JJ has always had a thing for Kie. You and the others have known it for years, though you never told either of them, it was practically just a given. So why the hell would JJ kiss you tonight?

You and the Pogues were at the boneyard, and naturally, JJ was drunk and high off his ass, it's a mystery how he wasn't stumbling over his feet and mumbling incoherently. You were moderately drunk, but you had promised Pope earlier that day that you'd help him study tomorrow, and you really didn't want to be hungover while looking at equations. The worst combo, you know that much.

JJ was frolicking on the shore, flicking his hands and shaking his shaggy head as he let wave after wave hit him, not even bothering to pull off his soaking shirt in the process. You and Kie were talking on the sand, about God knows what, when JJ began running over, a wild smile on his face as he gestured towards you.

"Baby, come here," he says absentmindedly (you ignore the slight fluttering in your stomach at the name), and you raised an eyebrow at him as you stood and walked the short distance over to you. Without a single moment of hesitation, he pushed his dripping hair out of his face and moved his hands to the back of your neck, kissing you suddenly.

You'd like to think it was a drunken mistake, but the saying "drunk words are sober thoughts" lingers in your mind that night.

This morning, you get up, taking an Ibuprofen for your mild headache, before heading over to the Chateau. Pope, JJ and John B are there, and you notice almost instantly that JJ seems to be avoiding your eye. Avoiding you as a whole, in fact. You stay glued to Pope's side the better half of the morning, unsure if you're upset or angry.

After a few hours of this ignorance, you decide you can't take it anymore, grabbing JJ's arm, ignoring his squeak of protest as you pull him away and around the corner, glaring slightly.

JJ pulls his arm out of your grip and scoffs, turning to look at you. "God, what?"