pilot part 5
we all sat in john b's back yard, he had invited us all over to talk about the shipwreck, peterkin showing up here this morning, and what the hell happened yesterday.
i did sleep here last night but i left early this morning to go with kiara to her house to shower and change. my hair was set in two french braids, and i wore a pair of black shorts, a grey shirt with a guitar design on it, and my black converse.
"look, i'm calling it off. all right?" john b said as he walked outside to join us on his back porch. "peterkin said, if i stay out of the marsh, she'll help me with dcs." he finished as he looked at me.
"and you believed her?" JJ asked as he was sitting on a table that was set up, throwing rocks into the water.
"yes, i believe her, JJ." john b said as he crossed his arms.
"an actual cop, john b. you believed a cop." JJ said once more as he tossed a rock.
"all i gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple days, and she'll help me out. it doesn't help that your ass was the one shooting a gun." john b raised his voice a bit at JJ. i held the bridge of my nose as i listened to them bicker.
"you know what i should have done? just let topper drown your ass." JJ said.
i snorted a small laugh at their childish argument, "guys, come on.."
"yeah— because topper was gonna drown me?" john b asked his friend.
"sure looked like it."
"that's funny—"
"have you looked in the mirror?"
"tell me some more. come on."
"guys— please." i said once again as JJ then stood up from the table he was sitting on, walking over to me as he grabbed the top of the railing to the roof, "they always win, don't they, man?" he said with disbelief in his voice.
"kooks versus pogues. they always, always win!" JJ said as he was getting frustrated. he punched the wood softly as he turned around to catch his breath. "dammit!"
"look, it's okay!" kiara yelled.
"no, it's not okay! it is not." JJ started as he turned back around to face all of us, "they don't want us to go down into the marsh. that means there's something valuable down there, and you know it." he pointed at john b who was now leaning down on the chair i was sitting in. "i know you do. and i understand why you don't wanna go." he looked at pope, "you're the golden boy. you got way too much to risk. and you.." he looked down at kiara, "i mean, you're already rich as fuck anyway. and so are you, harris." he looked at me, "why would either of you bother?" JJ and i made heavy eye contact in this moment. his eyes looked glossy like he wanted to cry, bags were under his eyes, and his facial expression soften once he looked at me and kiara.
"that's not exactly true, jay.." i looked down as i mumbled that.
"it doesn't matter— but you and me, man, we got nothin' to lose!" JJ said as he looked back at john b. "we really don't."
"JJ." john b stood back up straight as he kept his hands on the chair.
"and i know it didn't use to be that way for you." JJ said as i turned my head to look at john b, JJ had struck a nerve.
"i don't wanna talk about this. i don't wanna talk about it." john b said as he started to walk past JJ but he stopped him.
"so that's it?" JJ yelled as he lightly pushed john b back.
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CHERRY WAVES|JJ maybank|
Romancedaphne harris was born a kook, but raised as a pogue. she doesn't really have a 'family' as people call it. her dad abused her mom all her life. her mom ended up leaving and completely abandoning her child to save her own ass, but hey, can you blame...
