My Brother's Bestfriend // John b Routlage

Where is she anyways

The next morning I woke up and John b was gone. So was the Twinkie. I was left alone. I brushed through my hair before changing into one of John b's shirts and shorts.

I walked out of the Château, but didn't leave. I went out to the docks where I sat with my legs dangling in the water.

A figure came and laid beside me. I turned around to see John b and he was staying quite. I got up, moving closer before laying down. But John b pulled me ontop of him.

Not much longer Kie and JJ showed up. John b explained to us about how all the gold was gone. Ward Camon was the cause.

"Are you sure he got everything?" Kie asked from beside us.

"Every bar. The whole enchilada." John b said as he took his cast off and I looked at him worried, "Look, it's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit."

"John b..." I said softly as I sat up, my hands resting against his chest.

"What, Bee?" He asked as he opened his eyes, "It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?"

"You should care. Your arm's gonna be messed up for life." I said softly as his hands found my hips.

"It's fine. See?" He said wiggling his fingers.

"Guys!" Pope shouted running down the dock, "Oh! Oh! Oh, God. I ran all the way here." Pope said as he attempted to catch his breath.

"You all right?" John b asked.

"How was the interview, Pope?" JJ asked, oh yeah, that was today wasn't it.

"Don't ask." He grunted, "Jb look, I'm sorry, dude. About everything."

"It's fine." John b replied.

"But--but I don't have a lot of time, and-- and I have information that is tactically relevant. So, before I had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Camron's big plane." Pope ranted as we all stared confused, "Because it was too heavy and it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, 'hm. Why would Camron need a longer airstip to take off?'"

John b looked as though he relized something. He started to sit up but kept an arm around me so I wouldn't move.

"What could be so heavy to weigh it down?" Pope asked and that's when I got it.

"Gold." JJ and I said as I looked at John b and JJ looked at Pope.

"That's right." John b smiled.

"Exactly!" Pope exclaimed after doing what looked like a really awkward victory dance, "Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go."

"Guys, we can't give up now." Kie said hopping down from where she was sitting.

"What's the plan, big man?" JJ asked with a smile.

"We're gonna steal that shit back." John b said before kissing me.

"Okay, I'm all for the love and everything. But don't do this shit in front of me." JJ said as he hopped down from where he was sitting and we all made our way to the Twinkie.

The usual seating arrangement was set as we drove. Me and John b in the front the others in the back. Although, it's kind of weird without Sarah.

Where is she anyways?

"We go in there, guns a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vamoose, get the hell out of there." JJ explained as I was loading the gun and he was handing me bullets.

"Send that shit right down the intracoastal." John b added.

"Wait for weather." Kie continued.

"Exit to Cuba." Pope added.

"Cube?" I questioned turning to look at him while handing the gun to JJ.

We decided it was best if he hold onto it for a little while. I don't know how we came to the arrangement, but we did. Somehow...

"No, man, Xclalak, Jewel of the Yucatan." JJ explained making me smile.

"Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money." I added on as me and JJ high fived.

"Let's do this shit." John b said holding his free hand out and I put mine in his.

"All the way, baby." I smiled kissing his knuckles.