Crusher. *.゜｡:+.゜｡* JJ Maybank.

XIV. Things we couldn't say sober.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
XIV. Things we couldn't say sober.

We cruised down the road in the Twinkie after an eventful midday activity. I barely know what John B is talking about as I'm more focused on rolling a fat blunt. "I mean, it's obvious, right? A family heirloom. What better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gonna get back to me, right?" he said which quite frankly I didn't really care about at this moment in time, Of course I was helping him anyways but that's because I care about him, Not his delusions.

"Yeah. It's possible." Said Kiara who is doing the exact opposite to what my goal is. "It could also be possible that you're concocting wild theories to help, you know, deal with your sad feels." Pope Heyward gingerly stated unknowing how his friend is going to react.

"Bro, you know how I process my sad feels. Dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies, that's how I do it." The blond boy muttered and while the remainder of passengers in the Twinkie grimaced at the image JJ had painted in their mind, I couldn't help but laugh. Which in hindsight may have gone to his head as I doubt anyone actually laughs at his jokes but this one got me.

"You are so fucken stupid." I say in attempt of hiding my smirk. "I heard you laughing asshat." He shot right back at me before covering his mouth with his hand to also hide his smile.

"Can you guys stop? And I'm not concocting, Okay? My dad's trying to give me a message." John B verbally stresses out while conveniently being behind a steering wheel. "If it helps you believe, John B." Kiara pitied.

"Look, I don't need a therapy session, okay?" John B retorted. "Well that makes one of us" I chime in to be ignored. "Look, I'm not trippin' out." He added. "It's okay to trip, bro." JJ said, watching me lick the sticky part of the rolling paper and seal the joint closed.

"Look, my dad is missing, okay? Missing. You don't know what it's like to have the person closest to you vanish. And then have no idea what happened. Just wake up every morning wondering." John B spoke once more. Unfortunately I did know that feeling, I knew that feeling the same way you know an old friend.

After my Mom died it was just my Dad, Mason and I, And all the time I spent wishing that wasn't the case wasn't going to bring her back.

From the passenger seat Kiara sprung "it's been almost a year." She spoke and soon after so did JJ, "Hey, he could have been kidnapped. That's definitely a possibility." He said "Yeah, could be in a Soviet subgetting interrogated by the KGB somewhere." Pope Heyward added. I was never very good at comforting people with out making them feel worse about the situation so I let it be.

"Guys Stop." Kie told the two boys "Look, what do you think the message is?" She asked John B "Redfield. Redfield Lighthouse.That's my dad's favorite place." JB answered as we approached said lighthouse.

As a group we all climbed out the combie and took in the sight of the tall white and grey building. "I thought light houses were always white and red." I said "At least they are in the movies."

"That's because we aren't in a movie, are we Violet?" JJ spoke to me like I was a child learning to speak so I chose to ignore him. "Right. Here's what's going to happen." John B started to speak to JJ "You're gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?"

"Wait. Why me?" He replied. "Because you're not coming." JB told him "I don't want to stay here by myself. why can't I come?"

"You wont be by yourself, Vi will be here to keep you company." John B murmured.

"Wait. Why can't I come?" I question. "Look, There are independent and dependent variables. And you two are independent. We don't know what you'll do." The Heyward boy explains to us.