Willow Maybank always thought Sarah Cameron was sweet like honey.
Sarah Cameron hated Willow Maybank. Well, perhaps she had judged the girl because of her brother. She didn't really know much about Willow -- despite the fact that she worked on her...
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EVERYONE BUT John B and JJ stood on the dock, outside of the crowd of people.
"Well, that went well. So, what's the plan?" Pope asked as John B and JJ reunited with the group of friends. They weren't even able to get a word in cause of some diabetic dog.
"I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat," John B said, waving the motel key.
"We don't know whose room that is. It could be anyone."
"That's part of the fun," Willow smirked, snatching the key from John B before walking off.
"Come on. I'll be the lookout," Kiara told a worried Pope.
"Finders fee. Just sayin'," John B said. "And, hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice."
JJ whistled at the boat drove toward the motel. It wasn't the prettiest looking and I'm sure the hurricane didn't help anything. "I thought the chateau looked bad."
"This place is a shitshow," John B said.
"Motel or meth lab?" Kiara added.
"You be the judge," Pope and Willow said.
"Doesn't look like the place a person with a Grady-White stays."
"Look's like the place a person with a Grady-White gets killed," Willow sighed.
"This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing," JJ said as he jumped off the boat and tied it down.
"All right. Here goes nothin'," John B said as him and Willow got out.
"Hey. Don't let them do anything stupid." Pope pointed towards Willow and JJ.
"I'm not making promises."
"Uh, be careful. I mean it," Kiara told John B.
"Just be so careful, John," JJ mocked, gripping John B's shoulders.
"God, you're so weird."
"What was that about?" Willow asked him.
"I don't know. Maybe she wants us to be careful," John shrugged.
"Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like, 'Oh! Be so careful, John B.'" JJ mocked.
"Get off."
"'Oh, give me that John D already.'"
"You're disgusting," Willow laughed, rolling her eyes.
"When are you gonna swoop on that, man?"
"Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking," John B reminded the twins. "You're the one always hitting on her."
"Of course I'm hitting on her. She's a super-hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us. Why? I can't figure it out either, but who cares, bro? I know that door's locked because I've tried it. Have you?"
