it was 6 p.m. and kie and i were off to get supplies for the kegger we were throwing at the boneyard tonight. the boys were out spreading the word and picking up the keg an the rest of the alcohol we requested.
kie and i hopped in her nissan. it's a nice car, way better than the twinkie. we headed to the dollar tree for cups, and some decorations for the drink table. of course we got side tracked and headed into a few different stores. but at about 7:30 we got back in the car.
"i'm hungry." kie complained.
"same." i agreed. "i'll text the boys to meet us at mcdonald's."
there's not many fast food restaurants on the island, so mcdonald's is our go-to affordable lunch spot.
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jb <3
hey where are y'all?
just got done. what's up?
meet kie and i at mcdonald's,
lunch is on me.
don't have to tell me twice.
see you in 10. love you.
love you.
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so, you are probably wondering how john b and i stay on our feet, and afford to feed ourselves since big john is never around. well john b works for ward cameron, one of the richest people on the island. he's like the kook king. he gladly took jb in and lets him work on his boat. i work for kiara's dad, mike, as a waitress at their restaurant. it's called the wreck, great food, great attraction, for pogues, kooks, tourists. everyone on the island eats at the wreck. so, i have the "pleasure" of serving everyone. the only times i've ever have any kind of incidents is when rafe cameron and his squad come in. it's rafe, topper, and kelce. jj calls the the power puff girls, i think it suits them well. they are always making rude comments and remarks to me, snapping me around like a maid. but i have to oblige, because like i said, the cameron's are some of the most respected and influential people on the island. if i were to stand up to rafe, it would probably cost me my job, so i just suck it up so i can get my paycheck.
anyways, kie and i headed to mcdonald's to meet up with the boys.
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we pulled into the mcdonald's parking lot and i spotted the old, busted twinkie already parked. kie and i walked into the restaurant, and the boys came trailing in behind us. we all ordered our food, sat down, ate, and began talking about tonight.
"so, about how many people do you think are gonna show up?" kie started.
"i don't know man, it's hard telling." jj laughed.
"i'm gonna say, probably half of the island. jj told literally everyone." pope replied.
"hey, the more the merrier, i wouldn't mind to slum it with a few tourons tonight. there's always a few hot ones in the bunch." i joked.
"well, there's always that one hot, blond-headed pogue you can run to." jj winked suggestively.
john b rolled his eyes. "you're such a dumbass." he insulted as he smacked jj on the back of the head.
"anyways," kie began as she tried to get us back on topic. "max and i got tablecloths and cups, y'all got the keg and the folding table, right?"
