▌𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 John B's Kook half-sister realizes that her lifelong best friend is all she's ever wanted, and everything she can never have.
"Don't you like it when we're like this?" JJ's thumb tugs on my lower lip, my delicate skin burning hot un...
HANGOVERS AND CONFRONTATIONS ❝ you were borderline white girl wasted and you're not even white. ❞
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Thanks to the pounding in my head, I would've loved to wake up to silence, but instead, my eyes flutter open to the sound of a woman's voice in the living room. Groaning out in discomfort and annoyance, I pull my covers over my head to shield my sensitive eyes from the tiny slivers of morning sunlight that dare to peek through my blinds.
No matter how many times I've been hungover, I still haven't gotten used to the feeling. A raging headache paired with nausea and limbs that feel like spaghetti is truly an awful start to a morning. Really ruins the vibes for the whole day. But still, I never learn. It's probably time I start heeding my brother's warnings.
"You're one inch above the surface, John B. If I was you, I'd start flappin' my wings."
Curiosity is beginning to get the best of me as I wonder who my brother's speaking with. I honestly thought he would've still been knocked the fuck out right now.
With a deep sigh, I roll out of my bed – wearing a pair of thin sweatshorts and one of JJ's old tees – and drag my feet out of my room and to the end of the hall. I'm squinting my eyes to combat all the light pouring in from the windows, so I'm not sure if I'm tripping or not, but I'm pretty sure Sheriff Peterkin is standing in the living room.
How long does it take for a weed high to wear off again?
I rub my eyes and force myself to open them wider, making my vision clearer. I'm not tripping. Peterkin is towering over where my brother sits on the edge of the pullout with her back to me. I wince slightly at the sight of my brother. The bruise around his eye is now fully formed with dark shades of purple and blue.
"Now, you sure you didn't come across a wreck yesterday?"
Hold up... what?
I thought she would've been here about the fight on the beach last night, not our discover discovery in the marsh that literally no one knows about. At least, I thought no one knew. Did someone see us?
