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//chapter thirty-one • okay, you two, together? hate it
LIMBREY'S LACKEY robbed Pope of his family's key with archers. This whole thing was starting to read like a bad mystery novel. The Pogues were more excited to tell Andrew and JJ about the fight at the bonfire then them being shot at. Andrew sat on one of the couches, listening to the recalling of the events.
"It was pretty epic." Pope grins.
"Did you see Kelce's face?" John B adds in.
"In comin'!" A figure came crashing down towards Andrew as JJ back-flopped onto the couch, half landing on top of Andrew. Under them, there was a snapping from the rotted wood bones of the couch.
"Could you not?" Andrew grumbled, attempting to roll JJ off of him but it didn't work.
"Another broken couch." John B sighs at the noise the piece of furniture had made. "You're gonna sleep there tonight."
"I always sleep here." He then turned to look at Andrew. "Hi."
Andrew frowned at him. "You're heavy."
Instead of getting up, JJ scooted down and made himself comfortable using Andrew as a pillow. The brunet's soft royal blue sweater, which he wore over a white polo shirt, smelled like a woody soap. A sent that nearly made JJ want to take a nap.
Instead, he saw Sarah open the screen door to the porch. He let's out a whistle in warning to John B before he speaks. "Well, hello, princess."
"What's up?" Sarah's easy smile is fighting to stay on her face when she sees John B sprawled on his chair. Her eyes skim over to her brother, who looks rather relaxed considering that he's a certain blond Pogue's pillow right now.
"Shouldn't you be on Figure Eight with your little group of polo players?" John B is, as ever, ridiculously bad with words. Sarah makes a face. "Or did you break up with Topper?"
"We're just friends," she reminds him, walking over to Kie.
"But did it have to be Topper?" Andrew hums, mostly to himself.
JJ nods. "Out of everyone, Sarah Cameron, Stomper isn't our first pick."
"He's just a friend," John B repeats. "She has a lot of friends."
She abruptly turns to him, fidgeting with her woolly white sweater. "Yeah, and it seems like you've got some of your own too."
"All right, what are you doing here?" John B asks, sitting up.
"I'm here for Pope," Sarah sighs.
That's unusual. Pope makes a face and perks up, tilting his head.
Sarah fidgets some more. "I think I found the island room."
