The Pogues - Blog Posts

A/n; This will have a couple parts. I haven't finished part one of s4, but this is loosely from what I've seen. With a twist ;)

Warnings; fluff, slight angst, no Jiara, No hate to Kiara, but she does like JJ (even if he's already got a girlfriend) on a brighter note more Pope :)

"Yeah, man, Cleo made me this peppered dish, and it was magic, let me tell you," JJ was staring at Pope, his hands balling in excitement, knees bending as he explained, his eyes closed briefly. The blond snickered, watching his friend's animations, to which Pope straightened up, leaning back against the dock, casually shrugging it off, "I mean I couldn't feel my face, but," he looked around making sure the coast was clear, knowing Sarah or Kie would have gossiped like nobody's business, "worth it."

"I'm happy for you man," JJ said, reaching into his pocket, fetching his lighter, his tan fingers grasping the cold metal, running over the initials as he reached for the freshly (as of yesterday) rolled blunt. His other, patting Pope's shoulder. It was nice to see the pogues finally getting the peace they deserved, and Pope happy with Cleo after his short lived fling with Kie, they don't talk about it.

Speaking of which, she was spotted, storming down the driveway, water drops glistening on her warm skin, her hair stringy, and loosely framing her face as she raked a towel across her shoulders. JJ was quick to notice, the unmistakable, progressing grumble falling from her sunken lips, curved into a sour expression, "check it, dude" he interrupted, the two's eyes following the sway of her hips, matching her face-paced steps up against the plank stairs.

The door swung open, she disappeared inside, the boys following suit after J delicately placed his weed behind the safety of the rope railings, jogging to catch up.

JJ entered the house, hearing distant voices, he could tell it was tense, the silence blanketed the atmosphere, and a latch unhooked, Pope head hung headed towards a confused JJ.

"What happened? He whispered, gripping Pope's shoulder, his concern had seemed to fade in the two seconds the blond was out of the house. He still didn't get an answer, instead a distant shrug, indicating it couldn't have been good.

He continued forward, his ringed fingers gripping the end of the wall, he listened intently, hearing the cluttering of dishes, and the heavy metal clanging, he flinched at the sound, boxing up, he stiffened the wall.

He could tell she was unhappy.After the heavy clatter had died down, he peeked his head from around the corner, seeing her pulling her shirt over her head, the wet fabric smacking against the counter. JJ eased from behind his defense, revealing himself to her, hands thrown up in surrender, "what happened?”

Topper and his stupid kook friends," nothing more had to be said. His hands lowered to his side as he stepped closer, which she allowed. She let him into her personal space, his touch slowing the hand that was scrubbing her arm harshly, now moving the rag in cautious, immediate circles.

An intimate silence had fallen over them, especially under the sound of running water and gentle breathing.

JJ's fingers slipped beneath hers, her rosy knuckles uncoiling as he took over, dragging the material in delicate motions, his eyes following what he was doing.

Kiara's guarded stance had dropped significantly, shoulders relaxing, and her metal rings glided over the edge of the sink while he worked on her back. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” His knuckles dragged against her soft skin, skimming the side of her spine, sending a facial jolt through her. She wanted to, of course she did, but she simply shook her head, her teeth sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to calm herself.

“How about with Pope?” He’s noticed when Kiara and Pope are around each other things get tense.

He wouldn't say anything for the sake of his friend, but it must have meant she felt it too, refusing to answer him or even look in his direction.Now JJ was torn, on one hand his friend needed help on the other Topper had to be dealt with.

“Done,” he murmured, tossing the damp towel against the counter top. Kiara's back arched against the cold air, the warmth from their closeness fading, JJ watch her spine curve, her body turning around to face him.Her lips were curled in a pout, her hair strung over her shoulder, thickly clumped together over her eyes, and her hand holding her elbow, tapping her rings and bracelets against her forearm.

JJ stood still, reaching out, he pushed her hair back behind her ears, her dimpled smile making an appearance, wavering as he took a step back. She accepted the distance with a drawn out blink, almost willing him back over, but instead she breathed out a thank you.

“ ‘Course,” he offered a tight lipped smile, “what are friends for?”

Friends? They just had a moment and he's calling her a friend? She scoffed to herself, leaning back against the counter, watching him walk off towards the door.

Now that that was taken care of, JJ headed back to the dock, surely to find Pope, smoking his blunt, angrily inhaling, and with a small cough breathing it out. Smoking wasn't his thing.

He liked a clear train of thought, but it seems his distasteful interaction had disgruntled him.

“Pope,” JJ summoned what was left of his enthusiasm, approaching slinging his arm around the guy’s shoulder, plucking the weed from his hand. He brought it to his lips, taking a quick huff, tossing it over the railing, into the water.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry.” He shook his head, pushing the bottom of his jacket up, his hands finding his pockets, “nah, man, it's not your fault,” he shrugged.

Yet here he stood apologizing. He knew that even though he would deny it, the apology meant a lot to Pope. “We cool?” “...Like chili,” Pope fished his hand out his pocket, the two fist bumped, patting each other on the back, the mood seeming to make it's way back to them.

Pt.II coming soon

Musicians are leading the public in a rendition of Fairytale Of New York outside Sweny’s pharmacy in central Dublin. A large crowd has turned out for the funeral procession of Shane MacGowan before his funeral in Co Tipperary.

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──Tiene sentido ──afirmó Amelie, pensativa. JJ la observó con su ceño fruncido, sin terminar de entenderla──. Quiero decir, Mallory es... superior a mi en todos los aspectos posibles.

──¿En verdad crees eso? ──cuestionó JJ, acercándose a Amelie con lentitud, tan dolido como ella. ¿Cómo podía pensar aquello teniéndolo a él a su merced?

A JJ no le preocupaba Mallory, ni mucho menos lo que ella piense sobre él y Amelie. Tan solo quería lograr quitarle a Amelie toda esa inseguridad. Deseaba que ella pudiese verse con sus ojos, y así, podría estar satisfecha con ella misma. Según JJ, ella es tan extraordinaria, que la palabra "perfección" no bastaría para detallar cada hermosa particularidad que él le encontraba.

──Pues... Mallory es... bastante bonita.

──Y tú eres jodidamente hermosa, Ames.

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──Vamos, Ames...

Tras no obtener respuesta alguna de la nombrada, JJ suspiró, dándose por vencido.

Y así, sumidos en la incomodidad del silencio, Amelie y JJ examinaron la zona tal y como Pope lo había mandado.

Era extraño estar siendo acompañada por JJ y estar en silencio. Por lo general, de entre todos los integrantes del grupo, JJ y Amelie eran los más charlatanes, y era peor si se encontraban juntos. Pero ahora, estaban juntos, y en silencio. Un silencio que pareció durar años.

──Ames, vamos, no puedes estar enfadada conmigo hasta que mueras  ──resopló JJ, con súplica──. ¿O si? ──añadió para él, pensativo.

Finalmente, Amelie decidió dar su brazo a torcer. Se dio la media vuelta y enfrentó al rubio.

──Sí puedo ──inició ella con su reproche──. Anoche me dijiste cosas hirientes. Cosas que sabes que me duelen oír. No te importó lastimarme, ¿y ahora quieres que finja que nada ha pasado? ──cuestionó, incrédula.

JJ observó sus zapatos con incomodidad. Luego, su mirada volvió a subir a Amelie.

──Lo sé, admito que estuve mal... pero sabes que no se me da muy bien pedir disculpas. Nunca lo he hecho. O al menos, nunca había sentido este tipo de arrepentimiento en serio ──contestó JJ, con mirada suplicante. A pesar de lo convincente que sonó, Amelie no se rindió.

──Pues conmigo deberás aprender a pedir disculpas ──aseguró, ganándose una derrotada mirada por parte de JJ. Él no parecía estar seguro de que aquello vaya a salir bien, por lo que volvió a murmurar──. Me lastimaste, JJ. Eras la última persona que me hubiera imaginado diciéndome tales cosas...

──Soy un idiota, Amelie. No... no merezco que me perdones, solo estaba... ──titubeaba JJ, pero, cuando estuvo por llegar al final, pareció arrepentirse de la información que casi iba a soltar──. Estaba... Mierda.

──Te dejaré pensarlo ──dijo Amelie, queriendo alejarse.

Sin querer su alejamiento otra vez, JJ extendió una de sus manos y tomó la mano de Amelie, deteniéndola.

──Espera, por favor ──pidió, asegurándose de que Amelie no volvería a intentar escapar.

La razón por la que se mantuvo allí fue porque JJ en verdad se veía arrepentido. Amelie tenía en cuenta que JJ jamás suplicaba o rogaba, mucho menos por un perdón de ella.

──Estaba celoso ──finalmente, lo soltó. Lo soltó tan rápido que Amelie no pudo asegurarse de que había oído bien. Tan rápido, que él pareció arrepentirse tras ver la duda en Amelie.

──¿Celoso? ¿Por qué? ──interrogó la castaña. Desde que tenía uso de razón, JJ nunca se había puesto celoso por ella.

──Porque... yo... ──JJ parecía querer decir algo, pero, sea lo que sea, no lo hizo, y Amelie tuvo que quedarse con la tortuosa duda──. Porque creí que nos dejarías por Jack. Que... serían buenos amigos como... nosotros.

Amelie reprimió una risa. JJ frunció su ceño, sospechando que Amelie había descubierto su mentira.

──Puedo tener más amigos que ustedes, JJ ──explicó ella, intentando no demostrar lo raro que se le estaba haciendo hablar con su mejor amigo sobre los celos──. Eso no significa que los dejaré. Nadie sería capaz de tener una amistad como la que tengo contigo. Jamás. Es, científicamente, imposible.

Esta vez fue JJ quien sonrió, sus hombros parecieron dejar de estar tensos.

──Me alegra saber eso ──aseguró, aunque hubiese sido mentira, de cierta manera, sí le agradaba saberlo──. Hablando en serio, Ames, perdóname por ser un idiota y decirte todas esas cosas de las que, por cierto, no estoy de acuerdo.

──Está bien, cuando estamos enfadados decimos cosas que sabemos que le hieren al otro, pero eso no significa que creamos eso.

Luego, llegaron los segundos más largos en la vida de ambos. JJ sonrió con ternura, encontrándose nuevamente con los ojos de Amelie. Esos que siempre le recordaban que, si le gustaba, podría hacerlo cada vez más con tan solo mirarlos.

Tal vez, ambos pensaron en el otro más de lo que deberían durante toda su amistad. Porque allí, mirándose mutuamente, pudieron encontrar todos esos recuerdos en los que desearon ser más que amigos.

Allí, Amelie y JJ descubrieron que, tal vez, aquellos sentimientos eran correspondidos.

Una de las manos de JJ se posó sobre la mejilla de Amelie. La acunó con delicadeza y acarició su rostro, como si de un trozo de cristal se tratase, admirando su suavidad. Amelie cerró sus ojos, dejándose llevar. A pesar de no verlo, supo que JJ continuó observándola.

──Ames...