"Why are all these mattresses out here?" I ask, there were moldy matresses, lined against the railings.
"After a hurricane, they have to ditch 'em 'cause they're moldy," JJ answers, I was almost surprised he knew a random fact like that.
Once we get to the top floor JJ performs an act. He grabs both of my shoulders from behind and leans near my face. "Just be so careful, John." He grabs my face pulling me in.
I quickly pull away. "God, you're so weird." I laugh, it off, but I feel my cheeks heat up.
"What was that all about?" JJ asks John B, I hope he didn't notice my rosy cheeks.
"I don't know maybe she wants us to be careful." John B throws his hands up, I could tell he was over this conversation before it even started.
"Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been like," JJ starts to massage my shoulders again. "Oh be so careful, John B." In a light voice.
"Get off." I laugh, shoving him off of me. "Why don't you use John B." I gesture to the brunette in front of us. He lets go but continues to talk in a moany voice.
"Oh, just give me that John D already. When are you gonna swoop on that man?" I burst out at JJ's remark.
"Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking." John B groans. "Besides you're the one that's always hitting on her."
"Of course, I'm hitting on her," JJ tells him, as if it was obvious. "She's a super hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us."
"Can you guys not do this right now? Save it for when I'm not here." I ask. For some reason this conversation was building up something inside me, I was almost upset at the thought of Kiara and JJ flirting.
"Every girl that just has a heartbeat, you're just-" John B makes some sort of moaning motion.
"What? It's not a big deal! And I haven't even hit on Lydia yet! I think that's pretty impressive." He begins to put his arm over my shoulder but I slide away.
"Don't. Just don't." John B shakes his head.
"I'm right here." I sigh.
"Is that us? 29?" John B walks up to a door. "This is it."
"Okay." JJ knocks on the door. He lightens up his voice and squeaks, "Housekeeping" There was no answer.
"Should we try it?" I point to the key.
"Yeah," JJ replies. "No power. No security cameras." I catch on to what the blonde is getting at.
"No one is gonna know." I finish for him. John B has already put the key in the hole.
JJ walks in first, me right behind him, and then John B, we were smart enough to bring flashlights, well I was the one that suggested it.
There are two beds, and a huge bag on the closest bed to us. "Check the bag. See if theirs a name on it somewhere." John B commands.
While John B and I are looking in the bag JJ is looking at some clutter. "A jacket."
"Denim Slides," I examine them, they look pretty nice, but out of style.
"No name on the jacket," JJ replies. "It's a nice jacket though."
"Definitely over fifty." John B says, talking about the age of the man.
"For sure," I add. "He's got New Balances." I chuckle.
I walk over to the bedside table, JJ right behind me. There's a map on it. "Yo, dude, come here," JJ says to John B.
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JJ and a Routledge
RomanceA couple of months after John B's dad went missing at sea, a girl named Coral shows up at his door claiming to be his sister, whom he never knew he had. They soon begin living together as she exclaims her story and dives into the Pogues and their di...
