issues ☆ Outer Banks // JJ

III- Straight Smugglin

'I wonder if you look any different
And would I see this year that have passed on your eyes
There is still a little part of you missing out no longer recognize'

Raining in London - Anthony de la Torre, Lana Condor

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the mystery of adventure was what drew the pogues in more than anything. from the motel key to the stolen gun and money, they all had a story and a mystery. the mystery for the pogues was how did they all connect? Why were the cops searching the room? And why did they take the money? 

the thoughts running through their minds was cutout by the shouting of a Mrs Lana Grubbs 'Scooter?' As the 5 of us walked up to the dock to see the fralie women cradling the face of her dead husband. sending shock ways through all of us. 

'who's that?' John B questioned one their friends who sat on a near by bench. 

'it's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm' she replied pulling her phone out and showing us the picture of his lifeless body 'dead body' 

'well that's disgusting' I chimed, swallowing the sick I could feel creeping up my neck. 

'what kind of boat did he have?' JJ asked

'Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White' both kie and mine's eye widened at this response and pope began panicking once again glaring at us both as we sat at his feet

'so um we didn't see anything' pope panted as he open the door to the chateau 

'we don't know anything' I added, receiving a smile from pope who sat down next to me, I could feel the panick raging from his body. 

'we need to have total and complete amnesia' 

'actually, pope's right for once' JJ reached to his feet from the busted arm chair taking another drag from the blunt intertwined in his fingers 'see, I agree with you two sometimes'

'deny, deny, deny' 

'guys, we can't keep that money' kie pipped up, her feet tucked into her legs like the fetal position on the couch. 

'okay, but not all of us can afford unlimted data plans, kiara' JJ glared at the girl. 

'We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs' kie continued 'otherwise, it's bad karma' 

'kie's right and it's bad karma to be implicated in a felony' I said, leaving JJ and John B to roll there eyes at me, both acting like I was born yesterday and couldn't see it  'we gotta go dark' 

if that means we get to keep the money, then I agree' the blunt leaving JJ's lips and bellowing out clouds of smoke. 

'I don't agree' the brown haired boy finally joining the argument 'this is scooter grubbs, we're talking about'

'Same dude that's buying indivudal cigarettes at the porthole' he continued pleading his case to us 'shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the save-a-lot parking lot because he needed gas' John B wasn't wrong, the guy wasn't a saint but no one deserves to be robbed especially when they were dead. 

'we're talking about a dirtbag marina rat, who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden, he's got a grady-white?' he furrowned his brow, holding his hands up 'just sayin'

'all right, so think about it pope, how does a marina rat get a grady-white' this boy wouldn't let out at this point, john b was pulling at straws trying to figure out why the grimy marina rat scooter grubbs had the boat as we sat on the dock of the chateau. both kie and I dangling our legs over the docks with pope and jj fishing.