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Somehow the pogues had managed to steal the drone. Blythe couldn't believe it. She was sure they were caught, but when the boys had returned to the twinky with the drone in hand she had never felt more relieved in her life.
JJ had apparently made up some excuse about something his dad left that he was trying to retrieve while John b and Pope made a run for it with the drone.
So now, the absolutely exhausted pogues find themselves back on the road and on the way to Kiara's family restaurant, 'the wreck'. John b and Kiara once again took the front of the van, with Pope, JJ and Blythe all stuffed in the back.
Blythe didn't mind the run down hippy looking van all that much. Sure, the rides weren't very smooth, and it kind of stunk of weed from what Blythe imagined was JJ hotboxing the poor van. But it almost felt like home in a way. It was the place she had been spending most of her summer. It was more of a home then her place back on figure eight, where Blythe dreaded returning to most nights.
When she wasn't "sleeping over at Kiara's" the Kook girl would return to a cold slap from her father for ditching Rafe Cameron, or the ever so painful silent treatment from her mother. She would even find her father with an escort at times, just making her want to turn around and walk right back out of the front door.
It wasn't a secret in the family that Chandler St. James was a serial cheater. It was the whole reason they had to leave new york city, so Blythe wasn't exactly sure why the whole drug rumour arose. She was just as confused on why her mother stayed with him. Blythe always knew her parents weren't a normal couple. But why stay with someone who is always with a different woman? She told herself it was because her mother didn't want to tarnish the St. James family image, but she's tarnishing hers just the same, painting herself as a gold digger with no self respect. Blythe made a vow ever since 8th grade, that she would never be like them.
And here she was, getting out of a run down van, with her not exactly rich friends, going to eat at a pub. Blythe would like to believe her 8th grade self would be proud that she's rebelling.
"Stealing drones makes you hungry." Kiara says, sliding out of the twinky, followed by the rest of the group.
"you got that right." Blythe agreed.
"What I would do to a beer and shrimp and grits right now." JJ says hopping out of the backseat. Blythe comes out after him, the "couple" walking side by side.
"It would not be pretty." Pope adds, walking on the other side of Blythe.
The group walks into the restaurant, it was dimly lit, and pretty much empty other than a few servers tidying up. Blythe was a little embarrassed to admit she had never actually eaten here before. She had heard nothing but great things, even from a kook girl she went to school with. But she had always been too stuck up to eat on the cut.
