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❝ you really wanna go there? ❞
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"All right, you guys got rope?" John B asks as we all sit in the van, on our way to the Crane residence.
"Got it" Pope answers.
"Grappling hook?" The brunette asks.
"No grappling hook. We're not Batman" Pope scoffs.
"Pulley?" John B continues.
"Check" Kiara huffs.
"Dark clothes?" He states.
"Got it" Sarah and I chime in unison.
"Flashlights?" The boy asks.
"Check" JJ chirps as the van stops.
"All right, good. We're ready" John B announces.
"Let's go" Kiara breathes out.
"Let's go get rich, guys" JJ says giddily.
John B opens the door and JJ shoots me a wink, causing me to blow him a kiss in return which he slyly pretends to catch with a grin on his lips.
"Go, boys" Sarah ushers them.
"And girls" Kiara adds and I pat her back.
"Let's roll" Pope declares.
"Right on" Sarah smiles, trying to get out the van but John B stops her.
"Wait, wait" He says and we all look at him in confusion.
"I wanna say thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you're here tonight" The brunette tells us sincerely.
"Always" Kiara says, rolling her eyes.
"Of course, man" Pope smiles.
"My man" John B replies, both boys doing the Pogue handshake.
"I got nowhere better to be" I shrug with a smirk and the brunette ruffles my hair in a brotherly way, making me smile as I slap his hand away.
His eyes move to Sarah and they share a loving look. I roll my eyes out of habit, but my smile never falters and Sarah sees it, smiling at me happily.
"All right, we done with the circle jerk? Can we go do this?" JJ asks and I elbow him in the ribs roughly.
"This is why we can't have nice things" He grumbles and I snort, shaking my head.
"Let's get that wheat in the water" Pope announces, climbing out the van.
"Weed? I'm up for weed" JJ says like an excited child.
"Wheat, babe. He said wheat" I tell the boy who frowns in disappointment.
"After you" I hear Kiara say as I hop out the van.
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𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 ❁ 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘒 & 𝘒𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘙𝘈
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