JJ was... well, JJ was yours. Through everything, he was yours. Even when he wasn't.

JJ's not the type to let go easy, but the boy didn't know how to put his money where his mouth was. To him, once you're in his life—he's not letting go. Didn't mean he'd ever make things easy though.

He can barely remember the bullshit reason you broke up, couldn't even tell you who dumped who. The Pogues didn't even know you had broken up, until you called him your ex-boyfriend a month after the ordeal.

Those are just tiny details to JJ—a conversation not worth having, not when in his mind you'd be back together in no time. To him, you were still his. Broken up or not, he'd be calling you his girlfriend to everyone he knew. Ironic for someone with commitment issues.

That's what it all boiled down to—JJ and his commitment issues. For someone so obsessed with his girlfriend, he sure as hell had no problem letting his eye wander. Never cheating, no—but always tempted. An 'innocent' flirt at parties, checking out girls at the beach, letting himself be a little too touchy with Kie. All in good fun, he'd tell you. Always just messing around.

JJ barely acknowledged it, until he'd get too drunk—sending you paragraph after paragraph of how sorry he was, how he'd never do it again. But the messages were gone as soon as he sent them, ignored the next day when the hangover hit.

Didn't stop him being all up in your business though. All over you half the time, treating you like you were still his. Just never said anything of real substance—no actions to back up his sweet talking.

"I miss you," He murmurs, arm swung lazily around your shoulders. Bringing you into his chest, tucked under his arm as he sat. Looking up to him as if to say—'I'm right here'.

Rolling his eyes playfully, shaking his head down to you. The breeze flows through the open door of the Chateau, the muffled voices of the Pogues outside grow quieter as his eyes stay locked on you. "Miss you bein' mine."