"...𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.."
"𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
willow bradshaw was a pogue, born and raised. she was the type of girl to either be high, drunk off her ass, or simply both. she hung around the kooks af...
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After the pogues had made it to the motel, the group of teens decided that three of them would go to investigate and the other two would remain on the boat. Unfortunately for John B, he got stuck with the two angsty teens who both couldn't get their heads out of their asses to save their lives. That's exactly what he thought they were, or knew they were. The two of them could try to cover for themselves by saying it wasn't true, but they could never fool their friends. The two of them were like two toxins being mixed together; bound to have a chemical reaction and explode.
Willow walked behind the two boys as they made it up the stairs, listening in on JJ making fun of John B about Kie telling him to be careful. Of course, Kie had never said anything to her about liking John B and it was odd because Kie told her everything. So she thought that the boys were reading too much into it, but for the sake of her love for chaos, she wanted to watch it all unfold and explode in their faces.
"Right, Willow?", John B asked, making her hum in response quickly. He noticed that she hadn't been listening to a word they were saying, so he elaborated for her. "Doesn't JJ hit on Kie?"
"It's JJ, so yeah.", She shrugged her shoulders, not stopping once the blonde boy kind of stopped in front of her to protest. She simply walked past him, brushing up against him slightly in the process. Willow didn't necessarily care to even speak to him right now, which was normal for the pair to completely ignore each other left and right.
"See.", John B gave the boy a toothy smile, pointing towards Willow once she approached the door. "Even she agrees."
"Are you even asking a girl who lives at the beach and doesn't eat seafood?", He quipped. "Dude, her opinion is irrelevant. I mean seriously, who doesn't like shrimp?"
"You are what you eat, or in your case... you own what you eat.", She bit back, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't quite catch onto what she was saying at first, but he chuckled slightly once he figured it out.
The two boys approached the door as well, leaving John B to stand in front of it as Willow moved to the side. JJ leaned against the wall, looking down at her with a smirk plastered on his face. "Oh, trust me, sweetheart. If you saw what I owned, you'd be begging to have it all the time."
"Funny, JJ. Except, only guys with small dicks and a bad boy persona say that.", She responded before looking over at John B, noticing him shake his head as he closed his eyes. She let out a deep sigh, turning towards JJ once more before saying, "But that wouldn't ever happen because of the no pogue on pogue rule, even though it wouldn't happen in the first place."
"Well, you're not even my type anyways.", JJ retorted.
"Oh, please... every girl with a heartbeat makes you nuts for her.", John B finally spoke, making Willow laugh as she chimed in and agreed. On the other hand, JJ shot him a glare as the girl continued laughing.
