That night, we all go back to the Chateua, as we walk in, I drag my feet to the guest bed. "Alright guys, I am out, wake me up 30 minutes before we leave tomorrow." Pope and Kiara just nod their heads, saying they will.
"Coral." I turn around to see JJ, not too far away from me. I raise an eyebrow and halt to a stop.
"Huh?" I mutter, my eyes feel like magnets.
"Can I- would it be okay- could I..." He was stumbling across his sentence but I knew what he was getting at.
I roll my eyes, laughing softly. "Come on Jay." I usher him over to me, I'm standing at the door frame of the guest bed. He smiles, rushing over to me, and picking me up. I immediately start to squeal. "JJ Maybank! Put me down." I laugh. He chuckles along with me, throwing me onto the bed, and jumping in afterward. We both get under the covers and face each other.
"This is nice." He mutters, looking at my lips and then at me. Shit, shit, shit.
"Yeah," I smile. "Night Jay." I quickly close my eyes, not waiting for a response. I could hear him sigh in dissapointment. I want JJ and I's first kiss to be romantic. Maybe an almost-death situation. Maybe after we finally beat the Kooks in something. But not now, not in a sandy bed, when I can barely keep my eyes open to look at the blonde. I just hoped that the right time was soon. I
The next morning we head to the North Drainage system. Which basically is the end of a couple of drains, that go out into the marsh. Yay, I love pollution. "This is the north drain." JJ tells Pope and Kiara what he told me this morning, "It should've gotten washed into the gully. So, if it got flushed out from this drain, it would've been pushed out to, like--" He gestures to the murky water just in front of us.
"Somewhere in the trash." Pope nods.
"Correct," JJ confirms.
Kiara does a loud, loud sigh, "Oh my God. People who use plastic should be shot." I don't fully agree with that statement, at all. I just think that people shouldn't litter on roads, because when it rains it'll end up in the drain and eventually end up here.
"Okay personally, I love plastic. Use it every day. Love the stuff." JJ tells her as he picks up a huge fishing net, moving it to the side.
Kiara squints at him, "Hopefully, you recycle it and don't let it flush into the ocean." JJ just says, turning towards me and rolling his eyes.
Pope was totally in love with Kiara, and his next words proved it. "I thought you'd say something like that, so..." Pope pulls out trash bags from his pocket, waving them in his hands, "trash bags."
Kiara smiles at him, then looks away, "Did you just proactively protect the environment?" Is this their way of flirting?
Pope smirks back, "Maybe." Kiara nods at him, clearly impressed.
I then decide to butt in before they eat each other's faces, "Do you want me and Jay to leave you two alone or... what's going on?" Pope throws the roll of trash bags at me, luckily I caught it.
"Just pick up the trash," Pope mutters, I could tell he was blushing, just by his faciel expression. I raise an eyebrow and he glares at me before turning his back to me.
When I mean we picked up every piece of trash, I mean it. "Well, that was fun." JJ grunts, throwing the last trash bag to the side. I wiped the layers of sweat on my face.
Pope starts to brainstorm, "If it's not in the trash, then it's gotta be in the storm drain."
JJ points at the drain, "It's in... it's in the drain." He concludes, someone sounds a tiny bit scared.
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JJ and a Routledge
RomansaA couple of months after John B's dad went missing at sea, a girl named Coral shows up at his door claiming to be his sister, whom he never knew he had. They soon begin living together as she exclaims her story and dives into the Pogues and their di...
