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Ok guys we r gonna pretend that Sarah knows about South Carolina cuz John B told her cuz that info matters later on so enjoy!
TW: ABUSE
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We all, minus Kie and Sarah, sat around John B's kitchen. After Sarah telling me how much she hates John B, and I quote, how she's "so tired of this bubble wrap life." whatever the hell that means, we congregated around the fridge.
"So, what'd Kie say?" John B asks Pope as he takes four beers out of the fridge.
"That you're an idiot." Pope replies as he swiftly catches the beer can from the air, causing me to flinch.
Pope shoots me an apologetic look, finally knowing the reason why I flinch so easily. I give him a small nod signaling that it's okay, he smiles and turns away.
John B sighs and looks at me. "What about Sarah?" He looks at me hopefully.
I let out a short sigh.
"Well, for starters? She hates you." I smile and grab a beer off of the counter.
"And?" John B raises his eyebrows.
"She said something about bubble wrap, and how she finally found someone she really trusted? I don't know, dude. I was kind of focused on Kie and if she was strangling Pope or not." I shrug as I lift the van tab. Hearing the can open and the air hiss out was like music to my ears.
John B throws his head back in frustration, and then takes a large gulp of his beer.
"It's a no-brainer. You're picking Kie." JJ tells him.
"Mhm." Pope agrees.
"Yeah, it's the smartest, and may I add safest, option." I say.
"No, it's the only option." JJ adds.
"Look, I can't make a decision." John B sighs and leans against the fridge, almost knocking down a couple of magnets.
"So what? We're just dead in the water because your pussy-whipped?" JJ asks sternly.
I scoff at his choice of words, but brush it off, trying not to get into an argument with him. Not now, at least.
"We can't do this without Kie, and you know it." Pope adds.
"And I can't do it without Sarah." He shrugs.
"You've done it without her for like 16 years, I think you'll survive." I cock my head and take a sip of my beer. The cold and bubbly liquid going down my throat brings me an instant ease.
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." John B points to me, I smile. "They both have to be in on it."
"Well, good luck with that." Pope says as he pushes himself off of the counter.
