Tonight, the party at the Boneyard was in full swing, the firelight casting a warm glow on the sand. Sarah and the Pogues, chatting and laughing together.

"Truth or dare, Pope?" JJ asked.

"I'll pick truth." Pope answered.

"Who's the most attractive girl among us?" JJ asked.

"It's pretty obvious... of course it's Sarah, she's perfect." Pope replied.

The scene replayed over and over in JJ's head. It wasn't pleasant at all, and neither was the glass of alcohol he drank out of control.

You and JJ had been friends for years and were very close. There had never been an awkward moment between the two of you. It was a beautiful friendship, a friendship that JJ no longer felt, as he was clearly attracted to you and had been seeing you in a more romantic rather than friendly way for months now. Luckily for him, he was good at pretending.

It was three in the morning, so everyone was sound asleep. John B was with Sarah in one bed. Pope, Cleo and Kiara shared the other. While Sarah slept on the sofa bed in the living room. It was huge, but not made for two. JJ didn't care.

JJ watched you sleep, holding onto the pillow tightly. Pope's words were repeating themselves in his head, causing his brows to furrow and the glass in his hand to almost shatter from the force. So without thinking, he left the glass on the table to go towards you. He lay down on the sofa bed with you.

His chest pressed against your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you tightly without saying a word as his head rested on your neck.

"He's a piece of shit... and you're fucking mine. I should make it clear to him." He muttered hoarsely into your neck, even though he noticed you were still asleep.