[ 𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 ] ~ 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝙾𝙲

XXIX - Surfer Boy Idiots

Jonathan walked across the living room as the officers watched golf on the tv. "Where are you going?" 

"I'm just. . .getting something to drink. Is that allowed or.  . .How does this house arrest work?" He snarked.

"You're not under arrest." The other agent told him.

"Right. No, no, you're- you're here to protect us." Jonathan raised his brows in annoyance before finishing the trek to the kitchen. "And watch tv, apparently." He muttered under his breath, grabbing a can of Coke. 

"Whatcha doin~" Justin hummed, coming to a stop beside him. She heaved herself up onto the counter, swaying her legs and leaning herself against the fridge. 

Jonathan held a finger up to her lips before holding up a 'Surfer Boy Pizza' phone number ticket. She tilted her head, still not quite getting it. But she was sure whatever his plan was had to have been more fun than whatever was going on here. "If you call that stoner loser, I might cry." She warned, muttering softly against his finger. 

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Justin hopped down the steps as the doorbell rang. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." There was a sharp pop and a heavy thud. Justin looked at the dead agent on the floor and turned to run down the hall. The man at the door didn't see her, luckily, as the other agent walked forward shooting at the first assailant. Justin ran straight into Jonathan's chest as he came around the corner. His arms found their way snug around her, keeping her tight to himself. 

"Go in the den!" Agent Harmon yelled. Jonathan dragged Justin into Will's room, keeping her pressed against his chest.

"What's going on?" Will yelled.

"Get back! Get back- get back!"

"Shit!"

"Listen, we gotta go- We gotta go right now!" The window behind Jonathan shattered.

"Shit, shit!" Mike shouted.

"Go! Run!" Jonathan rushed everyone out of the room again.

"Move, move!" The agent urged the teens toward himself, shooting back at the people in the doorway while the five ran across the opening.

"Shit- shit shit-"

Men came up from Will's room, just where the group of teens had run from. Harmon shot them. "Follow me." He ordered.

"Yup-" Justin gave a sharp nod, staring at the body on the floor. She was getting flash backs. When was the last time she saw a dead body? Oh I don't know, maybe when Twelve killed all those people like a maniac last year. 

They kept behind him as they walked toward the kitchen, but were interrupted by men coming in from the garage and open firing.

"What the hell is going on!" Baby Wheeler screamed.

"Just stay there." The agent went around the corner and shot a few people before coming back around. "Get down!" 

"Damn he's cool." Justin whispered under her breath, getting pulled down by Jonathan. 

The kids listened without a second thought, crouching behind the wall they stood at. Pop. Pop. Pop. Another man down. Pop. Pop. Glass shattered. The agent's clip was empty and he had to reload. "I shoot, you run!"

A sharp pain grazed against Justin's side, but she ignored it entirely and ran for the door with Jonathan's hand in her own. 

"Fuck!" Antonio hissed. 

One of the not quite dead attackers by the door grabbed Justin's ankle. "Fuck off, zombie." She seethed, stomping her converse clad foot down on the man's wrist. A satisfying crunch of his bone rang through her ears, she twisted her ankle before continuing toward the street.

Just as they got to the street, the pizza van was coming up to their driveway. Jonathan ran ahead and slammed on the window. "Stop the car!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

"What the hell is going on!" Argyle yelled through the open window.

Harmon let out a strangled noise as the boys hoisted him up into the back of the van. Justin found herself in the front seat with Argyle. "Great." 

"Go, go go!"

"Whoa is that real blood, man?"

"Drive!" Justin screamed., her voice sharp and mad.

"Okay, alri- Oh my gOd why is that guy holding a gun!?"

"Drive!" Everyone but the agent shouted at the boy.

"Okay!" He floored it, running over trash cans on his way.

"You're shit at this!" Justin growled out, holding her hand to her side. 

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Word Count - 716

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Published - October 24, 2025

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