ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕒

Check-in

JJ
The way I walked through the door. The girls stare and I just smirk. As if. Yeah, I was known for sleeping with the hoes, but I don't want that right now. I needed an escape from him. Now that I escaped, I don't need hoes the way I did before.

John B and Pope wait by the main door as I walk in.

"Bitches? Already?" John B asks.

"They wish." I say, patting his back.

We walk to find our space. Pope's already checkin out the list. I don't care enough to. Man, I want a joint. 2 actually.

"Guys! Look!" Pope points.

The list shows a bunch of lessons. Pope points to the most important lesson, it's printed in bold. Environment. Makes me think of her. God, I hate her. Senseless kook, thinking she can run around with us. With me.

John B searches around, then we move a little bit. That little fun took an hour or two, but was it worth it? Not to me, but y'all stay safe out there.

We have a couple of days before we actually start but I mean- it's a couple of days. I don't have to care until then.

We get in the car, immediately Marley hits the radio. I switch it, but you know, this crappy but amazing machine is slow. After about a minute or two, The Beach Boys play quietly while we talk. The time doesn't pass quick, but I light my joint. Make it last longer. Times slow, so I'm gonna take this slow. We got a small apartment for the three of us. It's an amazing place, don't get me wrong, better than I've seen, I just miss the Chateau. Yeah, it's still paid for. Bree's uncle made a surprise return.

When we get there I'm already three hits in. JB takes it from my hand, because he's a greedy fucker, but I don't mind, I just laugh. We get out and make our way in. We don't wanna wreck the place, so we don't smoke inside. Drink? Yes. Always inside. I don't feel like drinking at the moment, I don't really care to. I'm kinda tired, but I blame the weed.

I find my room, mostly unpacked, haven't done much in my little bathroom. Me and the boys had to fight for this room, whoever could hold the water in their mouth the longest won.

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"Okay, this is a bad idea." Pope said.

Me and John B look at each other for a good minute, and look back at him.

"NAHHH." We both say at the same time, cackling to ourselves.

We all put a good mouthful of water in our mouths. First of all, I slapped John B, making pope spit his water all over John B, then John B got mad, spit his water all over Pope. I win. What a good day.

I put my head in the air, spraying it all over them like a fountain. Besides all the ew's and JJ, gross's! I was still rather happy that I spit on them. They deserved it anyways. What for? I don't know, they just did.
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Good times. I think and smile and nod to myself. I was tired, but I couldn't fall asleep. I time lapsed a little.

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"Kie, wait up!" I yelled laughing.

"You can't catch me slowpoke!" She yelled, giggling. The smile on her face was so unreal, but so familiar.

I run after her, my legs not even close to tired. The way I was so close and she dodged me. Little sneak. I continued to run after her, after a minute or two, my hands wrapped around her waist, a squeal leaving her mouth, as I spin her around. Both of us laughing, her in my arms.

It felt right.

Her hands push on my arms, trying to free herself. I laugh, setting her down, and spinning her towards me, hands around her waist so she couldn't escape.

Her smile, bright as always. Her hair, wild curls, but they fit her. Her eyes, dark, but told the prettiest stories when she talked. Her nose, scrunched when I tapped it. Her body, I was whipped for her. Her lips, they always looked soft, never looked chapped or cracked.

"JJ, let me go!" She laughs.

Her laugh, music to my ears.

"Why should I?" I ask, hands around her waist.

"Umm- I- uhh... I'll kiss you!" She offered.

She knows I'm into her. We flirt constantly!

"Prove it." I challenged.

Her lips met mine. Before I knew it, I was actually kissing her. That's what I love about her. Those pretty lips, and mine got to meet them. I'm one lucky guy.
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Now, I don't feel so lucky. The moment that she kissed me is the one I'll never forget. It's been years, but I don't care. Ever since then, we haven't spoken. All of her contact with me has been broken. Not by either of us, but her parents. I hate them, they impacted her, so I never see her. So, mark my words. I hate Kiara. No, it's not her fault. Do I blame her? Not entirely. Do I miss her? Not entirely, but I wouldn't speak to her right now. She kissed me, then told me we could never talk again. She told me why, she gave me a story, and I knew it was true from the way she cried. The way she made me cry. But I don't care.

I still hate Kiara Carrera.

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WELLLLL? I kinda like this start! Can't wait to see what happens because I hardly know! It'll be a few chapters until they meet again!! But I'm excited. Hope you all enjoyed!!

I might drop the next one right now to be honest!