she has it all, he has nothing, but everything isn't as it seems.
Blythe St. James's parents are on her ass. she has to have perfect grades, perfect boyfriend, perfect body, perfect reputation. but after closely watching the pogues at a bonfire part...
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Blythe quickly ran into the chateau after JJ, trying her best to catch up to him before he made it over to his friends. He was a fast walker, and Blythe wasn't a very fast runner but luckily she caught up to him in time.
"Hold my hand." she whispered, standing on her tippy toes to reach his ear.
"What, why?"
"Hold my hand!" JJ shrugged, intertwining his fingers with hers. His hands were cold and soft, which was odd because it was the middle of the summer in the outer banks. She expected warm sweaty hands but received the opposite. The fake couple walked hand in hand into the kitchen where JJ began to spread peanut butter across a moldy piece of bread.
"Took you guys long enough Jesus, where were you guys?" John b said, waking into the kitchen. Blythe had taken a seat on the bar stools behind the island. JJ whipped his head around to Blythe, practically asking her to make up an excuse. Blythe was glad that he didn't immediately out her mental breakdown on the side of the road to his best friend. She smiled and nodded at him appreciatingly.
"Oh you know.. Just.... Talking." Blythe said in a flirty tone of voice, already dropping hints to John b, who by the look on his face clearly understood what Blythe was hinting at. JJ just continued to make his PP&J.
"That bread had mold on it two weeks ago, I literally sent you to get Blythe AND bread." John b scolded.
"I may have gotten a little caught up with something and forgot about the bread...I'll just pick off the bad parts! Mold is good for you, it's like a natural organism." JJ explained before popping it into his mouth, quickly learning that the bread was absolutely disgusting and spitting it into the trash.
"Oh gross." Blythe muttered.
John b shrugged before ushering the 'couple' into his fathers office where he explained to Blythe that they had found something from his father. Everyone gathered around the desk as john b pulled apart the FedX packaging with the words "dear Bird" written in bold black sharpie. Blythe was sceptical, as she usually was with anything unfamiliar, but something about this package gave her a bad vibe.
John b ripped open the package carefully, the rest of the group watching with anticipation. Once opened John b stuck his hand inside pulling out a folded piece of paper. Once unfolded it revealed itself to be a huge map. Blythe's jaw dropped, looking over at JJ who was standing beside her.
"Where did you get this?" she whispered to him.
"Cemetary, Pope lost his pants in the process, long story." Blythe looked back at John b and the map, slightly confused.
