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A lengthy and upsetting hour passed by as the pouges attempted to drag Pope back out in the messy backyard, while numerous soft words of comfort slipped out, trying to get them stuck in his head.
Everyone wanted to sit around the large blaze like we were before and converse about our thoughts and opinions on the intense and shocking situation, having a moment with the group, rather than being stuck in John b's extremely warm house for the next twelve hours. Nearly landing all of us in the hospital after suffering from a heat stroke.
After a long moment of sweetly begging and reassuring him, John b, JJ, and I caught him eventually stepping out of the house with his head hanging low, his deep brown eyes on the splotchy grass, as Kiara's slim and tan hand sat on his upper back and caressed his skin, while her optimistic eyes gazed into his devastated face.
Once he met with one of the low logs across from us three, he roughly flopped onto it, shooting a heavy puff from his mouth, as his dark eyes gradually drew up at the blaze in front of him.
No words were exchanged. Just sights.
Everyone was staring at him.
Soon the two alcoholic-obsessed boys, John B and JJ, were trying to convince Pope to drink his problems away because it always worked for them apparently. I wonder how many problems they have to deal with to the point where they drink and get heavily drunk every single day. However, Pope kindly denied their offer multiple times.
But once his dark eyes shot up at the two boys, his eyes ran down at the tall glass bottle that was sitting in one of my boyfriend's veiny hands, he immediately snatched one of the extra cool beer bottles that John b brought out for us, that was lying on the grass, and quickly placed the cap under his shirt and twisted the bottle open, before he drove it up to his mouth, and began sipping his problems away.
We were all pretty speechless watching the boy's quick actions. That was unexpected on our part, to say the least. Nonetheless, we still managed to stay silent not entirely knowing what to say.
As the uncomfortable silence moved on, I heard a tiny exhale escape from JJ's mouth beside me, before I felt one of his veiny hands creep up to my slim hips, pressing his warm fingertips into my exposed skin.
"You know what, Jay? Do you have any weed on you? Why not test the waters? Get drunk and get high. Let's have fun." Kiara spoke up, causing our eyes to fly at the curly-headed girl who slowly grew a little smile on her lips.
