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 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾 ❛ bam! bam! bam! ❜
STELLA AND THE CREW sat on the porch of the Château. She nibbled on her nails anxiously as she thought about Lana Grubbs. Who were those men? Why were they after the compass? Why did they shoot at them? Why did they harm a harmless woman?
"And then, we were right outside like this..." JJ said as he leaned against the brick of the chimney, pulling Stella from her intrusive thoughts. "And all we hear is, 'Bam! Bam! Bam!' Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside! I'm just looking at him like— Wait, first off, look at this shit." He leaned over Pope and Kie, shaking his hair.
"That's dandruff, disgusting."
Pope pushed his head away. "Okay, thank you."
"Look at all that, alright?" said JJ, pointing toward the ground. "That's paint. At that point, I was like... I'm waiting for death."
"Oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" Pope asked, rubbing his head.
"Yeah."
"Did you get a good description of them? What they look like?"
"Anything's helpful," Kie added.
"Anything we can bring to a police report."
"Burly," JJ deadpanned.
Pope gaped at him. "Burly?"
"Yeah. You know like-"
"That's not very helpful."
"Okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad's garage," JJ explained. "I mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers. I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers..." Stella cringed as he blew out the smoke from his juul. "...they're square groupers."
"They're square groupers? Like narco square groupers? Like Pablo Escobar square groupers?"
He blew out more smoke, "Yeah, man."
"You guys, not everything is kingpin movie."
"What does this square grouper look like? Specifically?" Pope continued as Stella pulled her legs to her chest. She tried to think of what they looked like but even she didn't get a good picture (mostly because JJ had blocked her view majority of the time.)
"You weren't there," JJ protested, taking another breath of smoke.
"—because apparently, you don't know what to look for!"
"Dude! I wasn't taking little mental polaroids the entire time, man! I was under duress, okay!"
Stella shot up to her feet, making her way over to him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, massaging them as she laid her head on his shoulder. "It's okay," she cooed, kissing his shoulder. Slowly, JJ's heart rate decreased.
