We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.
Season 1 ✅
Season 2 ✅
*don't own anything or anyone besides Sage and her story!*
Started: April 20th 2020
Finished: August 18th 2021
WILL COME BACK FOR SEASON THREE
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Sage stared at the wall while the rest argued about what to do.
"I say we bust him out while he's in court!" JJ yelled.
"That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard!" Pope exclaimed, "What do you think there isn't going to be security?"
"Not mention that all of the sheriffs department is going to be there to see what happens." Kie added.
"We can take em'." JJ stated. "Go in there guns ablazing."
"I don't think that gonna help John B in the slightest JJ." Sarah said in annoyance.
"Well what ideas do you got huh?"
Sage finally stood up, grabbing her bag. She walked off the Chateau porch, down the steps.
"Sage where are you going?" Kie asked, them all getting up.
She didn't answer and continued to walk, "Sage!" JJ called out running after her, "Hey hey, What are you doing?" He grabbed her arm.
"I CANT DEAL WITH THE ARGUING ANYMORE!" Sage yelled making JJ flinch in surprise. She sighed, "I'm going to the Thornton's. I'm going to get a lawyer and I'm going to get Toppers grandpa on my side because he's a judge."
JJ nodded, "Okay, okay. Do you want us to come?"
"No." She said immediately. "I- I need time to myself. Get my thoughts in order." She said walking away.
JJ watched the girl leave, "She'll be okay, right?" JJ asked, worried that she was going alone to figure 8.
"She'll be fine." Sarah reassured her.
Sage walked to her house, thinking about how she was going to convince Ms. Thornton that John b wasn't a murderer. And the fact that they've been freaking out cause she hasn't been around in days.
"Oh god," Sage muttered, "This is going to go terribly I already know it."
She finally got there, walking into the house. "Ms. Thornton?" She called out. "Topper?"
The house was empty, "Shit." She grabbed her phone, texting Topper.
Sage: Hey where are you?
She waited for a response, walking up to her room so she could change. Her phone dinged as she threw her bag off to the side.
Topper: Nice of you tell us your alive.
Sage rolled her eyes in annoyance, typing back.
Sage: Topper you know what's going on so stop now. Answer the question.
