reminisce| jj maybank²

nine

ivy took her shoes off, throwing them into her backpack before jumping from the ledge, allowing her feet to hit the sand.

kie jumped down not far behind her, jj doing the same.

pope then climbed the gate beside john b, handing down the two tanks of gasoline as sarah climbed down on a ladder.

the girls threw their backpacks into the boat, kiara and ivy helping sarah in while john b filled the boat up with gas and jj pulled the anchor from the sand.

after the three girls and john b were both in, jj and pope stood at the front, pushing the boat into the water before jumping in themselves.

ivy's smile remained on her face as she finally was able to talk to her brother in a non chaotic setting.

her arms immediately latched around him, trying her best to hold back her tears, eventually letting them flow down her face.

'i still cannot believe this, holy shit.' she smiled. 'i missed you, i missed you both.'

'i missed you too v, so, so much.' john b smiled, hugging his little sister once again. 'but we had some people keeping us company down there.'

'like who?' ivy laughed.

'i'll tell you when we get home.' john b smiled, turning around just in time for jj to practically tackle him to the ground.

ivy then walked up to the front of the boat with sarah, hugging her once again.

'wheezie's gonna be happy to see you.' ivy smiled.

'you talked to wheezie?' sarah said, a look of doubt and shock mixed together on her face.

'a couple times.' ivy nodded.

'i'm proud of you v.' sarah smiled.

'ok, you and wheezie are telepathic or some shit, you have to be.' ivy laughed. 'she said that's exactly what you would've said if you found out we hung out now.'

'she's knows me, just like john b knows you.' sarah whispered, slightly nudging ivy, 'so how'd things work out with romeo back there.'

'pretty good.' ivy smiled. 'but that reminds me, john b?'

'yep, that's me.' john b smiled, popping the 'p'.

'does this mean jj and i can't fuck in your bed anymore?' she asked.

ivy watched john b's mouth drop to the floor, sarah's now hanging open but curling into a smile.

'you didn't...'

'if you want to believe that, you do you.' ivy smiled.

'that's gross, very, very, very gross. you shouldn't have even done that if i was dead.' john b gagged.

'so is it a yes or a no?' ivy asked again.

'no, no, a thousand- a million times no!' john b scoffed.

'boo hoo, clean your sheets then.' ivy scoffed back, turning back to sarah.

'you two did not.' sarah laughed.

'we did it, just not in his bed.' ivy smiled back. 'but he doesn't need to know that.'

sarah let out another laugh, pulling ivy in for a hug again, this time slightly wincing in pain.

'you good man?' ivy asked.

sarah looked down at the waistline of her shorts, pulling them down to reveal a blood soaked bandage taped on her lower stomach.