I Trotted over to big John's home, as I entered the door I immediately smelt the odour of rusting, metal and toothpaste. Smelt just like John B.
Me: hello??? Is anyone home
Out stumbled a homeless, looking drunk man from the back door
Big j: ahh pope, how wonderful to see you
Me: yea hello big John, have you seen John b?
Big: well the last I heard is that he was going for a surf with you?
Me: nope never saw him, that's why I came here.
Big: well, lucky for you I was going on a boat trip. Maybe we can go on the boat and maybe search for him a bit maybe he got lost in the waves.
I smerked at the sounds of this idea. This was perfect. I can finally be alone with him.
Me: OFC
I said for the cheesy grin on my smile.
Big John pov:
Oh the way, his pearly whites reflected of the sun and how they look so white compare to a dark, crisp skin. Pope was for sure a treasure.
I started the engine of the boat and started to drift off into the ocean of the outer banks. The sunrise gazed upon us.
