𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗, ˢᵃʳᵃʰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵒⁿ

xiii. no closer to the truth

"DCS! I KNOW you're in there!" Three pounding knocks followed the voice, Emma jumped up in shock.

"Fuck." She scrambled out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts off the floor and pulling them on quickly. "John B!"

"It's just JJ!" Her brother called back and Emma groaned.

She stormed out into the living room, the front door closing as JJ walked in. "You asshole." She smacked him on the back of the head, the rings she forgot to take off when she went to sleep leaving a sting which JJ rubbed at with a wince.

"Ow, you bitch." JJ pinched the girl's arm, she hissed in pain.

"You're acting like children. JJ, let's go." John B said to the boy, opening the door back up and grabbing JJ.

JJ pulled away. "Hold up, man. We can wait for Em to put on some shoes, she'll come with." JJ smiled at the girl who grinned back.

"Thanks, J." Emma ran to her room and pulled on a pair of faded, worn down Chuck Taylors, this being the third summer straight she'd worn them every day, before heading back to the living room. "Okay, let's go." They walked out of the house and to the twinkie, climbing in before taking off, though Emma didn't know where to.

Emma had been rolling a joint in the back when JJ started up. "I'm just sayin' I don't understand why you don't at least try with Kiara?" He directed toward John B. "She clearly likes you. She's like 'oh John B'." JJ did a poor job mimicking the moan, Emma shook her head, licking the edge of the paper, rolling it once more then pressing down lightly to secure it.

"Oh, is that what she does?" John B asked, he rolled his eyes at his friend's remarks.

"She sketches about you diving and then she kissed you bro!"

Emma looked up, eyes wide and jaw dropped, a small gasp escaping her. "Kie kissed you?!" Emma scooted up, to be closer to the conversation, now more intrigued.

"She kissed me on the cheek." John B clarified, shrugging it off. "It's not like we were making out."

Emma smirked. "Oh my dear brother. You gotta learn how to read the ladies."

"Shut up, Em. Last time I checked, there aren't women exactly falling at your feet." John B shot back, he was used to his sister and JJ talking about girls, JJ more so, but he had heard plenty.

Emma whistled, lighting her joint and sitting back. "Then please, do tell me how I've managed to steal at least two of your girlfriends? Maybe because I can actually satisfy them, hm?" Emma's cockiness made JJ laugh, he turned around and took the joint from her, hitting it with a grin on his face. "But anyway, where we goin'?" She asked, changing the topic. When the boys didn't answer her she cleared her throat. "Do I have to remind you two that I am basically the only reason you're even still friends-"

"Shut up."

"That's so not true."

The boys spoke up at once, then looked at eachother before shaking their heads, Emma laughed. "So. An answer would be nice right about now." They still ignored her. "Do you seriously want me to jump out of this moving van?" She questioned with yet again, no response. "Okay. Let's see about that."

She moved to the door, her fingers reaching for the handle when JJ grabbed her wrist. "I don't think so, Princess. Sit your ass back down."

"J, c'mon. I'm joking."

"I'm not."

Emma scoffed and rolled her eyes, pulling her arm out of JJ's grip. "Fine, be that way. But when I die-"