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THE NEXT DAY, YOU SECRETLY SNUCK OUT while your dad was still asleep. he woke up after a while and went out of his room, yawning and scratching his back.
he prepared a waffle maker and ingredients then knocked on your bedroom door.
"sweetheart, i know things didn't go quite well for us, but how about i make it up to you with some delicious waffles, hm?"
no response.
"(name)?"
when he heard no response again, he opened the door and saw that you weren't there, only your bed neatly folded and a post-it note on the bed saying: "sorry, dad. my friends need me. i promise i'll be safe. - love, (name)"
he stood there in your room, the waffles forgotten, as memories of your mother and the love they had shared flooded his mind. the image of her smile, so similar to your own, brought a bittersweet ache to his chest.
you saw a familiar van on the road and it came to an abrupt stop, right next to you. the window rolled down and john b was on the wheel, wearing a cheeky smile. the door slid open, revealing jj — the one you were thinking about all night.
"need a ride?" john b asked.
"oh, hey guys! i was about to head to the chateau, actually."
"you're gonna walk all the way there? nuh uh, you aren't doing that ever, little miss. it's too far. besides, you have us, so if you need a ride, just give us a call." jj assured.
"okay! where are the others? i don't see pope or kie."
"oh, you know, working their asses off. both of them are really hard-working." john b responded with a shrug.
"i thought you had a job too?"
"boss found out about the diving equipment and i got fired."
now you regret asking that.
"john b, i'm sorry–"
"no." john b cut you off, shaking his head. "the one who should be apologizing is sarah cameron. she said she wasn't gonna say anything, but she ratted me out."
sarah cameron? as in the blonde girl whose boyfriend almost killed john b? you thought. you were new to the drama, the people and the beef going on between everyone and such. well, you were homeschooled all your life and only ever went out to swim, so of course your knowledge about all this was limited.
"by the way, don't just stand there. get in. don't be shy." jj gestured for you to join them inside the van.
"oh, right."
you approached the van and climbed inside. it was your first time in john b's van, which they called the twinkie, and you couldn't help but notice the messiness that surrounded you. like any typical teenager, there were various items scattered everywhere, and a peculiar smell lingered in the air.
