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...
STELLA LAID ON THE BOW of the HMS as her brother drove them through the Marsh. Her already tan skin had been darkening under the sun, contradicting the pale blue of her bikini.
"You guys see that?" JJ whistled. "That's a Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality and performance. 200K, easy."
Stella pushed herself onto her elbows, gazing at the boat while she placed her sunglasses atop her head. "We chose the wrong parents," said Pope.
"I hate to break it to you, guys, but, that's Topper and his girlfriend."
Stella's eyes narrowed on the boat. She watched as the Cameron girl pulled her sunglasses atop her head before avoiding eye contact with them. Stella scoffed as she rolled her eyes.
"Don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch," Kie hissed.
Stella shook her head, placing her sunglasses back onto the bridge of her nose as she settled back on the boat. "Fucking assholes."
The Pogues remained on the water for a while bit longer—Stella darkening her skin tone as JJ stole hidden glances at her—before they arrived back on land and transferred into the Twinkie. John B drove them to a Figure Eight hotel, JJ's workplace.
"Alright, keep a look out. We're behind enemy lines." JJ loaded his gun, causing Stella to roll her eyes.
"Yo, come on, man. Just put it back."
"You can never be too careful," JJ said, resting his arm on the van's door.
Pope leaned on the door. "Hey. I predict bringing a weapon into a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve."
"Thank you, Pope."
Kie leaned forward from the backseat. "I swear to God, I'm going to throw that thing in the ocean, JJ. Put it back."
"I think it'll be best if I—"
"JJ." Stella leaned forward after Kie exited. "Put that shit away now, and maybe I won't feel you to the sharks later."
JJ furrowed his brows, turning toward her. "They're aren't any sharks—"
Stella reached froward, grabbing the gun's barrel and handing it off to John B. He threw it in the glove box.
"You can't grab a gun like that—" JJ started.
"Keep talking, pretty boy," Stella sung, exiting the van and slamming the door shut.
"Can't forget my badge." JJ grabbed his badge, wrapping it around his hand. "Professional busboy."
