✲ .｡ ﾟ ﾟ｡. ✲ ❛ THE BELL TOWER ❜ ✲ .｡ ﾟ ﾟ｡. ✲ S 01 E 09
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We found a small storage hut not far from the airstrip, giving us a clear view of what was going in and out of the area. I was pacing back and forth, JJ was looking worriedly at the sky, while Pope and Kiara were trying to wrap their heads around it all. It was deathly silent for a while until the sounds of a plane engine and its turbines caused the four of us to rush into the alley and look toward the airstrip.
We watched in awe as the small jet soared over us.
"There goes the gold," The blonde at my side groaned, defeated. "Shit!"
He turned around and kicked a chair, watching the white plastic break with one hit. Pope turned in his spot, walking back into the overhang where he picked up something and threw it at the wall. "Fuck!"
"Pope!" Kie tried to scold him, but she was cut off by the clattering of the plastic crate I kicked against the metal panels of the wall.
"Goddamn it!" The dark-haired boy grabbed a bat, swinging it at an old tv, shouting profanities over and over again. He continued to hit junk on the walls and shatter old glass while the rest of us watched him, unmoving. He deserved the break, and we all knew damn well he needed to blow off steam.
Kiara's last straw was after he threw a garbage can across the hut, her panicked voice shouting his name over the crashing of metal against other junk. He ignored her and breathed heavily before sitting down on a discarded wicker bench, his face contorting as if he was going to cry.
Which he did.
I had never seen Pope cry. Ever. As much as the boy was what people would classify as sensitive, he never really showed his vulnerability outwardly. I don't blame him at all for the outburst of emotions— I mean, he walked out on something that could change his life, that was supposed to change his life today, all for us.
I watched as the girl walked over to his side, looking dejected, her face full of pity.
"Yeah, man. I was wondering when this was gonna happen," My attention switched to JJ as he walked over, my feet subconsciously following. I plopped down on Pope's left, beside where Kie stood, letting out a sigh. I watched as a silver and black device dangled between the blonde's fingers, the brunette boy's eyes flicking between his face and the vape. "Here you go chief. A little weed never hurt anyone."
"JJ."
"Relax, Kie."
"You know he doesn't smoke," She sighed, her voice sweet with concern.
