It Was Just A Bet

THREE: The First Date

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🪼 The Figure Eight, Thursday afternoon... 🪼

After Sicily had confirmed that the unknown number was indeed John B, she put his contact in and within days it was pinned at the top. Receiving messages all day from the boy, random conversations that made the boy think.

Maybe Sicily Klare wasn't as much of a Kook as she looked.

Standing in the shower Sicily groaned, her music was interrupted every couple of minutes with the fragile ding. Sticking her arm out of the shower and blindly fumbling for her phone, switching it to silent as she continued her morning routine.

The Mama's and The Papa's echoing through her bathroom once again, uninterrupted.

John B was sitting at the Chateau, phone in hand wondering why she suddenly stopped answering him. She was always incredibly fast at texting back but it had been twenty minutes with no reply. Worried it was the text he sent John B let out a deep exhale, leaning back against his bed. He just asked if he could redeem is date now, after she had agreed over a week ago.

"Bro, are you okay? You've been stewing in here forever." JJ spoke, pushing John B's bedroom door open and looking at the boy.

"Yeah, I'm fine... what do you want?"

"For you to come out of your cave, I'm bored as hell bro." The blonde whined, John B sighed, rolling up from his bed and following his best friend outside. The two of them would end up doing something dumb, screwing around on the HMS Pogue or messing with the engine of the van per the classic bell curve of things they did.

Whatever they were going to do, John B was going to have his phone secured in his pocket.

He would be sure of it.

"Hey, J?" The brunet asked, the boys ended up crashing in the hammocks, being just as boring outside as they were inside.

"What?" JJ kicked John B, sending his hammock flying and almost dumping the boy out onto the grass.

"You are a dick." John B spoke, regaining his balance before grabbing the edge of JJ's hammock, teetering it back and forth until it did dump the blonde out onto the grass.

"Besides dumping me out on my ass, was there something else?" JJ snarled before brushing the grass and leaves off and sliding back into the hammock.

"I just-- I just don't even know what you do for dates. What am I even supposed to do with her?" John B huffed, looking over at JJ who—though they didn't say her name— knew exactly who his best friend was referring to.

Hell, John B hadn't shut up about Sicily Klare, covering it up with excuses of the bet. Though everyone minus the tall brunet had figured out that he was actually starting to like her.

Exactly as Kie had predicted. John B wasn't known to fall particularly hard but he was known to fall fast. Extremely fast, like Mach ten  fast.

"You said she likes stars, take her to the bell tower at night." JJ shrugged, that wasn't a half bad idea. The bell tower was even on the Figure Eight, less travel time.

"And do what else? She's a Kook, she's gonna expect like a red carpet."

"I don't know, spare ten bucks and get some ice cream, Kook or not, I don't know anyone who doesn't like ice cr--" JJ continued though he was significantly tuned out by his brunet best friend once he felt the vibrating of his phone. John B pulled it out of his pocket, scanning over Sicily's message before a hundred pound weight lifted off his chest.