When Phoebe Crivari-Routledge and her mother, Charlize, hear word of Phoebe's father and her half brother's sole guardian being presumed dead at sea,
they drop everything in effort to care for John B and move back to the obx.
(cover by me)
(obx sea...
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The second we made it back, I made JJ promise not to tell anyone about what happened. He promised not to with a 'Scout's honour' and a fake salute. However, I didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on me for the rest of the night, a look that made me feel like his mirror or like he understood in a way no one else could.
Luckily, we stayed at John B's house late enough that everyone besides Kie ended up crashing, meaning, I didn't have to explain to JB why I didn't have a home to go back to.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts as John B pulls the Twinkie into park, the short journey from the Cut to Figure Eight feeling longer than it ever has.
"All right, keep a lookout. We're behind enemy lines," JJ comments like he's a war general. I peer over his shoulder, watching as he pulls his gun out and cocks it back.
"Yo, come on, man. Put it back," John B pleads, his voice sounding like he's completely given up on JJ being rational.
"You can never be too careful," He replies with a dopey smile on his face.
Pope slides the van door open, climbing out first with Kie and I right behind him. He leans on the open window frame, speaking to JJ while looking out at the location in front of him, "Hey, I predict that bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve,"
