Where is the love?// JJ Maybank

Chapter 2.11

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I'M BACK!

Me and JJ went back inside with Pope and Kie while Sarah and John B said our on the hammock.

I sat on the counter as JJ took three beers out of the fridge and turned to me. "Let's go shotgun these with John B in celebration of him getting out of jail."

"I could've broke out of jail easily." I told him.

"You think so?" JJ asked handing me the can.

"Yeah. Yeah I do."

"Let's go." He laughed grabbing my hand and helping me off the counter.

"John B! You wanna shotgun with us in the name of freedom." He asked as we walked down the steps.

John B didn't say anything and kept walking inside.

I looked over and saw Sarah walking away. "Sarah, you wanna-"

"No!" She cut me off.

"Guess it's just you and me, Baby." JJ said grabbing my beer and stabbing a hole into it with his key before passing it back and doing his.

"Okay, go!" He said.

"Hold on, the fuck I'm not ready!" I said, but it was too late he had already started.

Once I started chugging I started choking.

"Oh my god, I gonna pass away." I said in between coughs.

JJ had already finish his. "Are you okay?" He said laughing.

"Do I look okay?" I said still choking.

"Just breath." He said patting me on the back.

"Don't you think I would if I could." My coughs were slowly going away. "Fuck, I'm gonna pass out."

"You good?" JJ rubbed my back?

"Yeah."

"K. Good." He smacked my ass as I walked to the hammock.

We laid on the hammock for a while and as I was drifting off JJ sat quickly sat up.

"Shit!" He said

"What?"

"It's Heyward." He got out of the hammock and running to where Pope and Kie were.

"Pope! Pope!" JJ yelled. "Just got a call from Guffy, something happened to your Pops."

"What?" He said as the three of the started running.

"Oh my fucking god, I haven't run this much since the pacer test." I said before chasing after them.

"John B! Sarah! Come on!" Kie yelled.

Once we arrived at Heyward's I immediately started helping him.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you." I said placing a bandaid on his forehead.

"You're doing just fine." He told me. "Thank you darling." He said groaning slightly.

"Pop, what happened?" Pope asked as I walked over to JJ.

"I shoulda known better." Heyward said. "He came in just as I was about to lock up, caught me by surprise. Once he had me down, he put his knee in my chest, asked me about that key from that drawing you showed me and incase you're wondering I ain't tell him nothing. Now, did you track it down?"

Pope pulled the key out of his pocket and gave it to his father. " I found it, in Meemaw's old apartment above the pharmacy just like you said it was."

"Shit boy, you should've gave this to me, I wouldn't of had to take a beating." Heyward said sarcastically. "What's the big deal I ain't worth anything, why they want it so bad?"

"I don't know." Pope told him. "First I get this letter that I need to go to Charleston, and then I meet this rich lady who wants me to give her a key that I didn't even know was in my family."

"None of it makes any sense." Kie said.

"Well don't y'all just sit here whining about it. Figure it out!"

"But I wanna keep whining." I said untying JJ's shoe with my toes.

"No!"? Pope ignored my comment. "I'm just gonna give the key to that lady it-"

"No, no, no." Heyward cut him off. "Did I raise you to backdown from a fight, boy?"

"No, sir." Pope shook his head."

"Well alright. Now I didn't think about it before, I admit that but now." He pointed at the bandaid on his head." Now, I'm interested. Well did they say why they wanted it?"

"Something about, an old cross. I think it might be some kind of lost treasure."

"You know who you should talk to?" Heyward asked. "Your great-grandmother, Meemaw."

As we were walking away JJ still hadn't realized his shoe was untied and tripped.

"Fuck me!" He said.

I started laughing and Heyward high-fived me.

"Did you do this?" JJ asked tying his shoe.

"Yeah, sorry bout that."

"I'm gonna get you back for this."

"Don't you even think about it JJ." Heyward said as we started to walk away.

A/N: I'm back bitches! See you again in two months! I'm kidding... kind of. I'm trying to be more consistent.