❛ don't blame me, love made me
crazy. if it doesn't, you ain't doin'
it right. lord, save me, my drug is
my baby. i'll be usin' for the rest of
my life. ❜
꒰ 🌊 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... ꒱ ↷🖇
mackenzie maybank's life flips
upside down when she's...
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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 ❛ stupid things have good outcomes all the time. ❜
MACKENZIE'S EYES NARROWED DOWN on the trashed motel while the HMS rolls through the water. This place was an absolute shit show, and there was no denying it. Littered with moldy mattresses and destroyed signs. Mack could even see a couple uprooted palms.
"I thought the Château looked bad," JJ whistled.
"This place is a shit show," John B added.
"Motel or meth lab?"
"You be the judge."
Mack rose to her feet with a sigh. "Meth lab, for sure."
"Doesn't look like the type of place somebody with a Grady-White would stay."
"No. Looks like the type of place where somebody with a Gray-White would get killed," Pope retort.
Mack chuckled, patting Pope on his shoulder. "No shit."
"Alright, this is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue coming' in for landing," JJ said as John B neared the grassy ground, the boat grounding into it ever so slightly before JJ caught it from pushing any further. "Whoo!"
"We good?" asked John B, watching as JJ tied the boat off.
"Yeah, we good."
Mack nodded and climbed over the bow with a shout. "Alley-oop!" Mack shielded her eyes from the sun's rays and looked at the hotel. It looked horrible, but she was more than excited to start exploring it. Consider it the Maybank in her.
"Alright. Here goes nothin'," said John B.
"Hey," Pope announced, turning toward the boy.
"Don't let them do anything stupid." Pope pointed to Mack and JJ, who were currently bickering about something how many people they thought had died here.
JJ stopped mid sentence and turned toward Pope, "Oh, we will."
Mack jammed her elbow into JJ's side, earning a loud squeal emit from his lips.
John B laughed as he shook his head. "I'm not making promises."
Pope huffed. "Yeah, I know."
Kie stepped forward to John B, "Uh, be careful." Mackenzie's eyes widened at her friend and she looks at her brother questionably. "I mean it."
John B laughed off the girl's interaction before he stepped out of the boat and pat his friend's shoulder. "Let's go." JJ turned around, following after him as Mackenzie jogged to keep up.
"Why are all these mattresses out?" John B asked, trotting toward the stairs.
"After a hurricane they have to ditch 'em 'cause they're all moldy," JJ informed.
