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"Ricky! Hello!"
"Ricky, hey! I got a problem, bro! I know you're mad at me!" JJ and I harshly banged on the plastic screen door of his cousin's home, watching his familiar and aggravated cousin approach us, only shaking his head, as JJ yelled through the thin screen.
"Remember that time you stole my ambulance?" His cousin immediately called out, digging his harsh eyes into my boyfriend, and causing my neat eyebrows to furrow.
"Yeah. I know. I know. I know you're mad." JJ attempted to calm down the tense situation before I watched Ricky take a step away from the screen door, gradually reaching towards the wooden door.
"No!" I shook my head, watching him quickly flash the middle finger at JJ before he harshly slammed the wooden door shut, cutting all vision of him and his neat home.
"Don't do that!" JJ banged the screen door.
"No! Please! Please, Ricky! Please, we need help!" I slammed my bruised fist into the plastic screen door, almost seeming like I was attempting to shatter it.
"He's having an allergic reaction and can't breathe! Please have some consideration and use your fucking medical degree for driving vans!" I began raising my voice, giving the screen door a final and hard pound.
However, there was no response.
"He's in the car! He can't walk! He can barely fucking talk, let alone breathe. Please! You need to help us!"
"Ricky! Rick, don't be like this, please! Please! Please!" I loudly pleaded, exhaustedly leaning over and banging my forehead against the screen door a couple of times.
"He can't breathe! Please! I'll make up for the fucking van! All I need is help! Please help me!" JJ shouted into the screen door, hearing his aggressive bangs, feeling the tip of my nose grow very tingly at my pent-up emotion, and I harshly squeezed my dark eyes shut.
"Don't be like this." JJ lastly said before I slowly ripped my forehead away from the screen door and turned to my unhappy boyfriend who gave the screen door one more pound.
"JJ. What are we gonna do." I nervously whispered, letting out a deep shudder, peeking over at the other, watching John b keep an eye on Pope who laid in the car, while the two other girls sprinted towards the other side of Ricky's house, and momentarily I heard shouting.
"I can't- I can't lose him, Jayj." I slowly shook my head, snapping my discomfort and frightened eyes back to my boyfriend's comforting ocean eyes.
"We aren't going to lose him. We are gonna find another way, okay? I promise you. He's not leaving us." JJ took a step closer to me, causing my head to tilt up, and the feeling of both of his warm hands landing on the sides of my jaw, while the tip of his thumb rolled around.
