you and the pogues were hanging out at the chateau, per usual. pope and kiara were playing some card game, john b looked annoyed at whatever was on his phone, and you and jj were doing literally nothing.

your head was in his lap, and you were mindlessly talking about whatever had pissed you off today. he was nodding along, eating goldfish and giving you one every once in a while.

“and then she-“ kiara cuts you off. “are you guys dating… or something?” you had to admit, with the position you were in, it did kind of look that way.

your mind immediately cut back to the night before. you and jj were hanging out in your room, listening to music and making out.

“just friends.” jj says before you could. the correct term would be ‘friends with benefits’, or ‘friends who kiss’. not that you would get into it.