ISSUES 2 II OUTERBANKS S3/S4

goblin mode

"Let's add drug dealers to our CV."

At least the twinkie is still here. Judging by the scale of how lucky we've been these past months, I wouldn't be surprised if someone had stolen it. "My dad is currently somewhere in South America and they're probably holding a knife to his jaw and what are we doing? Playing drug delivery. Goblin mode?", John B complains king of sarcastically. 

"Seriously, we-" "What's that even supposed to mean, JJ?" "I'm trying to help your dad!", JJ shouts back at John B making me raise my eyebrows. Okay, that was a little too loud. How do I intervene when two dickheads are fighting? "Helping him would be exactly the opposite of what you're doing here!" "Okay, you're right", JJ huffs approaching John B, "You're absolutely right. But do you know who's fault it is? You and your treasure obsessed dad." "JJ, that wasn't-" 

Of course I'm being interrupted by John B pushing JJ by his chest. God, these two are literal kids. "J, calm down", I sigh giving John B a soft look knowing he's easier to calm down than JJ. "Oh, okay. That's how you see it?" "Yeah, that's how I see it." JJ approaches John B and pushes him back angrily. "Well and that's how I see it." "Oh yes", John B replies not giving in so the two of them actually pick up a physical fight making me gasp. Dammit. 

These dickheads have been friends since we were little. They've had enough time to fight but now is the worst time. Not thinking about what's happened last time when I tried to intervene I try to get in between the two boys to separate them. "I've just been waiting for this", JJ announces ignoring my hand on his shoulder as they fall to the ground together. 

"Boys! Dammit", I hiss trying to get in the middle of these kids but they're too heavy, "Seriously, you're best friends." "Get off of me. And Iz get away. You know what's happened last time when someone-" "I didn't mean to hurt her!", John B yells as he lunges to fight back but we all immediately stop any movement when we hear a police siren. Oh how I hate this sign. Definitely didn't miss this. 

"Holy shit", I whisper realizing that there's Shoupe standing right in front of us. He's probably not here to congratulate us on a certain delivery which didn't even work out. "Hello boys, Isabella", Shoupe greets us as the boys and I stand up again acting cool. "Are you alright, Shoupe?", I ask friendly. "Everything's fine between you kids?", he asks us instead. Yeah sure, as if he's asking out of interest.

"Yeah, we just had a disagreement", John B claims slapping JJ's shoulder lightly in a friendly way. Shoupe gets closer to us and leans down to remove a black box from the Twinkie. Great, a GPS tracker. "GPS tracker. This is making it a lot easier to keep an eye on you crooks." "Preservation of evidence is on its way to the transporter, over", a woman speaks through the walkie talkie making me shiver. Really? Finding us here and the truck? JJ's a dead man after this. "Understood", Shoupe replies turning back to us. 

"Duty's calling so we don't want to hold you back any longer", JJ pretends to act normal, "We'll get away from here." "Yeah, we don't want to keep you from working." "Wait a second, alright? We've just found a transporter filled with drugs out on route 12. You don't have anything to do with it, huh?", Shoupe suspects. I didn't expect to land in jail for such a stupid mistake.

"Did you guys hear that?", JJ exclaims dramatically, "That's profiling. Seriously, don't you talk like that. So? Just because we're pogues means that we're drug dealers? No, we're not that desperate, Shoupe okay?" "You've been too busy beating up people and crashing parties instead, huh?", Shoupe replies kind of disapointedly and gives me a serious look, "Your makeuip won't hide that." "Shoupe", I sigh not wanting to discuss this once more.

"I don't like saying this but we have an arrest warrant against you." "An arrest warrant?", John B repeats unbelievingly. No way.. Topper went to the police station? How could.. no, okay, I understand him in general but he could have talked to us first. He could have let John B apologize first. "Topper filed a complaint against you." "Wait a moment..-" 

"What for?" Instead of answering, Shoupe approaches John B taking him by his shoulder. "Shoupe, you can't be serious. Shoupe!" "Hands to the van right here." "Shoupe. I really didn't do anything this time, okay?" "And do you know what Topper did?", JJ adds desperately as we watch Shoupe. 

"No but I know what your friend here did, JJ. He's beat up Topper in front of the whole city. Isabella isn't looking much better." "Well, she's not crying like a little Topper." "Shoupe, please", I beg him to let go off John B but he keeps on ignoring us. "He didn't stop even when the both of you laid on the ground. Topper might be an idiot but you know that that's not okay."

"Shoupe, come on. He macked on John B's girl. You would have done the same." "Shoupe, I understand what you're saying but right now, I really can't go to jail", John B explains instead thinking of his dad. "You should have thought about it before." "Come on, Shoupe. The same topic all over and over again?", I sigh, "Seriously, we don't have time for that. We can discuss this later."

"Shoupe, come on." "JJ-" "He didn't do anything!" "You take care of yourself and don't get into trouble", Shoupe advices us as he turns into our direction just to turn around once more and push John B into his truck to drive away. "We'll find a way, J, promise!", I reassure John B as Shoupe is starting the engine. "Listen, John B, we'll get you out and then we'll go to South America somehow", JJ adds as we follow the car for a few meters. When the car's too far away I let out a loud scream. "Fuck!" "Iz, we'll find a-" "Dammit, JJ, Big John is being captured somewhere in South America and John B just got driven away by Shoupe. We need a plan, now!"