𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙀 || jj maybank

fourteen.

『 we're lookout ! 』

* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

THE CREW HAD DRIVEN OFF TO A SPOT THAT THEY'D BE ABLE TO HID OUT IN AND STAY THE NIGHT. Pope had moved up to the front seat next to Kiara, leaving room for JJ and Liv to get out of the way back and move to the middle. The darkness slowly turned to light, the wilderness surrounding them.

Liv laid back comfortably next to JJ, her head on his chest as he held a joint in his left hand. She held onto his right hand as it rested on her shoulder, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. The sound of the radio filled their ears as the Pogues hid from the cops. The staticky words hurt Liv's brain as she continued to hear murder, Peterkin, and suspect.

Kiara clicked the radio off as they were about to say John B's name, leaving them in complete silence until JJ spoke up. "Let's game this out. Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but... who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us? So the accuser is a bigshot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused... is John B, who is— pretty much a homeless 16-year-old boy, at the moment." John B muttered a thanks as Pope cursed under his breath. "Okay, man. Yucatan, all right? I'm saying that's the only option. What other option do you—"

"JJ, enough with the Mexico bullshit, all right? Sarah's gonna bail me out."

"She did witness the whole thing," Kiara adds.

The outnumbered boy looked out the window, his jaw clenching. "And she's gonna snitch on her brother?" Pope asked, glancing back to John B.

The blond took a hit of the joint, leaning up a bit to look at John B. "It's not happening, bro. Okay? We've gotta get you off the island."

"The ferry, it's the only way."

"Yeah, exit stage left while you can, okay. Before the entire island is on lockdown."

"Guys, just get down," Kiara whispered, leaning down into the seat herself.

JJ laid back down and subconsciously pulled the girl next to him closer. Sirens echoed as a police car raced by on the road a mile or so behind them.

"Sarah's not a Pogue, John B," Pope said after the sirens had faded away.

"Yeah. You can't stay here, man," JJ added, shaking his head. The redhead in his arms turned to look at John B, her face pale with worry. She gave him a soft smile as he met her gaze, his own eyes starting to fill with tears.

"It's gonna be okay," She mouthed, nodding to the boy. "Promise."

After debating on when to leave for the ferry, Kiara ultimately decided to go right away. JJ sat up in his seat, pulling Liv up with him, as John B laid back as to not be seen. Pope switched to the driver's seat, giving the curly-haired girl a break from playing chauffeur.

When they arrived at the ferry slip, Pope parked the car and went out on his own to buy a ticket for their friend. The rest of them stayed as inconspicuous as they could with all of the people surrounding them.