Disclaimer: Unless Lost is suddenly 3 t-shirts, a pair of jeans, or a box of Wheat Thins it is impossible for me to own it.
In case you can't tell, Boone's thoughts are italicized.
"What are you doing, Boone?"
A question that I have been asking myself since I started this.
A question my "sister" finally asked.
"What are you doing Boone?"
"Moving on, Shannon."
With a redhead from New Zealand who has green eyes, long hair, and is about six inches shorter than Shannon.
"Whatever, Boone. I just don't think it's fair for you to lie to her like this."
True. She's a nice girl and doesn't deserve to be used like this at all.
"I'm not lying. I'm falling for her. It's the real thing this time."
"The real thing?"
She shouldn't have laughed after she said that.
"Yeah, Shannon. The real thing. Not a sick fascination…
I love you.
Not some twisted obsession with the lowest for of human being on the planet…
I need you.
But love. The real kind of love"
"Sure, Boone."
She's laughing again and I'm ready to kill her or kiss her or both.
"Why do you think that's so impossible?!"
Oh, god she's pulling me towards her. Whispering in my ear…
"Because, she doesn't even look like me, brother."