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HAVING WOKEN UP around 4 PM, it was to say Tabitha wasn't the tiniest bit suprised when John B was not home, and Cyril was scoffing down the last scraps of his late breakfast. Unfortunately, John B hadn't been able to guide her round the rackety kitchen and show her where all of the food is, so Tabitha — being her clumsy self and not wanting to break anything — decided to settle with the left over cereal that was perched up on the shelf.
Sitting on the sofa beside Cyril ( who had now finished his food and began to pant heavily ), Tabitha ate her cereal in silence, waiting for John B to come home. Suddenly, a loud rattle bounced of the windows, followed by a short-cut laugh and an awkward cough. Nearly jumping out of her skin, Tabitha whipped around to see a shirtless blonde boy scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks blushing bright red as he realised it was not John B on the sofa, instead, random girl he had never seen in the Outerbanks before.
Opening the door with caution, Tabitha asked. "Er... you alright, mate?"
He had much of a similar reaction to John B, pure shock evidence on his face as she spoke in her thick Scouse accent.
"Yeah, yeah," it was clear he was trying to play cool and calm down from the temporary shock, but the awkwardness is his voice betrayed him. "Who are you...?"
"Oh — Tabitha," she grinned, "What 'bout you?"
"Uh, JJ." was all he said. After a moments of awkward silence — for JJ, Tabitha was instead admiring the boy infront of her with gigantic heart eyes —, JJ spoke up. "Is John B in?"
