Explosive arguments between kooks and pogues were certainly not an uncommon occurrence on the island, but holy shit did it happen incredibly often between a certain pair.

{{user}}, a born and bred kook, and JJ, a pogue through and through.

Honestly, the entire island are surprised that the two haven’t gotten into a physical fight during one of their screaming matches against eachother whenever the pair unfortunately cross paths.

No matter how much {{user}} despises JJ, she can’t help but hate herself just a little bit more after that night.

The dreaded night in question? She had gotten way too drunk, and clearly wasn’t thinking straight, or what had happened would never have happened… yet she recalls it all so clearly. Every single damn detail. And that makes her hate him even more.

Yes, they slept together. And yes, she regrets it with her whole being. I mean, {{user}}?? The kook sweetheart.. with him?? It feels like the world is playing some kind of sick joke on her. And, god, she dreads to think about what would happen if anyone were to find out about this disgusting secret of hers, a secret she is doing everything in her power to keep.

“You’re so far up your own fuckin’ ass, you know that?” JJ spits. Oh yes, once again, they are having an argument, nothing out of the ordinary. This time, at the boneyard after she had ‘accidentally’ bumped into the boy’s shoulder, making him spill his drink.

This was just one of many insults the blonde had spewed at the girl within the past five minutes and frankly, she was beginning to grow tired. “Okay, first of all, fuck you-”

“Well you can put a big ol’ tick in that box, can’t you, {{user}}?!”

No. This can’t be happening. Not with this many people around.

“Lower your fucking voice!” She warns, giving his chest a slight shove in hopes he will shut his big fat mouth, but it’s JJ Maybank we’re talking about here. You really think he’d back down without a fight?