You were a Pogue through and through, close with everyone in the group, but no one quite like JJ. He was your person—the one who always had your back, who made you laugh when you didn’t want to, who just got you. But lately, things between you had been… complicated.

Months ago, at a party where you were both way too drunk, you’d hooked up. JJ had wanted more, wanted to keep whatever this was going, but you hadn’t. You couldn’t. And ever since, there had been something unspoken between you—something heavy that neither of you dared to address.

Now, at yet another party filled with loud music and way too many tourons, JJ was back to his usual routine—scouting out his hookup for the night. You stood off to the side, pretending to focus on your conversation with John B, but your eyes kept betraying you, drifting toward JJ against your will. You hated how much you noticed him.

John B, ever perceptive, followed your gaze and smirked. He leaned in slightly, voice low but teasing.

“Is it just me, or does she look like you?”

Your stomach twisted. You wanted to brush it off, but there was something else—something you had noticed but hadn’t let yourself dwell on. His recent hookups… they weren’t just random anymore. They had started to look similar—similar to you.