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POGUELANDIA COULD BE DESCRIBED WITH ONE WORD — PARADISE. They had been there for an entire month, judging by Pope's count of the days. It had been a month of sipping coconuts on the beach and living the Gilligan's Island life. The only downside was that they had no sunscreen, so they were all burnt to a crisp.
Bree was sitting on the beach with Kie, teaching her how to make a spear so that they could go with JJ to find some fish to kill. They had been living on coconuts, so they were finally trying to get some protein. As she wrapped some seaweed around the rock to tie it to a stick, the Carrera girl questioned, "Hey, what's up with you and JJ? None of us have said anything, but things have been weird between you guys since we got to the island. I figured you'd be happy and having sex against a palm tree by now."
"I don't know," the brunette girl answered with a sigh. She hated to admit it, but she had hopped for that as well. She cursed herself for being so stupid. "We kissed at the party and in the church, but when I tried to talk to him about it, he just brought up the rule."
'"What rule?" Kiara asked with furrowed eyebrows since it had been forever since they even mentioned any rules. That was one of the rules of Poguelandia — no rules. When Pope tried to bring up what an oxymoron that was, JJ just told him to shut up.
Bree groaned and stabbed her spear into the gound when she finished it. "The no pogue-on-pogue macking rule."
"Please, I think it's safe to say that rule has kind of stopped now," the curly-haired girl laughed out, rolling her eyes at the blonde boy. Everything was going so great and then he had t go and mess it up.
The Callaway girl just shrugged and looked down at her feet. The only shoes that she had were her converse, and you could barely tell what they were anymore. They were torn up, washed out, and very very sandy. "Yeah, well, not for him, I guess."
"How's yours looking?" a voice asked from behind them, and they turned to see JJ walking toward them with a spear in his hand. Both of them held up their completed spears before standing up. "Y'all ready to provide for the family?"
"Yep," the Callaway girl answered, dusting the sand off her battered shorts.
He smiled and started walking toward the spot where they were going to hut, the tw girls following him. "Let's go kill something."
