(S3/S4) the one where john b's twin joins the treasure hunt and falls for her best friend
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PART 2 OF THE BRIZO SERIES.
THIS STORY CONTAINES MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT, AS WELL AS SPOILERS FROM THE TV SHOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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OUTER BANKS
JJ x...
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There's a few events along the year that manage to bring Pogues and Kooks together, at least for a while. One of them, it's Kildare Enduro. A stupid long-distance race for bikes, originally designed to test endurance, and now used to crown the year's island king or queen. Although not many girls do actually race.
I did once. Came in third place. John B a close fourth. I never did again. I hate the Enduro. And every year I'm forced to come to watch my brother and JJ race against the Kooks. And every single year I have to watch how it gets close to a blood bath.
Well, maybe I'm being a little bit dramatic.
A few weeks after Pope turned off the tap for us, the Kildare Enduro took place. I begged JJ to stay out of it this year, but he wouldn't listen. Said he could win. He convinced Cleo to take a look at his bike and surprisingly Cleo's hatred for the Kooks had grown to the point where she agreed to play the part of JJ's mechanic if it meant beating Rafe and Topper's asses.
I was standing on the sideline, next to Sarah, Kie and Ellie. I wore black cargo pants, with a brown top and JJ's racing jacket, since he said he was too hot to wear it. I took a sip of the beer I was holding and saw Ruthie, Topper's new girlfriend, walk by, waving a hat waiting for people to deposit their bets.
"People really bet on this thing?" Ellie asked, that being the first time she was seeing the race.
"Yup." I smirked, taking another sip. "And you'd be surprised how much money is in play here."
"Isn't it kind of stupid, though? It's obvious the best motorcycle will win. So what's the point?"
"It's not all about the bike." I looked at Ellie with a knowing smile. The poor girl looked so confused.
"But JJ's-"
"I know." I let out a sigh. "Believe me, I know. But don't worry. You'll see what I mean."
Pope made his way over to us, while John B drifted off to chat with JJ, now that Cleo had finished tinkering with the bike. I offered Pope a cold beer, but he declined with a gentle shake of his head, a small smile playing on his lips. Moments later, Cleo rejoined us, and the six of us stood together. The air buzzed with excitement, cheers erupting from the crowd as riders prepared for the race. The smell of weed mingled with the scent of sweat and adrenaline, and drinks were passed around, laughter ringing out amidst the chaos.
"Where's John B?" Blondie asked. I pointed at my brother, who now seemed to be very mad at whatever JJ was saying. I frowned. "What's going on?" Sarah asked, noticing at the same time I did.
