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"i'm so glad they're still doing this," kie cheered as she, savannah, jj and pope made their way through the kook infested lawn trying to find an open spot. "keep calm. carry on. back to the island life, you know? aren't you glad i made you come?"
"ecstatic," pope grumbled.
"my couch was pretty comfy, i'll be honest."
savannah looked around at the rich white boys sporting khakis and vineyard vines, scrunching her nose in distaste. "since when are khakis a statement, god."
pope made sure kie was out of earshot before whispering to jj, "we're out of the green zone, man."
"dude, tranquilo, okay?"
savannah looked at him incredulously. "the fuck does that mean?"
pope didn't respond. "we're in the middle of kooklandia. this is the last place i wanted to be."
"suck it up, buttercup," savannah snapped.
jj wrapped his arms around savannah and rested his chin on her shoulder. "sh-shh, calm down, sb." jj sat them down on the grass with savannah in his lap.
"everything's gonna be fine."
"says the guy who isn't being chased by kooks," pope muttered.
"uh, hey guys?" kie said walking back over to the group,
"just saw rafe, and he said, and i quote, 'tell your boy that we know what he did.' what is that?"
"um," jj stuttered, "where is he?"
"smooth jj very very smooth," savannah mumbled under her breath.
"right there," kie pointed to rafe, topper, and kelce who were glaring at them.
savannah smacked jj's arm. "stop staring, dummy!"
"great, the whole death squad," pope exclaimed.
"just warning you, bro, if they corner me, i'm coming out swinging, okay? slicing and dicing. i'm on edge right now."
"yeah, yeah," pope said.
"if that doesn't work," jj held up his backpack, "i got this right here."
pope nodded. "so, we just gotta stay in the group. they can't get us in the group."
"like a school of fish."
savannah rolled her eyes. "exactly, jj."
"stay in the school. can't leave the school."
"i'm sorry, jj-" kie tried to speak, but was cut off by jj.
"stay in school."
"-please tell me that you did not bring a gun here." jj groaned. "jj, there are kids!"
"no!" jj denied. "kie, i didn't bring the gun. everything's fine, okay?"
"famous last words."
"wow, thank you. that's really convincing. i love that, jj," kie scoffed. "founding principle, you guys, no secrets amongst pogues. what is rafe talking about?"
pope just stared straight ahead. "kie, it might go down tonight."
"what does that mean, 'might go down tonight'? what did y'all do?"
jj ignored the girl. "deny, deny, deny," he whispered, so that only pope and savannah could hear.
"we're so fucked."
"jj," pope hissed, "gotta take a piss."
"hold it," jj grunted.
"i can't hold it. i drank too much soda."
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savannah, jj maybank
Fanfictionsavannah bea young wasn't really jj maybank's type, by which, she wasn't some slutty touron. sav was hot, cunning, witty, and probably most notably one of his best friends. they'd been with john b since they were all 8 for crying out loud, seen each...
