Young Love ( JJ Maybank x Reader )

Chapter 11

Pope, JJ and Kie, stayed the night at the shack with you and John B while Sarah stayed with her family and Topper back on Figure 8 after what had happened.

None of you really talked about it when you got back. You weren't sure there were words to even describe what happened. You were still trying to process it if you were being honest. It's not every day you see a man commit suicide by an exploding boat.

"He deserved it, right?" JJ asked quietly from where he was leaning against the railing of the docks, fishing rod in his hands.

You glanced over at him, his eyes were down, focused on the lure he was reeling in slowly, but you could see the worry etched into his expression.

"Of course, he deserved it." You agreed as JJ tilted his head towards you, his bright blue eyes locking with yours. "Ward murdered my father, framed my brother for the murder of the Sheriff and nearly had him killed in jail. He deserved it."

JJ nodded as he reeled his lure in before casting it back out and you leant against the railing beside him. Pope and Kie were sitting on the edge with their legs dangling in the water while your brother laid on his stomach in the boat that was tied to the docks.

"Never seen anyone blow themselves up like that." Pope said.

"Cross that off the bucket list." JJ commented causing you to whack his shoulder.

"JJ!" Kie warned, shaking her head before she walked over to the boat and sat down beside your brother. "Are you okay?"

"It's not me I'm worried about." John B answered truthfully.

He was worried about, Sarah.

You all knew it. After watching her father die like that... it would be hard. Topper was there to comfort her, not your brother and you knew that was getting to him, but he never said it out loud.

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A few days later, Sarah finally showed up... but, everyone's joy and relief seeing her quickly turned to sadness when she broke up with John B.

You were devastated for your twin. You had never seen him so down before, so the rest of you bought some beer and food to try and cheer him up.

It probably wasn't the best idea you've had. The group of you were up late, drinking, smoking and just talking, at the time it was great, but they all had to be up early for school in the morning.

Your brother was still enrolled for the year, the fees already paid by your father before he died, so he could still go. You on the other hand, you couldn't, but you didn't mind. School fucking sucked anyway.

While the others all got up and ready for school, you stayed in your pyjamas and waved them goodbye. JJ was practically asleep in the back of the van when they left, and you knew he had one hell of a hangover.

By the time they got home from school, you had cleaned the entire shack. There wasn't much else to do, and you got sick of fishing off the docks, so you figured cleaning would be a good way to pass the time.

The second the others walked through the door, you knew something had happened.

Apparently, their history teacher had given Pope, Denmark Tannings diary. You had no idea how their teacher had gotten it or knew to give it to Pope. The group of you sat out under the porch while Pope read it aloud.

"Guys, this is from Denmark's diary. 'August 15th, set sail from Port-au-Prince on calm seas. Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose on fire. The entire deck was aflame. And we could hear the screams of men trapped below. The Spanish captain cared about only one thing, his valuable cargo, the Cross of Santo Domingo and countless bars of gold. Once the cargo was on board, we went to help the crew, but Captain Limbrey ordered us to pull bayonets and not let any of the Spanish crew on board. He robbed them and left them to die.'"