Torn

Turtles

"Food?" He exclaimed, his green eyes twinkled and a smile spread across his face.

"Yes. Food." I say, rolling my eyes at him.

"Im gonna go get changed." Pope said
the doorway, jerking his head towards the guest bedroom.

We all have piles of clothes here. It's what you do when this place is like your second home.

"I'm gonna go change too." I agreed, motioning with my hands at my damp yoga pants.

"Mkay." JJ hummed from his spot on the couch.

"I like your sweatshirt by the way." He laughed, looking at the faded gray hoodie I was wearing, which just so happened to be his.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." I mumble, fumbling to take it off.

"No! No! Keep it on. It looks better on you!" He blurts, and I turn away so he doesn't see me blushing.

"Really?" I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and giving him a slight smile.

"Yeah. It does." He laughed.

"Oh. Um, well, I'm gonna go...change." I mumbled, unsure what to say next.

I walk to the door and open it up right as pope walks out.

"Lookin' spiffy there Dr. Spock!" I laugh, and he winks at me.

I walk into the room and open my drawer and pull out my red bikini and a pair of ripped jean shorts. To tie the whole look off I pull a lace coverup over it and and slip on a pair of lace sandals.

Every pair of sandals I buy saves a turtle;)

I walk in and pull my hair up into a messy bun, slapping Pope's butt when I walk by.

"Come on boys." I yell over my shoulder, and see JJ coming out of John B's room with no top on.

I couldn't help but stare.

"Put a shirt on" I tell him, and he rolls his eyes and walks back out of John B's room with a shirt a few seconds later.

"Happy?" He mocks, his hands beckoning to his new shirt.

"Yes" I deadpan, and turn around to walk out of the house.

"Aww!" JJ whines. "You took the hoodie off? I liked it on you!"

I roll my eyes at him. Again.

I start walking away and I make it to the screen door before looking over my shoulder to see them both watching me walk away, their mouths slightly open.

"Come. On." I say again and this time they follow.

We jump into my Jeep and pull out, and I turn up my radio.

"The police are still looking for the two teenagers. John B Rutledge and Sarah Cameron. Both are 16 years old. The male is wanted for the murder of Sheriff Peterk-"

I change the station and start drumming my hands on the steering wheel to the sound of the music.

I can't bring myself to think about Sarah or John B. It hurts too much.

JJ starts tapping his fingers to the music on the armrest and bobbing his head. Pope sticks his head between the two front seats and starts talking.

"I lost my Merits Scholarship." He sighs, putting his elbows on the center console and resting his head on his hands.

"I wonder if I showed them the footage of the wreck if they would be willing to have another meeting with me?" He mumbled to himself.

"Pope, there's no way they would believe y-" JJ starts.

He is stopped by the car slamming on its brakes as he jerks forward and the car comes to a complete stop.

"What the hell!" Pope yells, as he sits back up after getting thrown onto the floor.

I sit, my eyes wide as I clutch the steering wheel.

"Kie? Are you ok?" JJ asks.

I jump out of the car before I answer him and run to the middle of the road a little ways behind the car.

JJ climbs over the center console and sticks his head out the driver side window.

"Kie! What's going on?" he demands, a look of panic in his face.

I have both of my hands behind my ears holding my hair back and I'm looking around on the pavement.

"I saw a turtle trying to cross the road! I can't just leave it! It'll get crushed!"

JJ has his head still sticking out the window when Pope stuck his head out of the back window.

"You made me fall on my face so that you could save a damn turtle?" He yelled at me.

"You should have been wearing a damn seatbelt." I snap back.

"Oof. She got you there." JJ said, reaching around the window to pat his head.

Pope smacked his hand away.

I finally see the small turtle and pick it up and run it over to the side of the car.

"I shall name him squirt." I say, proudly showing Pope the little turtle.

He rolls his eyes and tries to smack it away from him.

I place him down in the grass in the other side of the road and walk back to the car.

"Bye squirt!" JJ calls out the window before crawling back into his own seat.

I jump in and turn the car on, and my favorite song comes on.

I turn the volume up and start singing along.

"What is this song?" JJ asks, once again bobbing his head to the music.

"Cigarettes on patios by BabyJake" I reply, singing to the chorus.

"John B used to play this song all the time." He mumbles.

"I know. He's he's the one that got me to listen to it." Is all I say.

Pope and I start singing the chorus again and JJ looks a little upset that he doesn't know the lyrics.

He starts untying his makeshift bandages and pulls them off his hands and starts picking at the fresh scabs on his knuckles, making them bleed again.

I reach over and smack his hand to get him to stop, and he sticks his tongue out at me.

"Your so childish." I complain.

"Your so bossy." He fires back.

I put the car in park, reach down and grab my light green backpack, and jump out of the Jeep.

"Yeah, well then if you keep it up, this boss isn't gonna get you free food." I say, pointing to the restaurant's sign.

He shut up after that.

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A/N first off, i feel like I need to change the name of this story, Bc I don't know, but the title just sounds weird, soooo give me some suggestions —————->

Second off, when Kiara pushes her hair behind her ear and smiles at JJ in the beginning all I could think about was the Debby Ryan meme...

And last but DEFINITELY not least; please go check out Waitress by lucidgravity