When Wrong becomes Right

Chapter 5

"Just be so careful John B.," JJ said, caressing John B's face. "God," JB said, pushing him off. I started laughing as JJ kept trying to prove his point. "Like what the heck was that about?" JJ asked. "I don't know, maybe she wants us to be careful." John B argued. "Like every since you've been on exile, she's been like. Oh John B, just give me that John D already, like when are you gonna swoop on that." I laughed but tried to be quiet. "Bro you know the rule, no pogue on pogue macking." John B said.

The rules. John B has a few little rules so that we don't mess up what our friend group has, the main one being "No Pogue on Pogue macking." John B's rules are probably the only ones I have ever followed in my life. The Pogue law.

"Besides your the one that's always hitting on her." John B said. "He hits on every girl ever," I said. "Of course I hit on her, she's this super hot hippie chick slumming with us, why I don't even know, but who cares bro. I know because I've tried that door, and it's locked. Have you?" JJ stated. "You need help." John B said. "You're just now understanding that?" I asked him. "Not a little bit of help like a lot of help. Every girl that just has a heartbeat your just like" John B said, making weird noises. I grabbed the key out of his hand and walked to the door. JJ knocked on it before saying "Housekeeping" Like 5 octaves higher than his normal voice. I laughed, saying "Dumbass" under my breath. He knocked on the window too, before I unlocked the door. 

"No power, no security cameras, no one's gonna know," JJ said, before we walked in, our flashlights in hand.

The boys started checking the bag and jacket for a name. "Definitely over 50, he's got new balances." John B stated. I walked towards the bathroom, looking around. "Yo dude check this out," JJ said, John B and I walking to his side. "Maybe this is where they were fishing." He said, pointing to a post-it note with coordinates. "No that's off the continental shelf, big swell, no one fishes there," I said. "Yeah" John B agreed. "Coffee," John B said in a horrible accent. "Standard, tissues for when you get lonely," JJ said in an equally bad one. "Quick mental note, never let you two become impressionists," I said in my best British accent. "Nice," JB said. 

 "Oooo" JJ said. "You find something?" I asked. "Yeah, a really awesome Dopp kit you won't let me steal." He replied. "It's not me," I said. "Yeah, cause we're not stealing shit," John B replied, rummaging through something. He opened up the cabinets under the TV, revealing a safe. He started punching numbers in as I crouched down next to him. "Punching shit at random. That will definitely work." JJ said, squeezing past me, and going back to the little table. John B went and grabbed something off the table, as JJ started babbling to himself about who knows what. John B punched the numbers into the safe, unlocking it. 

"Holy shit," I said, looking at the stacks of cash, the gun, and the envelope. I picked up a stack of cash and JB turned. "Uh JJ?" he said, trying to get his attention. "hmm?" He asked. "Your gonna wanna see this," I said, holding up a stack of cash. 

He ran up and looked into the safe, grabbing the gun. "Dude put the gun back." John B said as JJ started pointing it around the room. "Put it down before you set it off you dumbass!" I said. "Take a picture of me." He said, posing with it. "You want us to make our own incriminating evidence?" John B asked. They argued for a second, as I heard something hit the window. I quickly looked out and saw Pope and Kie pointing to the door. I jumped over the bed and looked out the window.

 "Cops,"

After a second of panic, John B ripped open the window, him and JJ climbing out before I did, John B slamming the window shut. JJ grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of him farther from the window.

I quickly realized that the wad of cash was still in my hand.

 "JJ I'm slipping," I said to him, my feet sliding. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me under him so that his feet were holding mine from slipping.