𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐔, jj maybank

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

﹙ 𝙛𝙡𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 ﹚'ˎ˗

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"dcs! i know you're in there!" jj yelled as he banged on john b's door, startling flora in the process.

"gotcha, slick," he laughed.

"flora," jb groaned.

"right, let's go," flo said as she dragged jj from the window to the van.

"i'm just saying, i don't understand why you don't at least try with kiara," jj started.

"not this again," flora groaned, throwing her head back. last night jj slept over and all he talked about was john b and kie. flora honestly had no clue but not even lana's pasta could get him to shut up.

"she clearly likes you. she's like 'oh john b',"jj continued.

"oh, is that what she does?" john b retorted.

"she's sketching about you diving and then she kissed you bro,"

"she kissed me on the cheek," john b reasoned, "it's not like we were making out."

"low-hanging fruit bro," jj ignored, "don't pretend you don't notice."

"he's got a point, i see it in your eyes, you're like 'i kinda like that' and you start blushing," flora piped up from the back before moving to lean in between the two.

"i blush?" john b asks.

"yeah, you totally do," jj agreed, reaching for the compass that sat on the dashboard before using flo as a shield from john b who was trying to grab it back. "i'm just looking at it. i gotta admit, your father's compass in scooter's boat, that's freaky."

"yeah and that's why we're going to talk to miss lana, figure the whole thing out."

"i'm sure she would just love to talk to us," jj joked, "it's not like her husband just drowned or anything."

flo rolled her eyes before moving to sit on jj's leg, her feet over the divider in john b's lap, who just tapped her leg before resting his hands on her. she felt jj reach over her into the glove compartment and pull out a blunt to light it. he lit up and watched as flora leaned her head on the open window, hair blowing out the window.

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