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john b's younger, twin sister, madison spends the whole summer looking for the royal merchant with their friends.
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there's an underlining fear of john b discovering a secret relationship...
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the next morning, i woke up to someone knocking on the door. i gasp, not expecting to get startled like that. i climb off the couch, tiredly walking over to the door.
i see sheriff peterkin standing in the middle of my porch. my eyes widen, "good morning, sheriff." i greet with a small smile, "did you need something?" i ask.
"is your brother here, too?" she asks. i nod my head slowly, "in his room, i'll go get him." i say, "come in." i back away slowly, turning around and rushing into john b's bedroom.
"dude, peterkin is here!" i slap my brothers arm, making him get up from his bed. "what?" he questions.
"come out." i say, exiting his room. he follows closely behind. i spot sheriff peterkin leaning on the wall, "sorry to barge in like this, but DCS called." she announces to us.
i immediately pick up the beer bottles, throwing them away in the trash can. "they wanted me to check up on you, two. see how y'all were doin'." she says.
"so, how are you guys? besides the..." she points to her eye, i wince at the sight of john's black eye. "we're good, sheriff." i say.
"oh, no, i'm- we're great. yeah, fantastic. thanks for- uh, comin' by." my brother says, grabbing another beer can, throwing it out.
"i'm so glad to hear you, two say that, but i heard a few things that worried me." she says.
"what's that?" i ask, trying to keep myself busy by cleaning up the place.
"let me see if i can remember..." she trails on, looking up at the photo of my uncle that hung on the wall. "oh, yeah, one of the things i heard was that your uncle teddy, your guardian, hasn't been in the state for three months."
"yeah, that's false." john says, shaking his head. we make eye contact, and my eyes widen. "it's okay." he mouths.
"you don't have to say anything. i know it's true. i called the school. they said you two used to be good students, now you're failin' all your classes, john b." i was obviously the smart twin, i tried to not let things get in my way of school.
peterkin picks up a burnt out blunt, raising it to her nose. she raises an eyebrow, looking at the two of us. "no, no, i'm only failing one, and that's history. the dudes a dick. he's out for me-"
the sheriff cuts him off, "i heard there was a fight on the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved." i purse my lips, jj.
