and falling evenly and quiet snores filling the truck.
jj stares down at you in his arms for a little too long, and then looks up at pope, who’s looking at the two of you. they both smile.
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