𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥,
𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺.
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Belle Lively, Pogue born and raised. after her parents left her and her brother the two have bee...
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morning quickly rolled around and Belle didn't even bother looking towards her house after her argument with her brother. she slipped on her converse heading to the dock where Kiara, JJ and John B were. jumping on top of the table beside JJ and Kie, Belle sat criss cross playing with her. bracelets listening to John B talking about how Ward took the gold from them and they were so close.
"you sure he got everything?" Kie asked.
"every bar. the whole enchilada." John B grunted removing his cast, Belle leaned over to JJ holding her hand out for the blunt which he handed to her and she instantly inhaled the smoke.
"look, it's not like i expected a happy ending or some shit." he said throwing his cast aside.
"John B."
"what, Kie? it's a hairline fracture. who cares?" he told her not wanting to put up with anyone or anything today.
"you should care. your arms gonna be messed up for life." she told him, JJ turned around grabbing the blunt back from Belle.
"it's fine. see?" John B waved his fingers signaling his arm was okay.
"guys!" Belle jumped turning around seeing Pope running over to them as fast as he could.
"oh! oh! oh, God. i ran all the way here." Pope bent over catching his breath.
"you all right?" John B asked him.
"how was the interview, Pope?" JJ asked.
"don't ask. JB.. look, i'm sorry, dude. about everything." Pope apologized to him.
"it's fine."
"but— but i don't have a lot of time, and— and i have information that is tactically relevant. so, before i had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. so, i'm there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, "hm. why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? what could be so heavy to weigh it down?" Pope explained, Belle, JJ and John B sat up straight realizing what it was.
"gold." Belle answered as Pope started to dance and wave his arms.
"that's right." John B said.
"exactly. guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go." Pope said looking at the four.
"guys, we can't give up now." Kiara smiled jumping off her seat.
