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KIE'S SILENCE WAS DUE TO HER FINDING SOMETHING UNUSUAL: a large fedex package hidden in the mausoleum wall. as she got out of the tomb, she handed the white package to john b.
just then, as the smoke cleared, jj's eyes grew wide. "oh, shit. code red. code red. square groupers!" he exclaimed, noticing a group of men approaching.
the teens collectively gasped, quickly moving to hide behind the side of the mausoleum.
"the lights!" kie whispered urgently, crouching next to the stone wall.
john b struggled to turn it off, so he tried hiding it in his shirt, but that didn't work.
you peeked around the corner, squinting to make out if it was really the same men who had attacked you and lana grubbs. "is that really them?"
jj, crouching beside you, nodded and quickly pulled you back. "homie's got a gun."
kie shook her head in frustration. "screw this." without waiting, she sprinted toward the van, prompting the rest of you to rush after her and leap over the gate.
jj helped you hop over the fence and back down.
pope, on the other hand, got into quite a funny situation.
"guys! guys!" pope's voice rang out. everyone turned to see him stuck on the fence. "i'm stuck!
"pope, come on!" jj yelled, pulling out his gun, aiming with one eye closed. "pope, don't move, okay?"
john b rushed to shove jj's arm down, while you and kie grabbed pope by the waist.
"you're fine." kie yanked him off the fence, tearing his pants just as he had feared.
with his pants ripped, pope dashed toward the van in his underwear.
"It's a little tootsie roll!" jj snickered, unable to hold back his laughter.
tires screeched as the doors slammed shut, and the teens made their getaway, completely unaware that the men they had panicked over were simply the cemetery guards.
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"um, jj..." you tapped his shoulder.
he didn't look back, but he replied, "yeah?"
"i don't think you should eat that."
you were concerned by the fact that he was literally spreading jam onto a piece of moldy bread. mold on bread was not a good sign, but he was eager to eat it for some reason.
"don't worry about it, (name)."
pope entered the kitchen, and upon seeing the bread, stated, "that bread had mold on it three days ago. i think (name) has a right to worry."
