DISCONTINUED / NO LONGER WRITING
❛ and its new, the shape of your
body, its blue the feelin' i got and
it's ooh, whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer.
and it's cool, that's what i tell 'em. no
rules in breakable heaven, but ooh,
whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer...
THE NEXT MORNING, John B's plan was set into motion. They needed the two girls to get along, and in John B's mind, the only was was to leave them stranded on a boat, in the middle of the marsh, overnight. It was a dumb idea from the beginning, but Stella had no other choice.
Stella leaned over the alternator of Heyward's boat. JJ was reaching in, acting as if he were trying to fix it. "What happened?"
"Uh, the alternator's, uh, not alternating anymore." JJ says with uncertainty in his voice.
Stella shoves his shoulders. "It's not charged."
Kie leans forward. "Did you check the plugs?"
"No. No, you should check 'em." The three Pogues stand up while JJ hands the screwdriver over to Kie. "Give it a whirl."
Kie rolls her eyes. "You guys are useless."
"Sorry about that."
As Kie studied the make believe problem, JJ grabbed Stella's hand and they dove into the water, following after John B. "Guys," Kie shouted as the three swam toward Pope in the HMS. "Get your asses back here."
"We can't," shouts John B. "Not till you two figure it out."
"I swill kill every single one of you," says Kie. "Including you, Stella."
Sarah joins. "Y-You can't just leave."
"There's food in the cabin and JJ rolled a blunt," Pope says, holding up two thumbs up.
"Hydroponic!"
The HMS started up as the two girls started to strip down to their swimsuits. Sarah jumped in, swimming toward the boat as it got further and further away. "Wait! John B, you asshole!"
"Love you, guys! Bye!" JJ shouts.
Stella shakes her head, stepping away from the edge and sitting next to JJ. "Those girls are going to murder us, I hope you all know."
John B shrugs, "As long as they figure it out, I don't care who dies."
Stella nodded. "Nice to know how valuable my life is to you, JB."
"Love you, Stella."
Stella offers up her middle finger. JJ laughs as the HMS nears the Routledge's dock.
As soon as the HMS was tied off, the boys raided the fridge. JJ and John B grabbed handfuls of beers and met the two outside.
As night fell onto the OBX, the three Pogues sat on the dock, laughing and joking around with each other. Later on, Pope decided to call it a night. He crashed on the pull-out as planned, leaving John B, JJ and Stella. John B was next to go to sleep. "I'm headed inside. You guys gonna hang out?"
