Parker Kate is a 16 year old girl who is down for anything at anytime! From partying with her friends to going surfing in a hurricane to accidentally falling in love with one of her best friends... all while trying to battle her abusive alcoholic Fa...
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The door to the spare room creaked as it opened and I cracked an eye open to see who was brave enough to wake me when I had been sleeping so peacefully for the first time in what felt like forever, my dreams finally not plagued with nightmares. John B leaned in the doorway, rubbing his eyes, "Yo, JJ, you been outside?"
"I have polio, bro. I can't walk," JJ mumbled, his eyes still closed with his hand in my hair as I was laying on his chest starting to wake up even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
John B got this stupid flirty smile on his face as he took in how we were laying, almost like he had just realized that I was also in the room. "Woah, y'all slept together? I mean... not like that. Wait, did you?"
I wanted to tease him as his face went from joking to completely serious in a matter of seconds but JJ answered before I got the chance. "Nah, man, she was just scared of the storm."
"You mean you were scared, J," I lifted my head off of his chest, rubbing my eyes as I smirked at him.
He huffed in annoyance, lightly pushing me to my side of the bed so he could get up, reaching his arms above his head to stretch. "Yeah, okay, fine. I was scared, are you two happy now?"
John B laughed as I tried to pull the covers back over my head, "I'd be happier if we could go back to sleep."
"Come on, PK," John B yanked the comforter right off the bed and I glared at him only causing him to laugh harder.
Begrudgingly, I got out of bed and followed them out the front door to see what damage had been caused by the hurricane last night. "Agatha did some work, huh?" JJ says looking around at all the fallen tree branches, random trash that had been scattered all over the yard, and a huge tree that luckily fell in the opposite direction of the Chateau.
"Yeah, she did," John B ran his hands through his hair, stepping into the HMS Pogue to start clearing out the debris.
I sat on the step, taking in the mess the hurricane had left behind. It wasn't as bad as it could have been and really we got lucky. I was just happy that I had spent it with my friends instead of having gone home though my nose still hurt from when we tried to surf the surge.
"What you thinkin'?" JJ asked, squinting his eyes from the sun shining right in his face. He took a sip of beer out of a can that had been sitting on the porch all night as if it wasn't warm or stale.
My whole face scrunched up in disgust as I shook my head, "Ew, J! Do you even know who's beer that was?"
He shrugged his shoulders and downed the rest of it without a care, tossing the empty can in my direction. I saw the tab was missing and started laughing, knowing that Pope always did that to be sure he wouldn't get his drink mixed up with anyone else's, the thought of sharing a drink grossing him out.
