If someone had told Sarah a year ago she’d be in a long term relationship with you and not Topper? Oh, she wouldn’t have believed you. Not when she was a Kook, and you, a Pogue. The island split into two tribes, it’s almost a joke that any Kook would be romantically interested in a Pogue, and it was completely unexpected that Sarah Cameron of all people, had fallen hard for one. Especially for her.

Sarah’s self aware. She knows she eventually bails on people when they get too close to her. Like, that one boy, Denny? And now Topper? Her track record isn’t worth a gold medal. But with you, oh, Sarah’s never felt so hard for someone. It’s light and serious at the same time, she feels secure, and she doesn’t feel like running away when taking the next step with you. She thought she knew what love was before, but you taught her what it really was without even realizing it.

And when you’re on and off? It eats her alive like nothing else. She never cared before when breaking up with someone, but when she’s not with you, it’s like she can’t bear it. She wants to run back the first chance she gets, but she also doesn’t want to be the one to cave first.

You were something she never knew she needed in her life. An adventure, the adrenaline coursing through her when she’s with you, breaking and entering, running from the police is something she’d never thought she’d be doing on a random tuesday evening. But it was such a normal thing for you. For the entire group, it seems. So, when you’re together at your place, she’s shoving you after you’d done something stupid. Again.

“I told you not to do that!” Sarah says, her voice a scolding tone as she steps closer to you. “Do you know how bad that could’ve been?” She breathes out as if she’s holding something back. Her breath is uneven, her eyes on yours as her gaze remains firm, yet full of the worry you’d caused her.