𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 | jj maybank

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

CHAPTER FIVE: I LOVE THE ROOSTER!

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a new day rolled around. a fresh start. hopefully, today we wouldn't get shot at or find a boat wreck.

"and we were right outside, like this. and all we hear is just, BAM BAM BAM! knocking paint off the wall, g. from the inside. all right? and i'm just looking at him like. wait, first off, look at this shit," we all sat on john b's porch and listened to jj's fantastic reenactment of the visit to miss lana's place.

"that's dandruff, disgusting, kie cringed at the boy shaking his head violently.

"okay, thank you,"

"look at that! alright? that's paint," jj insisted, ignoring the remarks made by the other pogues, "at that point, i was just like, i'm waiting for death."

"holy fuck you're dramatic," i turned my head to look at him, not being completely serious with the boy.

"oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" pope began to try and reason. good thing we had a few smart people in our corner.

"yeah."

"did you get a good description of them? what did they look like?" pope interrogated john b and jj.

"anything," kie sighed.

"anything we can bring to a police report?"

"yeah. burly," jj glanced at all of us seriously.

"burly?" pope mocked.

"yeah, you know like," jj attempted to explain himself.

"j, that's not gonna do shit," i giggled.

"that's not very helpful," kie agreed.

"okay, well, no. like the type of guy at my dad's garage. i mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers," jj continued to try and reason.

"yeah. yes, no we know," kie told him.

"i can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers, they're square groupers," jj took out a vape.

"hey, gimme that," i sat up. i hadn't smoked in nearly a day, and i needed that shit badly.

"greedy much, princess?" he joked, handing me the vape immediately.

"they're square groupers, like narco square groupers?" pope rested his head in his hands, "like, pablo escobar square grouper?"

"yeah, man."

"you guys, not everything is a kingpin movie," kie cut in.

"what does this square grouper look like? specifically-"

"you weren't there!" jj suddenly let out, "dude, i wasn't taking little mental polaroids the entire time, man. i was under duress, okay? but i can tell you, i can tell you by the way that ms. lana was screaming, that these guys are serious hombres man. it's a heavy vibe right now, okay? i'm not liking this very much."

"why do they want the compass?"

"it's a piece of shit. you couldn't pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to," pope added.

"well apparently it must have some kind of value. i mean, why would they shoot at a group of kids without even being positive we had it?" i chimed in.

"the office," john b paused. we all shared confused glances at one another.

"i love that show!" i interrupted, to which all of my friends stared at me in disbelief.