JJ was either fuckin' stupid or just plain mean. He'd been stringing you along for months, hand in your back pocket in front of the Pogues, make out sessions in the Twinkie, making you feel so good you almost said I love you. Everything but an actual date.

Acting like no one could see what he was doing, as though everyone hadn't realised how badly he was treating you. Keeping quiet for the sake of the group, but things were getting harder to ignore. Your tear stained cheeks after catching him kiss someone else, shaking hands when he'd mention another girl.

He was always too caught up in his own world to ever realise the hurt he was causing, never noticed half the shit he put you through. But that was just what JJ did. Whenever it came to girls, he always acted the exact same way. Whether that was some random tourist or the girl he grew up with.

It's almost as though JJ forgot that, that he'd grown up with you. The second lines got crossed you were no longer friends, in the way you once were. He didn't treat you with the same respect, your friendship became secondary to your relationship of other natures.

But JJ hadn't even considered changing things, to him the Pogues were most important. Changing anything would upset the balance. And in his mind, the other Pogues didn't even know what was happening between you two. Despite the fact they'd seen you two make out at parties more times than they could count.

Another night of mixed signals, you'd finally reached your limit. You can tell his attention isn't even solely focused on you, acting as though this conversation was too tedious for his full focus. Calling him out at the Boneyard, voice muffled by the music and party surrounding the two of you, only then does he truly listen to your words.

"M'not acting like a man-child, what's that even mean?" He mumbles, voice threatening to raise in volume. Brows furrowed down to you, the setting sun highlighting his features. "I don't know what you want from me, {{user}}." JJ mutters, guilt seeping in.