winded ☞︎ jj maybank

the lucky compass ; (1/2)

ANASTASIA sat, her blonde her waving across her shoulders.  She wore a small, light pink, long sleeved crop top. She didn't wear anything over her white bikini bottom, that sat hugging her waist.

    "Ana, what are you doing out here by yourself? On the edge of our boat?" Her step father asked, walking towards the girl. "Just.. sitting here. Why?" She replied, looking up to meet his eyes.

    "Cara made some snacks, she was wondering if you'd like any?" He asked. "What kind of snacks?" She replied. "I think some sandwiches, or something." He shrugged. "I'll be in in a bit.. I just.. needed some space." Anastasia nodded at her step father, as he walked back into their large home.

    She sighed, kicking her feet in the water. Her white bucket hat shielded her from the sun. Hardly. She made her way back to their luxurious house, her blonde hair flowing freely in the wind.

    "Mom, hey." Anastasia nodded at her mother, Cara. "Hey sweets. Their's all types of snacks in the kitchen. Just, don't make a mess. Whitney's off today." Her mother smiled sweetly at her.

    Whitney was the family's maid- they're only maid. She was basically only there for big messes; they cleaned up small ones themselves. They weren't very messy people, anyway.

    "Of course." Anastasia smiled back at her mother, making her way to the kitchen. She didn't really want to eat, not right now, anyway. She poured herself a glass of lemonade, over thinking the events from last night.

    The five friends, the Pogues, had found John B's father's compass. John B was shocked; amazed. As were the rest of them. But, the compass, although it was meaningful to John B, it was pretty much useless.

    Anastasia then brought her lemonade and herself up to her room, throwing a pair of jeans over her bikini bottom. She threw on a pair of white sneakers, closing her door gently behind her.

    "AND then, we were right outside like this! And then 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," JJ rambled, walking over to the four in front of him, shaking his violently. Chips of paint flew from his hair.

    "Look at it. —The house." JJ panted. "That's dandruff, that's disgusting." Kiara scoffed. "Okay." Pope muttered. Anastasia's eyes widened, as John B was silent.

    "Look at all that. All right? That's paint. At that point, I was just, like.. I'm waiting for death." JJ breathed out. "Oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" Pope said, trying to figure out what it was JJ was going on about.

    "Yeah." JJ huffed. "Um.. did you- did you get a good description of them? What did they look like?" Pope questioned. "Yeah, anything? Anything's helpful." Kiara said, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Anything we can bring to a police report maybe?" Pope said, cutting Kiara off. Anastasia looked up, seeing JJ's fear-stricken eyes.

    "Yeah." Kiara grinned. "Burly." JJ said, biting his lip. Pope looked at him as if he was an idiot,"Burly?" "Yeah." JJ nodded,"You know, like—" "That's not very helpful." Kiara cut him off. "Okay, well, no, like the- the type of guy at my dad's garage. I mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers." JJ said, re wording 'burly'.

    "Yeah. Yes. No, we know." Kiara said, looking up at him. "I can tell you with full confidence, guys, these boys, these killers.. they're square groupers." JJ said, leaning against the wall, smoking a joint. "They're square groupers, like narco square groupers? Like a.. Pablo Escobar square grouper?" Pope asked.

   JJ blew out smoke,"Yeah, man." "You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie." Kiara scoffed. "Okay, so, what does this square grouper look like? Specifically?" Pope asked. "You- you weren't there, bro!" JJ raised his voice. "Because apparently you don't know what to look for!" Pope cut him off. "Dude! I wasn't taking little mental Polaroids the entire time, man. I was under duress, okay?" JJ said, out of breath, his face wearing a stressed, emotional expression.