🏝️❛ well, honey, i just wanna let the sun in. let the day just come and go ❜
ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ: for years, pope heyward had been head over heels for the touron that visits every summer. finally, destiny seems to be on his side when she and her family finall...
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John B had invited Pope and Kie to meet them at the Chateau. The five sat on the front porch as JJ retold the events that they had just witnessed. Soleil was perched on the green couch beside Pope, aimlessly playing with his fingers.
"And we were right outside like this." JJ said, throwing himself back against the wall. "And all we hear is just, "Bam! Bam! Bam!" Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside. All right?"
Pope glanced over to the girl beside him, not convinced the story was entirely true. But she vigorously nodded, wordlessly assuring him that this all happened.
"And I'm just looking at him, like... Wait, first off, look at this shit." He moved over to Pope and Soleil, bending his head down as he ruffled his hair up with his fingers. "Look at it. The house."
"That's dandruff, disgusting." Kie grimaced as the white particles fell onto Sunny's lap. JJ scoffed, "Dandruff? Explain this then." He spoke. Without warning, he pushed Soleil's head down too and did the same to her hair.
After a few moments, Pope pushed JJ's hands away from her. "Okay, thank you."
"Look at all that. All right?" He said. "That's paint. At that point, I was just, like... I'm waiting for death."
"Oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" Pope questioned. "Yeah." JJ nodded. "Okay, did you get a good description of them? What did they look like?"
"Anything that's helpful." Kie chimed in.
"Anything we can bring to a police report maybe?" Pope continued.
JJ paused for a second before he spoke. "Yeah. Burly."
"Burly?" Pope echoed in disbelief.
"Yeah. You know, like—" Kie interrupted him, "That's not very helpful."
"Okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad's garage." JJ explained. "I mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers."
"Yeah. Yes. No, we know."
"I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers..." The boy started, before taking a drag of his reefer. "They're square groupers."
"They're square groupers, like narco square grouper?" Pope questioned. "Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?"
JJ nodded. "Yeah, man."
You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie." Kie sighed.
"Okay, what does this square grouper look like? Specifically?" Pope inquired. JJ was growing irritated by his words, "You weren't there, bro!"
"Because you clearly don't know what to look for."
"Dude! I wasn't taking little mental Polaroids the entire time, man." JJ exclaimed, his voice breaking with stress. "I was under duress, okay? But I can tell you... I can tell you by the way that Ms. Lana was screaming... that these guys are serious, serious hombres, man. It's a heavy vibe right now, okay? I'm not liking this very much.
