P4L, carpe diem (JJ Maybank)

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My brother, after everything he went through this evening, came home, and immediately getting rid of dad's stuff. But after today, it made since. Maybe I had to believe Dad really is dead, and stop living my life thinking he is alive. I was in charge of burning everything. But that was until he looked at the billboard, and couldn't help but pulled it out.

Then, he pointed to one of the papers with our relatives. "Olivia R. Routledge," I said, then realized what the R meant. I smiled and we both immediately took off for the Twinkie. We pulled out in front of JJ and Pope, no Kie, since her Dad was practically banning her from being a Pogue. "Let's ride," JJ said. "This better be good."

"Trust me, it is," I added. "Now, let's ride till dawn, bitches!" I shouted, making them laugh, and myself.

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"She says she's not coming," Pope said, walking out of the Wreck. "Shit," I said, laying my head back. "Why not," JJ asked, still trying to pull me to the back because he wanted shotgun. "What's you do to her, John B?" JJ asked.

"Shhit!" John B said, frustrated. "Hang on. I'll deal with it."

Almost immediately, I looked at JJ and we both began fighting for Drivers seat. "No, it's mine!"

"No, it's mine, pussy!" I shouted, shoving him. We both laughed the entire time we fought, until he pushed me a bit too hard and threw me to the floor. "Oh shit! Dyl, I'm so sorry," JJ said, getting up and trying to help me. I pretended to cry until he was close enough, then I pushed him over, taking Drivers seat.

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"Can I sit this one out?" JJ complained. "It's been a long day, and a lot of weird stuff's gone down. I'm just gonna lay low. Pope, did you want a hit of this?"

"Absolutely not!"I shouted from the drivers seat, obviously driving. "Dude, okay. Do you understand that your problem is that you don't get creative?" JJ and Pope fought and I laughed. I stayed clear of all the conversations, currently being 5th wheel.

"I know I was wrong about the lighthouse. And basically everything else, but I was right about one thing. My dad is trying to tell me something," my brother explained.

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My brother walked us through the cemetery, definitely one of the worst places to be at during nighttime. "Come on," my brother said. "I'm coming. This place is like... the worst place during nighttime," I said, basically jumping at every noise.

"Then what happened to 'zero-fucks to give 7/11 Dylan'?" My brother asked.

"You found her weakness, that's what happened," I said.

"Now, what are we doing here?" Kie asked, confused.

"You know how you're trying to remember a song and you can't remember who sings it?" John B asked. "Yeah."

"So, Redfield this whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it's not a place. It's a person."

"Voi-effing-la," JJ sarcastically said. I heard a twig snap and jumped. JJ realized this and looked at me, into my eyes. He placed his arm around me. "See, my great-great-grandmother, Olivia Redfield," John B explained. "Redfield was her maiden name," I confirmed.

"Help me with the door, Dylan. Please," John B asked, and, reluctantly, I left JJ's arm. "3...2..1, Push!" He urged. I pushed against the doors, putting all my power onto the door. "Are you even pushing?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm pushing!"

"This door is fucking 700 pounds. It's not even gonna budge!" I shouted, stepping away. JJ joined us, pointing overtop of me. "We didn't come this far to get this far, all right?" JJ said. "Yeah, great pep talk!" I said. "You're welcome, ...princess."

I blushed a small bit. I couldn't help but blush. "Hssssssssss."

"Shit!!! SNAKE!" I shouted, backing up into JJ.

"Woh, woah, woah! That's a moccasin, all right. Ye olde Dr. Cottonmouth. Death in tall grass," JJ said, than began barking. The snake slithered away. "Shut up, shut up!" I shouted, smacking his arm.

"You're gonna wake the freaking dead, man!"

"They're afraid of dogs. Everyone knows that, man," JJ explained. "I didn't," I exclaimed. "But if I know one thing about snakes, if there's one, there's probably dozens!"

JJ began barking again and I covered his mouth, stopping him. "JJ," I said, turning him around so he looked at me. "Don't bark at the damn wall, cause then, I couldn't help it but send you to an insane asylum," I joked. I slowly uncovered his mouth.

"And John B, I know we both want to get in there, but it isn't gonna budge. Even since it 700 pounds, the time that it's been in that exact spot, it probably grinded into the floor," I explained.

"Haha, 'grinded'," JJ joked. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Guys," Kie said, pointing to a small hole with his flashlight. "Me or Dylan can get through."

"That hole? No," my brother scoffed. "This is about Dad! Even if he really is gone, I need to know. I can't sleep every day for the next decades not knowing if he really lived or not," I explained, grabbing my brothers shoulders. "And I know you feel the same."

"I'll do it," I volunteered. "Would you guys mind holding these vines? Or ripping them off?" I asked. We began tearing off everything, and once it looked naked, I took a deep breath. "I'll boost you up, Dyl. I've seen it in movies several times," JJ told me, interlocking his fingers so I could his hands as a stepping stool. "Or you just want Dylan's foot to touch your hands," Pope joked.

"Foot feddish!" John B joked. "Guys, shut up! We're on a fricking mission!"

"On three," JJ said, but I immediately jumped through. "Or just forget about it!"

I jumped through, looking inside. I used my lantern, looking around. "Heart still beating?"

"So far!" I answered. I looked inside, and I found something really interesting. "Still alive, Dylan?!" JJ asked. "Yeah..."

"Hey guys... I found something!"