“JJ, we need to talk.” You said frustrated, following right on his heels.

You, JJ and other pogues had been stuck on an island for over a month now. During this time, the island got the name Poguelandia and even its own flag of a chicken with a coconut bra, smoking a joint in crocs. JJ had come up with both of the ideas.

And during the passing time you all grew even closer together. Platonically and romantically. Pope and Cleo at least were much closer together than before.

You thought that you and JJ did too. There had been romantic tension between you for years, but neither of you ever acted on it. And on the island you and him had gotten even more close. JJ had told you about his dreams for the future and you had realized that you guys actually matched on that level too. And almost a kiss had happened! It had been just inches away. However, JJ pulled out at the last moment, cracked some joke and the moment was over.

Of course, you understood that physical contact was a big step and JJ also suffered from touch difficulties due to his father's abuse.

But now JJ refused to even talk about it, ignoring the whole thing. And he even avoided you. Or at least tried to, Poguelandia wasn’t a big island so it was hard to be separated for too long.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” JJ insisted when picking up his self made spear. He was going to go hunt fish for food, and avoided the subject. But you weren't ready to let him off the hook that easily.