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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

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chapter eight
[losin control]
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"What do you guys think it is?" I asked, my voice muffled because my head was resting on JJ's back and my arms around his waist. John B was kneeling on the floor, looking at the bag that we had just been shot at over.
"Gotta be money, right?" John B replied, looking at me. If it wasn't physical money then maybe it was some type of drug or something we could sell for money.

"That, or a couple of keys with street vale to the low mid-mills!" JJ looked at me as he spoke, with an unreadable expression. Did he know?
"Can we please just open the bag?!" Pope suddenly blurted out, causing me to laugh at him.

"Wow, pope! That's such a rare outburst of emotion." John B said, chucking a smile at the nervous boy.
"You guys are literally killing me with anticipation." Pope looked at John B, basically begging him to finally open the bag. "We almost died over this." Pope continued.

John B opened the bag and begun searching through, finally pulling out a silver canister. I lifted my head off of JJ's back and watched with anticipation.
John B opened the metal, looking in and tipping it out. A compass fell out.

In that moment, it felt like the ability to breath had just been taken away from me. John B looked at me, and I knew that he knew.
"Oh wow. Yep! That's about right." Pope exclaimed, obviously dissapointed in what we had found.
"Dude, it's not even worth anything." JJ sighed.

"This was dad's." John B spoke up, a look of confusion fell over JJ's face.

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"How could it have been your dad's compass, and why would it have been there?" JJ asked me quietly, we were out on one of the hammocks together. It was now night time, John B was somewhere; I had no clue where. Kie had went home and so had pope, I think. Sometime's it was hard to keep track of everyone.
My heart hurt for John B, I knew that he was hurting. We had just found our dad's compass. I had the ability to hide things and lie and say that I was okay, but John B wasn't the best at hiding things. I know that he still hold's out hope that our dad is going to come back one day. I think that we were both shocked by it.

"I don't know." I spoke, softly. I was fighting off tears. You could only hold off the pain for a certain amount of time but I was scared that If I started cryng i wasn't going to stop.

"Are you okay?" JJ asked, leaning up and looking at me.
"Yeah." I answered, smiling at him. Even If I wasn't okay right now, I knew that I was going to be okay. Finding my dad's compass brought back a lot of memories and made me wonder about all the possibilities.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, resting his hand on my thigh; trying to comfort me.
"I don't wanna talk about It right now." I sighed, taking in his face. There was no doubt that he was a beautiful boy.
"We can talk about something else, It's okay. What do you want to talk about?" JJ asked, rambling. I think he was nervous that he was going to say the wrong thing.

Truth Is, I didn't really want to talk about anything. But I didn't want to upset JJ, and I didn't want to be alone In my room crying, wondering if my dad was still alive. I didn't want to go back to snorting that shit up my nose again, but as much as I didn't want to it's all I wanted to do. It's all I was thinking about.

"We can talk about dogs, or squidward or-" JJ's talking was cut off by me placing my finger on his lips in a shhh gesture. I giggled as I pulled myself on top on him, his hands were behind his head; propping him up.

"JJ, shut up." I spoke as he tried to mumble something, of course my finger was there so he couldn't. My knees were on either side of his body, I removed my hand from his lip and started playing with his hair.
Our faces were extremely close, our breathing getting heavier by the second.

In this moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him but that'd be kissing my best friend. We'd always been close, our relationship was always a little different than a typical friendship.
He was thinking the same, and I knew it. His eyes found their way to my lips.

I leaned down slowly, his hands moving to my waist as he let out a shallow breath. And as our lips touched, it didn't feel real.
I had wanted this for as long as i could remember, but I was always scared. I was scared that it would ruin us but as our lips moved together I knew that I had to stop worrying.
I pulled back for air, it was an intense kiss. Our first kiss, after all these years we had finally grown the balls to kiss each other.

I looked at him, with pleading eyes. I needed something, I needed him. All this time; he was what I needed. Yes, I had him this whole time but not in this way.
He grunted as i leaned back down and brought our lips together again, I wanted to gasp. It's hard to explain what i was feeling, but it was almost euphoric.

I felt JJ's cold hands move, gripping my hips as I shivered. I tugged at his shirt, signaling for him to remove it.
I let out a whine as he removed his lips from mine, but i suppose it was me who waned him to take his shirt off.

But instead of his lips coming back to mine, they met my neck. I let out a soft moan as he started kissing; nipping at my neck. I'm sure that it was going to leave a mark. I squirmed on top of him, loving the feeling that was inflicted on me. As he bucked his hips up against me, I gasped in shock.

"JJ?" I spoke, out of breath and almost moaning. I loved what he did to me.
"Yeah?" He replied, looking at me. I carefully removed my self off of him and the hammock, standing beside and taking his hand in mind. Watching as he followed my actions and stood beside me.

"Let's go inside?" I questioned, giggling as he agreed with me.
So, we ran towards the house like children. Hand in hand, giggling.