My first 'LOST' drabble. Please read and review!

Charlie and Claire. Shannon and Sayid. Jack and Kate…and Sawyer. Hell, even Michael and the chick who didn’t speak English were flirting. Everyone except Hurley.

It wasn’t a new experience. Hurley was the nice guy. The funny guy. The guy who held your hair back when you’d had too much to drink. Hurley wasn’t a weekend hook-up.

Not that he hadn’t tried. He had lost track of just how many rejections. One in particular came to mind. “I wouldn’t have you if we were stranded on a desert island!” she’d screeched in his face.

Not even on a desert island.