Makena's POV
"I knew they were alive, I fucking knew it." I mumble to myself excitedly. I need to find a way to Nassau and soon. They sooner I can get to them, the faster we can find a way to go home without immediately getting sent to jail.
I grab my leftover mango and walk around the market. I watch the crowd as people pass each other, looking for someone to pickpocket. I find a young girl who looks like she doesn't belong, probably a tourist. I notice that her wallet is hanging out of her purse a little, and make my way over. I bump into her, causing her to almost fall.
" Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I say, catching her before she hits the ground with one hand as my other grabs her wallet and puts it in my pocket.
" It's okay, are you alright?" She asks me, steadying herself.
" Yeah, are you alright?" I ask, taking my hands off of her.
" Yeah, I'm fine." She answers, fixing her dress.
" Alright, well, again I'm so sorry, you have a lovely day." I say, walking away.
" Have a good day, she replies, walking opposite of me.
I wander through town, looking for the nearest payphone, this seems like the kind of place that would still have payphones. I keep walking for two blocks before I find one. It's covered in grime and dirt but it'll do what I need it too. I put the four quarters nessasary into the phone.
" Please, don't let me get an STD from this." I mutter to myself as I pick up the phone and dial the only phone number I have memorized.
The line rings and the anxiety builds up.
" Answer, come on, man." I mutter, as the line rings and rings.
" Fucking christ, man, answer your phone." I say angrily.
JJ's POV
I feel my phone buzzing from underneath me as I lay on the pullout couch in the Chateau.
I look at the caller ID and it says SPAM LIKELY, and the location is Nicholls Town, Bahama's.
" I don't know anyone from Nicholl's Town." I mutter to myself as I silence my phone, laying it next to me.
Makena's POV
" C'mon, JJ! All that time you spend on your phone, you're gonna tell me that you don't see that someone's calling you!" I yell, slamming the phone down on the stand as the line goes dead.
I put the last four quarters in and dial his number again, putting the phone next to my ear once again.
" Please, please answer." I mumble desperately.
The line continues to ring, eventually going dead from no one answering.
" FUCK!" I scream, tears starting to run down my face as I smash the phone onto it's holder.
FUCK ME RIGHT, WHY SHOULD ANYTHING GO MY WAY. I"M STRANDED ON THIS FUCKING ISLAND, I'M WANTED FOR A MURDER I DIDN'T COMMIT, AND EVERYONE I LOVE THINKS THAT I'M DEAD! GOD FUCKING DAMNNIT.
I storm away, trying to control my breathing even though all I wanna do is scream and hit something.
I make my way to a secluded part of the beach and sit down in the sand. I peel open my second mango and take a bite into it when I see something move close to me. I look to my right and see a medium sized, beige and brown, street dog sit next to me, looking at my me with big puppy eyes, practically begging for a piece of my mango.
" Do you want some?" I ask, as I break off a piece of my mango, holding it out for the dog to have. He hesistantly moves towards me, but doesn't take it out of my hand. I place it down on the sand, and he takes the piece, moving back to his original spot before eating it.
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Pogue on Pogue- JJ Maybank
Fanfiction16 yr old Makena Johnson and JJ Maybank along with the other pogues are family and have been since 3rd grade. Makena and the pogues are brothers and sisters, except for JJ. JJ is Makena's best friend and truely understands what she goes through. Mak...