All I wanted, JJ Maybank

Four, kegger

song: American Idiot by Green Day

We all watch as a woman cries over a stretcher, which on it lay a man, a dead man. JJ's standing on a crate, holding onto the beam beside him with one hand. John B's kicking his legs nervously, sat on the small table next to Peeler, a local girl from the cut. Pope's leaning on the other side of the girl whilst Kie and I are sat on the crate JJ remains stood on, me leaning back against his legs in comfort, Kie resting her head against my shoulder.

"Who's that?" John B asks the girl sat beside him, subtly pointing at the ambulance ahead.

"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm." Peeler explains, "Hey, check out this pic i got. Dead bodyyy." She says as she shows us her phone only to reveal a gruesome picture of the man, his body all cut up and rotting.

"Er, what kind of boat did he have?" JJ questions, tilting his head.

"Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady White." She shrugs, "Everyone's looking for it."

I sit up of of JJ's legs and straighten my back uncomfortably, noticing Kie do the same off my shoulder. We share a quick glance with each other and then the rest of the group, confirming we were all thinking the same thing. We found his boat. A dead mans fucking boat.

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I begin passing around beers to everyone as i walk out onto the porch, before sitting down on the arm of the couch which was occupied by JJ, flickering his lighter on and off. John B's juggling an empty beer can as he waits for me to hand him a full one. Kie's laid out on the larger sofa, waiting for someone to speak about what had just happened.

I can feel JJ's eyes staring up at me, not blinking, just staring. Looking down at him confused, he sends me a playful wink before turning his head forward. He rests his hand on top of my knee naturally, making my cheeks flush slightly, not enough for him to realise though. God, these butterflies never go away with JJ, do they?

Everyone still remains hushed until Pope rushes in, breaking the silence.

"Okay. So um... we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia!" He explains frantically, sitting on the couch next to Kie.

"Actually, Pope's right for once." JJ says as he stands up, shoving his lighter into the back pocket of his shorts, "See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny."

"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kie chimes in, running a hand through her curly hair.

"Okay, not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kie." JJ replies, earning a harsh tap on the back of his legs from me. Kie sends me a thankful look.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs." She continues.

"Yep, otherwise that's bad karma." I agree, nodding my head.

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too. We gotta go dark." Pope nods, almost sounding like he is trying to convince himself as well as us.

"If that means we get to keep the money, then i agree." JJ grins, looking out of the porch, resting one hand on the wooden beam beside him.

"I don't agree." John B pats his shoulder.

"What? Why?" JJ questions, furrowing his eyebrows.