DISCONTINUED / NO LONGER WRITING
❛ and its new, the shape of your
body, its blue the feelin' i got and
it's ooh, whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer.
and it's cool, that's what i tell 'em. no
rules in breakable heaven, but ooh,
whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer...
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ❛ whoever lives here smokes too much weed. ❜
FOR NINE MONTHS, the Routledge siblings had been waiting on answers to their father's disappearance. Everyone had tried to convince them he was gone. There is nothing more to say. He's gone. They didn't believe it, not for a second.
John B, more than anyone, was the strongest believer that he really was out there. He hadn't slept for weeks on end. He spent every night trying to piece together his father's disappearance. He didn't want to believe he was gone, and he didn't. Stella simply gave up. However, now that they've seen his compass, her faith has officially been restored. It's a sign. He's out there.They knew he was.
Loud thuds were heard on the front door of the Château as John B laid asleep on the couch. After his early morning escapade to the Cameron's boat to return the scuba gear, he practically passed out on the couch. "DCS! I know you're in there!"
John B slowly awoke at the noise, before JJ jumped in front of the window. John B jumped. "Whoa!"
"Gotcha, slick! You should've seen your face. Your face was like..." JJ burst out into laughter at the boy's reaction, meanwhile John B groaned, running his hands over his face.
"Yeah, yeah," John B groaned.
JJ finally pushed the door open. "That just made my whole day," he said, his laughter finally dying down. "Wait, where's Stellie?"
"Asleep," John B answered, sitting up. "Like I was before you pulled your DCS bullshit."
JJ simply laughed again as he walked into the hallway, making his way to Stella's room.
The girl was sprawled out in her bed, hair covering her face with her blankets covering her lower half. Since Hurricane Agatha took out their AC unit, the Château had been blazing hot. However, at night, it was freezing cold, and Stella slept in shorts, all the time.
JJ leaned on the door frame, watching her. He knew if she woke up, he wouldn't hear the end of it, but he couldn't resist. She looked so beautiful.
Slowly, he approached her. Kneeling down, he pushed her hair behind her ear. "Wakey, wakey, Stellie," he whispered.
At the sound, Stella sprung up, her hand outstretching and hitting JJ in the nose. He fell back with a groan. "Oh, my God," Stella breathed. "JJ? You alright?"
JJ shot her a thumbs up, still groaning on the floor and clutching his nose. "Peachy, Stell."
"Next time, don't wake me up like that," Stella laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. "Okay, let me see it, you big baby." JJ groaned as he tilted his head back. Stella shook her head. "No bleeding, you're fine."
