"OH SHIT"

03 | beer

WARNING this chapter contains:
- suggestive sexual content

after the reuniting of kiara and charlotte, the five piled into john b.'s van, driving around the fancier side of the island. they eventually found a house that was still being built. the boys went inside and spread themselves out, sitting on the roof, scaffolding, etc.

"look at these toilets!" kiara exclaimed vehemently. charlotte laughed as the two went to the back of the house.

"they're gonna have japanese toilets with towel warmers." kie said, leading the way out.

"of course, why wouldn't. they?" jj muttered.

"this used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, i guess?" kie said, looking around as she spoke.

"i can't have cold towels." jj exclaimed.

"yeah, kie. how can you live without warm towels?" charlotte joined in, skillfully climbing up the scaffolding to sit next to the blonde. she glanced up and saw john b. standing on the edge of the roof. "john, please don't die?" she said, more a question than a statement.

"yeah, can you please not kill yourself?" kiara asked, tilting her head.

"don't spill that beer! i'm not giving you another one." jj said sarcastically. just as soon as the words leave his mouth, john b. loses his balance and drops the metal can.

"of course you did, like right when i told you not to." jj said annoyed, charlotte laughing as she stood up.

breaks squealed on the other side of the house and the girl bent over the metal to see a police car pulling up. "shit." she muttered, turning to the blonde. she looked up and made eye contact with john b., panic taking over her face.

"john, i can't go to jail." he quickly slide down the roof to stand by her.

"what're you talking about?" he asked, holding her face in his hands.

"hey, security's here. let's wrap it up." pope said. john b. glanced back then looked to his friend.

"you're fine, don't worry."

"but-"

"you only go to jail if you get caught." he smirked.

her brows furrowed as he jumped down. jj stood and reached out to grab the girl's hand. "gary, is that you?" he asked the cop, leaning over the edge before jumping down, turning around and holding out his arms. charlotte jumped out of the bars and into his arms, causing him to stumble back a step or two. he quickly grabbed her hand again and led her through the house.

he led the group down the stairs, coming head-on with gary. jj quickly threw charlotte out of the way and slithered his way after her. he ran into another cop, this one grabbing onto him. charlotte turned to see the small strugle and pulled him towards her, breaking him free and allowing them to run.

"not much of a hugger, man!" jj yelled over his shoulder, a smile lacing her face as she looked back at the two grown men.

"go, pope! go, go, go, go, go, go, go!" jj exclaimed, charlotte chiming into a few as they helped push the boy over the fence. jj kneeled down and boosted the shorter girl up, then hopped the fence himself. the two ran towards the van, john b. yelling out a 'bus is leaving!'

pope grunted as they landed in the car. the group started to banter over the cop, charlotte watching as she leaned back into the cushions of the van. she panted heavily, a few tears falling from the corner of her eyes. jj leaned out and tossed the cop a beer as he ran after the car, eventually giving up.