𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲

IV. Kegger?

     

     JOHN B twists the handle before opening up the motel room's safe, revealing stacks of cash and a gun. "What the fu..." Jake trailed off, looking at John B who chuckles softly. "John B." He says but John B ignores him, grabbing one of the stacks of money. "Uh... JJ?" He says and Jake stood up. "No." He says.

"You're gonna want to see this."

"No," Jake repeated as the blond rushed over to them and kneeled down beside John B. "Dude, dude, dude!" He said as he took the gun. "No, no, no!" Jake said right away. "This is a SIG Sauer." JJ looked up at them. "Put the gun back, JJ!" John B says through gritted teeth as the blond boy raised the gun.

"This is a fucking spendy gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!" He pointed the gun in all different directions as he pretended to shoot. "Hey! Hey, hey, we are not stealing anything." Jake said, grabbing the boy by his arm and JJ looks at him. "Put it back right now." He said sternly, pointing to the safe and JJ looks at John B who also points to the motel room safe.

"Just take a pic of me. Right here."

"You want us to take a picture of you?" Jake said, furrowing his brows. "Yeah, dude, like..." JJ said as he posed for them. "You wanna make our own incriminating evidence? Is that what you're talking about?" John B asked him and Jake pointed to him. "Do you guys hear that?" He then said when he heard tapping on the window. He walks past JJ, peaking through the blinds but he can't see shit that well.

He raised the curtain and saw Pope and Kie pointing towards the front so he quickly looked back at John B and JJ. "Pretty sure they're saying cops..." He says and John B rushed to the other window and saw Shoupe and Plumb. "He's right. It's the cops." John B said as Jake hurriedly opened the other window.

"You better be putting that goddamn gun back, JJ." Jake said before he crawled out of the window. The three boys stood on either sides of the window, JJ and Jake having to stand together on one side. "What are you guys doing?!" Pope mouthed, waving his arms.The three just put their fingers to their lips, waving back at him as Jake leans his head against the brick wall, sighing loudly.

"What's going on?" Jake whispers when he notices John B and JJ. "They're taking cash from the--" JJ stops when he drops the gun. "What the fuck, JJ?" Jake whispers, shaking his head. As the gun lands with a loud clatter, JJ presses his forehead against the brick wall. "I told you to put it back. So many times." Jake whispers and JJ just nods his head softly.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry."

After the cops left and they got back to the boat, they left. "Well, that was fun." JJ laughs. "Could've warned us a bit sooner, though." Jake said as he looked over at Kie and Pope. "We would have, except Pope was on the math team." She says and Jake looks at Pope, furrowing his brows together.

"You were on the math team?" John B asked but Pope ignores his question. "The cops took everything like it was a crime scene. Did you guys find anything?" He asked JJ and Jake sitting together at the front. "Did we find anything? No, I don't think so." JJ said making Jake look at him with an annoyed look. "Oh, yeah, we did." He raised the cash and the gun. "What the hell?" Pope says.

"Dude, what?" Kie says as she scooted away and JJ stood up. "Dude, chill. Come on." JJ says, walking over to Pope. "Why would you take that from a crime scene?" Pope asked him right away. "Better than the cops having it." JJ says as Kie looks at a grinning John B. "Are you serious?" She asked the boy who's smile quickly went away. "I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship." Pope says, looking away.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shh, shh, shh, shh." JJ said, his hand to the back of Pope's neck and putting the gun to the boy's lips. "At least you have us, right?" He says and Pope pushes him away. "I'm living the nightmare." He says.

The group of five now arrive to the dock, seeing EMTs roll a gurney down the pier. "Who's that?" John B is the first to ask and a blond girl sitting on the other side of Jake spoke up, "it's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got." She holds out her phone in front of Jake who looks down, grimacing.

"Dead body." She says and turned the phone towards John B and Kiara when she noticed Jake's discomfort by seeing the photo. "Insane." Kie says, looking away. "What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asked the girl.

"Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White." She said as she shows Pope the photo and Jake looks at John B right away. "Everyone's out looking for it." She said as John B looked at Jake then JJ next.

"Okay, so, um... we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia." Pope said as he came to sit beside Jake and Kie on the couch. "Actually, Pope's right for once." JJ said making them look over at him. "See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny." He says.

"Guys, we can't keep that money."

"Kie is right..." Jake nods. "Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara. You know that, Jake." JJ said as he points at the boy who's face scrunched up. "We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma." Kie says and Jake nods, gesturing to her. "Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too." Pope says as he looks at John B. "We gotta go dark." He added shortly after.

"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." JJ says, standing on the other side of John B now who looks at him. "I don't agree." He says before walking away. "What? Why?" JJ asked him right away. "Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about, right? Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas." He says.

"We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'." John B turns away.

Pope casts away his fishing hook as John B, Jake and Kie sit on the railing near him. "Alright, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?" John B asked and Pope inhales sharply. "Prostitution." He said and Jake scrunched up his face. "Square groupers." He says and John B nodded.

"Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane." He continued on, pointing. "What does that mean? JJ?" He looked over to the blond. "They were straight smugglin'." The boy answered and John B turns back to Pope. "Smugglin'." He says before looking to Jake and Kie. "And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck." He says and Jake looks away, sighing. "Hell, yeah." JJ nods before pulling onto his fishing rod. "Fish on!"

"For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it... it probably belongs to someone else." He says and Jake nods. "He's got a point." He says and Kie looks at him. "Minor details." She says making Jake look over at her right away. "They could come looking for it." Jake added on.

"Taking it would be catastrophically stupid." Pope says, looking at JJ who takes the wad of cash from him. "Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time." He says, showing off the amount of cash to them and Jake sighs, looking at Pope. "All we need to do right now is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal." JJ says and Jake looks around.

"How do we do that?" He asked and Kie looks at John B. "Kegger?" She says before looking at Jake, smiling and the boy just chuckles. And then it was on, they got a keg, red solo party cups and headed to the beach.

 

 

  

 

 

  

  

  

   

  

  

   

AUTHORS NOTE
i always like party scenes in obx, idk why lol they're just fun to watch