what happens when two best
friends use each other for
sex as a coping mechanism?
OR
in which jodi breanna routledge
and jj maybank can't seem
to let the ghosts in their lives
stay dead, and begin to blur the lines
of their friendship in doing...
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Jodi drummed her fingers on the desk in front of her, her chin resting lazily in her palm. The sound of the clock ticking on the wall, her nails on the polished wood surface, and her brother's foot anxiously tapping the floor repeatedly filled her senses as she took a deep breath. She scanned the office around her as she waited for the social service worker to greet the two of them. There was a tapestry on the wall behind the desk made of muted tones, a lot of books scattered throughout, plants, and motivational quotes from JFK and Martin Luther King Jr. stapled on a cork board. Jodi didn't know what to make of the decor. She glanced at the clock to her left. 3:27, it read. If she had to guess, she figured her and John B had been waiting in this office for well over ten minutes (rather impatiently). She let out a large sigh as she slumped back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest.
"Are you seriously not worried?" Jodi asked her brother, eyebrows furrowed.
John B shrugged. "Not really, no."
"We literally could be split up across the country."
"I dunno-" John B scratched his head, "I guess I just don't think that they'll actually do anything. We'll worry when we have something to worry about. They don't know shit about us."
Jodi huffed, "I aspire to be your level of calm someday."
The fear of potential foster care had been lingering over the twins' heads for quite some time now, but it never got real until they were sat in this office about twelve minutes ago now. After their dad had gone missing, Jodi and John B's uncle had moved in to become their legal guardian. However, their uncle had been gone for months now, out on a fishing trip. They hadn't talked to him since he left. Quite frankly, they hadn't cared to speak to him. He wasn't much of a parental figure in their life anyway, so why should they have kept in touch? This was the same uncle that was a raging alcoholic, and didn't seem to care that his own brother was missing. He had no sympathy for the twins. Their life had been ripped apart and turned upside down, and it was like everyone in their life didn't even notice or care. That annoyed Jodi beyond belief. So now, nobody is paying rent for their home, and they have no legal guardian. As if on cue and snapping Jodi out of her thoughts, the door opened and in walked a brunette woman. She had green-framed glasses on, her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and Jodi noticed the wrinkles on her tanned skin. She was wearing skinny jeans, a cardigan and a camisole.
"Alright- we have John and Jodi here?" She asked, briefly scanning the paperwork in her hands as she took a seat in the swivel chair behind her desk.
John B gave a subtle wave, and spoke dryly. "That's us."
"Well, it's come to our attention that you two are un-emancipated minors living on your own." The social service worker, who introduced herself as Cheryl, took off her glasses and adjusted the lanyard around her neck.
