FUCK IT IF I CANT HAVE HIM. I MIGHT JUST DIE, IT WOULD MAKE NO DIFFERENCE.
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a kook falls for a pogue. their worlds collide through a treasure hunt, will it work out?
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they pulled up to the country club, which august was very familiar with. "all right, keep a look out. we're behind enemy lines." JJ said while pulling out his gun. "yo, come on, man. put it back." john b told his best friend.
"you can never be too careful." pope got right next to JJ, "hey, i predict that bringing a weapon to a four star hotel will likely cause more problems then they solve." "thank you, pope." august patted the worried boy on his shoulder.
kiara moved up to the front besides the two boys, "i swear to god, i'm gonna throw that thing into the ocean, JJ. put it back." he put the gun up and grabbing his badge.
"can't forget my badge, professional busboy." "where are we going now?"
"we're getting on the internet because only rich people have electricity right now." "let's do this quick." august pleaded.
her mother was a "country club advocate" so a lot of people knew augustine, especially since she was constantly in debutants with her sister.
we walked through the kitchen while JJ greets all his co-workers. "see, they got backup generators going? kooks don't miss a beat."
he opened up a room full of computers and let the group in, "sweet lord, the internet! i've missed you." pope said while running to the computer.
"let me get in there! gotta check out my insta models." JJ said, august slapped the back of his head, "typical men."
john b pulled out the map and put it on the desk for pope to observe, "coordinates, please?" pope asked. "34• 57' 30" north. 75• 55' 42" west."
a coordinate was picked up immediately. "boom! continental shelf right there." "well, if it's off the deep end, it's not gonna be much of a treasure hunt, is it?"
pope zoomed in closer and we waited anxiously while JJ kept checking the door. "shit, it's on the high side. it's only 900 feet." "that's not too deep" JJ said earning weird looks from pope and august.
"is that doable or something?" kiara asked "yeah, totally doable." JJ replied, "that's what she said." august whispered earning a chuckle from john b and JJ but a glare from kiara and pope, "sorry." she whispered again.
"okay, well will we be taking your personal submarine?" pope looked up at JJ, "how do you know this, mr. dive master?"
"the salvage yard. they got a drone that can drop 1,000. it has a 360 camera and everything. it's for, like, deep dives and stuff. it's exactly what we need."
"can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?" john b questioned, "well, my dad's grimy little hands got his ass fired. i guess the salvage captain frowns on showing up shitfaced, turns out." JJ says earring a sad look from the girl beside him.
