⁞003⁞

2.7K 98 11
                                    






————————⁂————————






Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.


⁞003⁞

«» Trance «»






It seems like they might have fucked up. 

And by fucked up, Achilles means really fucked up. 

See, when John B had picked him up with JJ, Pope, and Kiara; he didn't think that they would end the day ultimately finding a sunken Grady White that belonged to the sleaziest, junkiest person that lived in the OBX; break into his shitty motel room; steal a gun and a bunch of money; and almost get caught by the cops. 

"JJ, are you out of your fucking mind?!!" See, Achilles was the one to find the safe. JJ would have never seen the gun and attempted to take it if it wasn't for him. 

Yeah, well, he attempted alright. 

"Shhhh, calm down there big guy, everything is fineee" The gun was pointed into the air as JJ placed the gun right onto his mouth to represent a shushing finger while he wrapped his arm around Achilles's shoulders. 

"What the hell? Why take that from a crime scene?" Pope might as well have passed out from the pure look of stress that succumbed onto his face.

"Better than the cops having it." The nonchalant, calm voice that belonged to JJ did not ease Pope's stress as he grabbed onto his head in an attempt of pulling his hair out. 

"I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship" JJ released Achilles' given-up form and wrapped his arm onto Pope's shoulders this time. 

"Hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh. At least you have us, right?" A loud groan omitted from Pope as he slumped his shoulders and lay on the floor of John B's Chateau. 

"I'm living the nightmare." That was that, as Achilles ran a hand down his face in utter defeat as the insane blonde kept playing with the gun. 

Having had enough, Achilles snatched the gun from JJ's hands and sent him a glare that JJ did not question. 

RED FIST - OUTER BANKS OC x OCWhere stories live. Discover now