Poguelandia (Kiara x JJ) ~ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

JJ

A downpour of rain wakes everyone up the next morning.

Wonderful.

"We really need to create a better cover," I hear Sarah mutter. I look over to find her sitting up on her cot, shielding her face with her hands to keep the rain out of her eyes.

Kiara says, "Seconded." She's lying on her cot, one arm holding up one finger, and the other is thrown over her eyes.

Pope stands up and stretches, and I let out a groan as I flip my cut-off t-shirt to cover my face.

I feel someone kick me in the leg, and I peek out behind my shirt to see John B. I flinch as rainwater gets into my eyes.

"Let's go," he says. "We have to set the bowls out. Pope wants us to catch as much rainwater as possible."

"It's the freshest," Pope says in passing, carrying two coconut bowls in his hands.

I stand up to remove my drenched shirt and hang it up on a clothesline so it can dry when the rain stops. I grab a few of our coconut bowls lying around and head over to an area with an open sky to place down our array of bowls.

"What's the game plan for today?" I ask, wrapping my arm around John B's shoulder.

John B just shrugs.

"Not much we can do on a rainy day," Pope answers instead, stopping on my other side. "Cleo mentioned going farther into the jungle to find some more berries but the rocks will be too slippery."

John B and I exchange a glance, smirks forming on our faces. "Surf day?" He asks.

"Surf day, baby."

We do our Pogue handshake and then John B goes off to tell the girls what we're doing.

"You joining us, Pope?" I ask, turning to face him.

Pope shrugs and smiles at me. "It does look like some pretty nice waves out there."

"That's my boy." I clap him on the back.

I turn to face the camp, seeing Sarah, Kiara, and Cleo sitting underneath the most covered part of the overhang.

"Kie!" I yell, cupping my hands against my mouth. She turns to look at me. "You coming?"

I see her shake her head. "Next time!"

John B, Pope, and I all head out to the ocean. As we're knee-deep, I feel a blow to the side, and all of a sudden I'm under the water.

I find the surface, standing up again as I shake my head to clear my hair from my face. John B and Pope are cracking up, and I can tell by John B's soaked body that he was the one to tackle me.

A small smirk forms on my face, and I splash water at John B. "Dickhead," I mutter, running to tackle him back.

We wrestle for a minute, playfully splashing water on each other and trying to shove each other under the water. Pope stops us by tackling us, and we have huge smiles on our faces as we swim out deeper.

We still haven't made real boards yet, and I honestly don't know if we'll ever actually be able to, so body surfing it is.

We chat idly as we wait for good waves, but we don't have to wait too long because the small storm is producing some pretty frequent waves. After a decent amount of back-and-forths, we start getting tired, so we bob around past the point of the big waves so we can just swim and talk, our feet barely able to touch the ocean bottom.