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JOHN B WOKE UP TO WATER HITTING HIS FACE AND ROLLED OVER, his body aching from the rough waves that he had chosen to attack yesterday. He made a move to check his phone and groaned at the sight of no service, instead stumbling out of his room with a yawn. He looked towards the figure sprawled out on his couch with a small smile.
He hadn't seen JJ before he'd finally gone to sleep last night and he'd assumed that the boy was never going to make his appearance, but there he was, passed out on the couch like he always was.
Once it was evident that their side of the island had lost power, he walked towards the door of the chateau and slapped JJ on the back to wake the boy up. "Yo, JJ, you been outside?" He questioned, continuing to walk out onto the porch as the boy made no move to get up and grumbled, "I have polio. I cant walk."
The sight outside was nothing less than he had assumed it would be; fallen trees littering the property as he continued to assess the damage done to his home. He heard the door open and peered behind him to see JJ standing on the steps, a beer already attached to his hand.
"Agatha did some work, huh?"
John B nodded and made an attempt to clear off the HMS Pogue, throwing tree branches that littered the boat to the side in annoyance. He turned around after a few moment and looked at his friend, waiting for him to reveal where he had been all night.
JJ seemed clueless to his desire to know his whereabouts and tossed his now empty can to the side before he made his way towards him.
"Where were you at?"
The blonde boy froze for a second like he had been caught in a lie and kicked at a fallen branch besides his feet. He glanced up and then answered, "Cass's," before shrugging like it wasn't expected to be a surprise to anyone.
John B's brows furrowed at the name and he began to rack through the people on the island trying to place exactly who Cass was. The only similarity that came to mind was Cassidy Blaire but there was no way in hell that JJ would ever have the chance to spend the night at the Blaire residence.
Even though he knew it was too good to be true, he repeated his thoughts and asked, "Cassidy Blaire?" letting his eyes grow wide as JJ nodded. He still looked like this was supposed to be some normal thing for him to do and flinched when John B jumped down from the boat.
"You spent the night at Cassidy Blaire's house?" He asked incredulously, crossing his arms as he waited for JJ to tell him exactly what had happened and how the fuck it had happened.
People like the two of them never mixed with the Figure Eight, even those desperately wanted to try and fit in with the people who resided there. It was like oil and vinegar in his eyes; they just didn't mix, no matter what you tried to do about it.
