Poprocks & Coke (a JFK / Lee Harvey Oswald Fanfic)

44: Johnny Boy

Saturday 17th July 1999
Martha Vineyard, Massachusetts
The search for the wreckage of John's crashed plane continues...
HARVEY'S P.O.V

The search party has been trying to find bits or the full wreckage of John's plane, but to no avail nothing or no one has been found. So far, no survivors have been found either, so there is no John, no Carolyn or no Lauren; surely they wouldn't be far from wherever the plane crashed into the ocean? I really want to know what has happened to my brother and two sister-in-laws, but no one is telling me anything obviously in shock that there's another tragic death in the Kennedy family, maybe they really are cursed... but  then again that's just untrustworthy conspiracy theories. Last I seen of the bride-to-be, Rory was when she heard the news of John's crash and then burst into tears and ran out of the building, away from everyone if I could I would've comforted her but I'm not really the comforting type, I don't take other people's emotions into consideration sometimes; now don't think of me as cold hearted, it's just my condition. I really, really need to find out what happened to my now deceased little brother but none of these morons are telling me anything. Later in the evening I receive a phone call from a member of the search party looking for John, Carolyn and Lauren that the wreckage has been found, but they still have to search a little more for the bodies that were obviously thrown into the ocean upon the impact of the little plane crashing into the ocean.
The next day, Sunday 18th July 1999 I receive another phone call from the search party in the early hours of this morning, reporting that the bodies of John, Carolyn and Lauren have been found and that I've to come down to the crash site and identify John; Carolyn and Lauren will be identified by their own family. I make my way to the crash site with anxiety and sadness all in the one, rising within me and also fear; fearing of what I will see once I get to my location, anxious that I might not be able to either find John or identify him properly between all of the debris from the wreckage. I arrive at my designated location, what I witness shocks me I see the mangled plane in bits and three orange-red body bags lying on the muddy swamp of grass, I guess John would in one of the bags and Carolyn and her sister will be in the two others, I make my way towards the leader of the search party who I got the two phone calls from, I introduce myself and he does in return. As he is retelling the story of how John managed to crash his plane into the deep abyss of the ocean and ended up dead, along with his wife and sister-in-law, he then proceeds to open body bag #1: not John, (Carolyn), then body bag #2: also, not John, (Lauren) and then body bag #3: this has to be John. And unfortunately, well more like fortunately it was in fact John thank god!. The dead grey-green stare was actually freaking me out, the longer I stared the more creeped out I got, the clothes he was wearing the night before were drenched and stunk of seawater, no doubt Carolyn and Lauren's were the same. I then said to the man that led the search party: "This is my younger brother, John F. Kennedy Jr". He then replied with: "Thank you for your co-operation, Dr. Oswald-Kennedy and I'm sorry for your loss". I then went on my way back from where I came from, 'Sorry for your loss' I don't think you know what loss is, pal; that's now two younger brothers I have lost now, my dad is nearly at the end of his life too he'll be gone pretty soon too, my Grandpa Joe passed away when I was 9, I didn't actually go to Grandpa Joe's funeral I was too upset to go I just stayed home and listened to my records for some sort of comfort, cried and then cried some more whilst playing my guitars. Later that evening, I arrived at the hotel I was staying at with the rest of Rory's wedding entourage, I stood at a large window looking out to the town and watched as the sky began to darken and then shed lots of tears (rain), just like I was on the verge of doing, trying to come to terms with another death I had to deal with. I began to whistle a little tune to myself which sparked the idea to write a song for my little brother, Johnny.

He stays home from work this time.
He never really told his wife.
He never really told a lie,
But this time he decides that it's alright.
It's alright.

No one really knows his mind
And no one knows behind his eyes
The man deserves a medal,
But he's never really won a prize
Before.
He goes to lock the door.

He has fallen in love.
He knows it's enough.
But the world looks down and frowns.

Get up, Johnny boy, get up, Johnny boy,
Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground.
You're my pride and joy,
You're my pride and joy.
Get up, Johnny boy, because we all need you now.

We all need you now.

Someone said, "Away you go."
And someone said to you, "Goodbye."
They deflect
The disrespect
When they say that they blame it on the times.
They blame it on the time.

We all know you're qualified
To fix a chair and love your wife.
They all know you're qualified
But they lie when they blame it on the times.
Oh, we blame it on the times.

He has fallen in love.
He knows it's enough.
But the world looks down and frowns.

Get up, Johnny boy, get up, Johnny boy,
Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground.
You're my pride and joy,
You're my pride and joy.
Get up, Johnny boy, because we all need you now.

We all need you now.

I will carry all your names
And I will carry all your shame.
And I will carry all your names
And I will carry all your shame.
And I will carry all your names
And I will carry all your shame.

[2x]
Get up, Johnny boy, get up, Johnny boy,
Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground.
You're my pride and joy,
You're my pride and joy.
Get up, Johnny boy, because we all need you now.
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*All rights go to: Twenty One Pilots
Written by: Tyler Joseph*