OBX Imagines (Outer Banks)

Stay With Me Pt. 5 - JJ Maybank

John B's POV

"What are you talking about?" Pope questioned. I let out a sigh looking at a confused Sarah. "Barry." I muttered. Sarah's eyes widened at the suggestion. "What? He wouldn't snitch." Sarah pointed out. I shook my head disagreeing with her. "Barry does whatever's best for Barry. All we have to do is make telling the cops the truth more valuable to him then protecting Rafe." I explained. Sarah rolled her eyes as she leaned against the counter. "How would we do that?" Pope groaned. I shook my head as I tried to think. Then it hit me. It was probably the most stupid, JJ kind of plan ever. "Well Pope what's one thing we defidently know is worth more to a drug dealer then Rafe." I said with confidence. Sarah had given up on the stupidity. 

"Were not stealing drugs." Pope refused off the bat. I let out a sigh. "Pope we have to do something. This is Yn and JJ were talking about." I complained. "Look I suppose we could maybe make sure he "lost" some of his stock." He agreed. I let out a laugh under my breath. "That's my boy. So hears what I'm thinking..."

Y/ns POV

Shoupe slowly opens your hospital door. Your head whipped around revealing you tear stained face. You took a deep breath. "Thank god, Shoupe You gotta listen to me, it wasn't JJ okay-" you began rambling begging him to believe you. "Look kid I know." He cut you off. "But you've just been through traumatic stress, meaning your not technically mentally capable of makeing a claim right now." You shook your head. "No no, what are you talking about Shoupe? Mentally I'm perfectly fine." He gave you a long look.

"Not in the eyes of the law." He explained. You looked at him with disbelief. "We'll can't you do a psych evaluation or something?" You suggested frantically. He shook his head like you'd just reminded him of something. "Yeah actually that would work." You felt a hopefully smile tug at your lips. "ok then let's do it." You offered. "No you need rest I'll come back in the morning we can set it up then." You disagreed, protesting his antics. "Is JJ still in that holding cell?" You asked as if you already knew. He looked at you confused. "We'll... yeah-" "then we're doing it now." He knew you wouldn't give up till he did what you asked. "Ok alright, let me get plum and have her bring up the equipment and paper work, then we'll get started. You nodded, agreeing. "Ok." He got up with a smile, "hey Shoupe?" You called as he made his way to the door. He turned to you with a "hm?" You opened your mouth to speak not knowing what else to say. "Thank you." You said sincerely. He smiled, nodded and walked out. You let you head fall back on the pillow. With a sigh.

John b's POV

"Ok I'll meet you at the pawn shop in 20." I put the phone back down in its rightful place. "What the hell was that!" Sarah finally adressed my idiocy. "Look Sarah I'd rather it'd just be me in jail then me and him ok?" I argued. She nodded letting out a sigh, on that said "I know but that sucks." She looked at me with anguish, "look it's not gonna be either of you okay? We'll figure it out. All of it." She explained. I nodded agreeing but she could tell I didn't have high expectations for that to be true. She took my hand. "C'mon, let's go.".

We got to the pawn shop, meeting out back. "So what now? It's locked." Pope pointed out the obvious. "No shit Sherlock." I grabbed a near by pipe and started hitting the lock, it finally busted off allowing us entry. "Nice." Pope shrugged. We made out way in side looking around for any contraband, there was no way all of the drugs he sells were all at his house, and it's Sunday so his shop would be closed, also meaning it'd be unprotected at the moment.

"Guys?" Sarah called from behind a curtain, she came out, both me and Pope looking to her. "Is this what we're looking for?" Smiled holding a twisted bag full of a cream colored powder. She grabbed the duffel bag with the rest in it. "That has to be thousands of dollars worth of ya-yo." Pope said. "Kinda what we were hoping for yea?" I pointed out. He shook his head agreeing as we followed Sarah back outside.

Pope set up a fire with some near by drift wood, sitting the duffel bag in the middle. He dumped some of the alcohol we also stole on the wood, careful not the get it on the bag. "Call him." Sarah said as we all stared at each other for a moment. I nodded slowly pulling out my phone. This could be realllly stupid. But I just kept telling myself, "it's for yn and Jay." So I dialed the number. It rang a few times before the static broke, I heard a loud cough, "hello?" Berry voice asked from the other line. "Hey man, just thought I'd give you call. Ya know how you showed up at my place last night and Rafe blew shots off at the tree?" I asked with a sarcastic "nice" tone. "John B, boy you must got a death wish if your really callin me right now." He laughed. I laughed too matching his tone. "Yeah well, we wanna talk, and for you 'business's' sake I'd say you want to talk to us too." I replied. There was silence for a moment. "What the hell you talkin bout because I know you didn't steal my shit AGAIN." He started getting angry. "Meet us behind the Pawn shop, you have twenty minutes or there won't be any 'shit' any more." He went to say something else but I cut him off hanging up the phone.

I let out a deep breath putting my phone away. "How was that?" I looked up to Pope and Sarah staring at me with blank expressions. "Low key kinda badass." Pope finally said. I let a smile shine through.

JJ's POV

Plum walked by my cell with her hands full, "Yo plum what is all that." I asked leaning against the cold metal bars. She sighed as she took a step back. "Your girlfriend taking a psych evaluation so she can clear your name." She began walking. "Wait plum, first of all she's not my girlfriend, second you know this wasn't me right? You believe that?" She wouldn't make eye contact. "C'mon plum I know I act like a little shit but, attempted murder?" She looked up slowly. "Your a Maybank, it's in your blood." She responded. I let out a scoff. "What the hell did my dad do to you?" I finally asked not understanding her fixed hatred on me.

"He really never told you?" She asked surprised. I shook my head. "He's the reason my husbands dead." My eyes widened. "He killed you-" I began to ask. She shook her head with a sarcastic grin. "No, he just told him we were having an affair and my husband killed himself." I was taken aback I didn't know what to say. "Were you?" I finally asked. She let out a scoff. "That's not the point, I begged him not to tell Billy and he did, because he was mad that I would get a divorce." She started tearing up. "Plum I'm sor-" I began to say before she cut me off, "so excuse me if I think those kind of genes rub off." She wiped her face then took another step, "oh and maybe she isnt your girlfriend but she sure as hell loves you, dumbass."