Chapter Three: Move

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JJ

Alright, I'm not gonna lie. This plan all went down for like, what, two seconds in my head? The details aren't really there but the big idea is, and that's what matters.

Step one: Get into the new Kook's big ass mansion.
Step two: Explore the big ass mansion.
Simple, right?

I parked the Twinkie down the street as John B turned down the music.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." Sarah tucked her hair behind her ears as she got up from her seat.

"Make sure to get me some salmon shorts." I called.

"She'll take what she can find." John B said as Sarah left the van.

She flipped us off as she walked away, and we laughed in return. I slowly raised the volume a bit higher.

"You think she'll hate me for this?" John B asked quietly.

"Oh come on, don't you see she wants to do it? We're all curious at the end of the day."

"More like bored. I don't mind playing dress up when all we've been doing is sitting at a desk and taking tests." Kiara said as she leaned her head against the glass.

"History was fun." Pope pointed out. We all shot him a look before he quickly added, "But yeah I mean like, I'm ready to do some shit."

"Some shit indeed." I answered.

"Yes," John B nodded, "because what other way is there to start off our summer than dressing as Kooks and spying on Sarah's new neighbors?"

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"No shit, he's being sarcastic." Kie replied.

I turned in my seat to see her, "Oh really?"

"We must be deprived as hell if spying on new Kooks is our first summer activity." John b said.

"I beg to differ, you never know what could be in that big old house." I said back.

"Big new house. It's definitely new." Pope said with a nod.

"It's an expression my friend." I answered with a sigh.

"Well yes I know that, but I was sort of making something called a joke." he said with attitude.

"Oh, a joke!" I smiled, "Pope making a joke, now would you look at that. I guess pigs can fly now, I should go check."


"I always make jokes." Pope said, then turned to Kiara. "Why's he implying that I don't make jokes?"


"He makes...jokes." Kiara slowly backed him up.


"See now that just sounded fake, wow." Pope crossed his arms.


"Well this is entertaining." I said with a smile.


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