There was a kegger at the Boneyard, as usual.

Pogues and kooks alike joined by the beach to get wasted. as close to unity as this island and its feuds could get.

unsurprisingly, JJ, one of your best friends, was quick to get wasted. Like absolutely and utterly drunk.

as you were the most sober of your friends, John B had assigned you to JJ-duty.

so, here you were, walking the path of the docks back to the Chateau, JJ's arm hung over your shoulders as you practical dragged him along.

the wooden dock creaked underfoot, joining the sound of waves lapping against the sand and the wooden beams.

the moon shone through wispy clouds, flanked by a spattering of stars. Constellations you couldn't name, but that didn't make them less beautiful.

JJ lifted his head, letting it roll back so he could see you.

the silver light illuminated your face and got caught in your hair. JJ's lips parted and he blinked slowly, his feet slowing and you had to use more strength to lift him as he weakened.

your brows furrowed and you looked down at him to find the cause of this, only to fund him staring at you. you raised an eyebrow.

"I love you, y'know that?" JJ murmured, the words slipping from his lips as though it was the only thing he knew.

sure, you loved JJ, you guys were best friends. But something about his tone didn't sound platonic.