𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙀 || jj maybank

thirty one.

『 useless ! 』

* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

AFTER WAKING UP TOGETHER, LIV AND JJ FIGURED IT WOULD BE BEST TO GO TO THE CHATEAU AND FIND THEIR FRIENDS. And if she was being honest, Liv couldn't think of a better way to wake up. She had been woken up by the blond she was cuddled up to as he softly brushed her hair back and twirled it between his fingers. He kissed her cheek softly, smiling into her skin as he slowly moved down her jaw.

One thing led to another, and well— you can guess what happened.

With a quick shower and some breakfast, the couple started to make their way to the Chateau. They hopped on JJ's motorbike, Liv holding onto JJ's middle with a death grip, and rode off to find their friends.

"When I went back to Tannyhill, Rafe on the phone with Ward, and he just kept saying, my thing, this is my thing. He had to be talking about the cross," Sarah spoke from her seat. "And he's coming into Wilmington tonight at eight o'clock. It's being shipped by train to Raleigh from there, but this is— this is our chance to get it back."

"You get any other information?" Pope queried, leaning closer to the group.

"Uh, Sarah got the cargo number," Kiara says as she takes a piece of paper off the table.

"I mean, they're definitely fencing that shit off as we speak," JJ adds. He's standing just behind Liv, his hand resting on her hip as his thumb rubs back and forth gently. "So we should probably get a move on."

Pope nods before looking to the blonde girl. "Sarah, you hear from John B?"

"No," She sighs, "I mean, he's probably off somewhere with his dad. But the problem is they have the Twinkie."

The group goes silent as they all realize they now have no way to get around. Liv thinks about how her uncle still had his truck sitting back at the house, unused for months. "I can see if Tom's truck can be used," She said, looking around to her friends.

"No, no I'll just ask Heyward," Pope denies.

"Why? That probably won't even go well, and I don't want you to get in any more trouble with it. Tom is sitting off in prison, and he basically owes me anyways," Liv mumbles the last bit, feeling JJ's grip tighten on her hip. "No one is gonna be upset about it if something does happen. Let me do this for y'all," She speaks hopefully, messing with her necklace.

Pope takes in a deep breath before saying, "Okay, fine. Yeah that'll work."

The redhead lets a small smile emerge, looking up to JJ. He gives her a nod as he looks down at her fondly.

Before they could do anything, each teen was set on telling their parents about going on the small roadtrip. They split up, each person going to their respective houses. Thankfully, Hazel was home when JJ and Liv walked through the front door.

Liv sat her down and explained the entire situation, all while JJ sat next to her with a comforting hand on her back. Hazel was definitely confused— and conflicted— but ultimately decided it would be okay for her to go. She hadn't mentioned wanting to use the truck until Hazel had agreed though. "We're uh, we're gonna take Tom's old truck too. If that's alright?"