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UPON the group discovering a sunken boat, John B went down by himself for further inspection. Whilst he was down there —for quite a while, so long in fact they started to get worried— he found a motel key. The group exchanged looks, trying to decide if it was worth it.
Who knows whose motel room it is.
They all eventually decided to end up going to the motel, having nothing better to do. It would at least give them something better to do than sit around and clean up after a hurricane hit. As they traveled through the marsh, passing by patches of grass, the motel slowly started to come into view.
It looks sketchy as hell, Clara thought, adjusting her tank top she had put back on moments earlier.
JJ whistles as he takes in the sight of the damage Agatha did, sighing, "I thought the Chateau looked bad."
"What a shitshow," John B commented, steering the boat through the water, looking at the brick building.
"Motel or meth lab?" Kie murmured.
"Both," Clara answered.
"Doesn't look like a place someone with a Grady-White would stay," John B shrugged. He was definitely right. No one in their right mind would stay here. At least not willingly. It gave off the same vibe as a lonely motel building on the side of the road that had one person working.
"No. Looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed," Pope countered.
The boat quickly approached the patch of grass, and they came to a stop. JJ quickly hopped off, grabbing the rope, and tying the other end to a rock so the boat wouldn't drift away in the water. "We're good," JJ nodded, standing up straight.
"Don't let him do anything stupid," Pope told John B, sending a pointed finger JJ's way.
"We will," JJ replied with a smile, looking at Pope and then to Clara who hopped off of the boat onto the grass.
"Woah, where do you think you're going, huh?" The blond boy asks, hands on his hips as he looked at Clara with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm coming with you guys. I am not sitting here with tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb," She answered, shoving her thumb to point from Pope to Kiara. The other girl let out a small scoff as John B hopped off of the boat.
"Let's go," John B told them, holding the key in his hand, walking toward the white building.
Clara trailed behind the two boys, following their lead. After being around both of the boys for so long, she had kinda learned to tune out of their conversations, not wanting to be apart of it. And she tuned them out, but she already knew what, scratch that, who they were talking about. Without a doubt, Kiara was the main topic. JJ always teased and poked at JB, asking him when he was going to get with Kie.
