2: The pogues were always down to party, even if it was with a bunch of tourons. The four of them found themselves surrounded by about 12 tourons in Big Johns house. Pope was the one to suggest a game of spin the bottle. John B offered to go first, way to eagerly, eying a blonde girl from Connecticut. After a few rounds the boys all insisted that Kiara go, after much protest, she conceded. There were a few okay looking boys from out a town, sharing a kiss would not be terrible with. Suddenly she was aware of JJ's presence across from her, the way his eyes bore into her, causing a slight blush to reach her cheeks. Spinning the bottle, the room went dead silent as the bottle aimed at no one other than JJ. Daring to look up, the smile gone from the blonde boys' face, Kiara felt her nerves overbearing her. It was not that she never thought about kissing JJ, really who had not honestly. But the rule she set in place about pogues macking was for her, what none of them knew, was that it mainly applied to JJ. All the boys thought she was this badass girl who did not let her emotions get the better of her, but she was just a girl, who had had a small crush on her blue-eyed friend for years, since they were fourteen. Kissing him would mean something way more to her than him, and would inevitably end horribly, something that would destroy her.
It had only been a couple seconds, but those blue eyes met hers, nerves fluttered throughout her entire body. JJ could read her like a book, it was no surprise when he landed a distraction to end the game.
"This game has been fun and all, but I think it is time do some shots and see who has the balls to jump off the dock in that ice-cold water!" JJ exclaimed while grabbing a bottle of vodka she had stolen from The Wreck. Like magic the crowd followed him outside, captivated.
The party continued for the next couple hours, and Kiara found herself hiding in Big John's bedroom, which had become JJ's in his absence. Laying on the bed she couldn't help but feel the alcohol working its way into her mind, sleep. She needed to sleep. Hoping JJ would not be mad at his occupied bed, Kiara closed her eyes and drifted off.
It was not until the next morning that she woke. Looking around, gathering her surroundings, she noticed a pool of blonde hair on the floor. Wrapped up in a blanket was her friend, snuggled up using his sweatshirt as a pillow. Stepping over him, heading into the kitchen, she began brewing a pot of coffee. Moments later the same mess of blonde hair came stumbling into the kitchen.
"Coffee, please tell me you're making coffee." Plopping on the counter next to her, she could not help but remember how he ruined the game for her.
"Thank you, JJ" He looked up at her confused. She continued.
"For ending the game and then letting me hog your bed, you could have woken me up or moved me to the pull out". Her words were coming out faster than intended, why was she nervous?
"Oh… no problem Kie, you looked really comfortable and there were some touron guys hanging around, I wouldn't trust them with you, especially since you were passed out." Avoiding eye contact with her, JJ began fumbling with a bowl, filling it with cereal. A heavy silence surrounding them.
"Plus, I know you really don't want to kiss me Kie, do not need a repeat of that, especially with a crowd." His words were light, but they did not meet his eyes.
"JJ..." She began but did not get far.
"Kie, it's all good." With that he walked outside, and they did not discuss it again.