Adore You ☼ JJ Maybank

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[ POUGE STYLE ]

"dude, where is he?" kei said in distress as it was way past three and no sign of john b at the dock

"give him a second, he'll be here." pope said.

"he's coming. it will be fine." jj said as a police car approached them. "get back on the boat, get back on the boat. untie it!"

"shit." kei said.

"wait." maya said once she saw who got out of the truck.

"no way." jj said.

"no effing way." pope said, them all in disbelief that he stole a police car.

"i'm sorry..?"

"you've got to be kidding me." jj said with a laugh.

"uh.."

"shoupe let me take it for a spin." john b says.

"okay, that's believable." kei laughed as she brought the routledge boy in for a hug. "i'll buy that for now."

"it wasn't easy, bro, but we got the phantom for you, and she runs like she was made yesterday. you ready to go?"

"where's sarah?" john b asked, looking around for his girl.

"she's not with you?" maya asked.

"no, no, we got separated in the swamp. she—she said she was gonna meet me here."

"we haven't seen here." pope said.

"well, i'm not leaving without her." john b says.

"john b, look at me." jj says. "i know you feel bad for leaving, but there's no time, man. you've got plenty of gas, plenty of food. once you get around the point, it's a straight shot around the sound to the dismal swamp, okay? once you get there, lay low, alright? hang out for a couple of weeks and then go overland, close the border at brownsville, you got that? brownsville."

"yeah, yeah, brownsville."

"alright. saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. let's do this." jj said and john b climbed upon the phantom.

"hey, hey. i'm sorry for basically... throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing."

"hey, john b..."

"we were bound to run off a cliff at some point, right?" maya said.

"yeah..."

"at least we did it together, though." jj said, putting his arms around pope and maya that stood beside him, maya putting hers around kei that stood beside her. "pogue style."

"pogue style." john b said.

"now, get out of here. please." kei says.

"now. we'll see you in two months, down in mexico." pope says.

"love you!"

"hey, wait—wait a second. tell sarah i said goodbye, okay?" john b said as the crew nodded.

"don't forget, cross the border at brownsville!"

"got it."

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"shit." maya whispered when her and jj looked up to see kei kissing pope. "didn't see that one coming."

sirens sounded closer to them, jj and maya turning back to see a police car. "hey, guys, sorry to ruin the party, but we gotta go right now."

they went to run, but we're stopped by multiple police cars.

"pope, hands!" kei said.

"we're too late, he's gone. damnit! bratcher, have your guys stand down!" shoupe said, "let me talk to these kids. alright, where the hell is he? where the hell is he? jj, i see you're living up to your name. pope, how about you? this isn't a fucking game! you can do the right thing right now! where did he go?"

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the kids were escorted to where the police were set up under a tent. "alright, sit down. don't move. we got a lot to talk about. keep an eye on these kids."

a few minutes went past as jj nervously held onto maya's hand, him already being on parole on top of this.

"that's them!"

"it's the phantom."

shouting was heard throughout the tents of spotting the boat john b was on.