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...
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 ❛ yo soy justicia. ❜
JJ PULLS THE VAN up outside Barry's house—the drug dealer who attempted to steal the gold from the teens. JJ knew him as the man who sold coke to his dad, so the vendetta is obvious, but Stella couldn't figure out why he insisted they go to his home.
"Welcome to Crackhead Wasteland."
"I don't know about this, man." JJ switched the igntotion. "Dude, why are we at Barry's?"
"This'll only take a second." JJ pushes open the door and climbs out. He stomps across the lawn.
"Where you going?" John B yells from the window.
"Yo soy justicia."
Pope and Kiara hang out the door. "Did you glean anything from that?"
"You know somebody should probably—"
"Yeah, we got it." John B and Stella climb out of the van and begin to walk into the house. They see JJ rummaging around and trashing the place.
"Yeah, so what's your plan, slick?" asks John B.
"Well, as thou hath stealeth from us, we shall stealeth from ye."
John B and Stella glance at each other. "Uh, English, please?"
"That kind of got lost in translation."
"An eye for an eye, guys."
John B steps in front of JJ to take a minute and help him realize how dumb of an idea this was. "Yeah, that's great, JJ. But what happens when you rob a drug dealer, huh?"
"He knows who we are, J." Stella reminds.
"He'll hurt Stella."
JJ looks at him for a moment then pushes past. "He's not gonna touch her. I'm not scared of this guy."
JJ walks toward the bedroom. "JJ, don't—"
John B leans on a kitchen chair and Stella falls against the wall. "What are you doing?"
"Getting even." JJ walks out, throwing his bag over his shoulder. "All right, took care of business."
John B grabs the blonde's arm and stops him in his path. "Hey, look at me. You keep goin' down this road, you're gonna end up just like your dad, do—"
Stella's eyes widen when JJ grabs her brother's collar. "You watch your mouth, man. Aren't you tired of being' messed with?"
"That's not the point, JJ."
"'Cause I am."
JJ pushes past the twins and meets the others outside. "All right, so we're looking at five grand each for reparations for putting us through hat bullshit. Sorry 'bout that, y'all."
