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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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chapter fifteen
[don't you worry child]
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"Stealing drones make you hungry," JJ spoke as we walked into the wreck, hoping that Kie's dad would be kind enough to give us food again.
It's not like we had food at home and just wanted to eat out, we literally did not have any food and Kie's dad had saved us on plenty of occasions. I'm not sure that he liked us, or wanted to give us food but he did and I was thankful for it.

"I don't even remember the last time I ate," I spoke, JJ looking at me with worry.
"I don't think that's very healthy, Grace," JJ spoke, shaking his head.
"I don't think that you've eaten lately either, J." I retorted, flicking the back of his head.

We'd been to the wreck countless times, but every time I walked in it felt like I was being judged constantly. And I was, the wreck wasn't exactly a restaurant for the rich but it wasn't so welcoming to the poor either.
Kie's parents wanted her to live the 'kook' life, to have a better life and I had only recently started understanding that and where they were coming from.

"What I would do to get a beer and shrimp and grits right now." JJ moaned, tilting his head back.
"Fish is gross, J," I spoke, placing my hand on his back and looking around to see who was here.

"Hey, dad!" Kie smiled at her father, walking ahead of us and greeting him.
JJ, John B, Pope and I stayed back and watched in silence as Kie tried to convince her father to feed us.

"Hey, grace." Mr c nodded his head, smiling at me. I wasn't his favourite person in the world, but I'd defiantly say that I was his favourite out of Kie's friends.
"Hey, Mr C." I smiled back at him, waving.

"Hey, Mr C," JJ spoke in a girly voice, mimicking me.
"Stop being stupid, I want food and we ain't going to get it if you act like that," I said, smiling as he frowned realising what I said was true.

I took notice as Kie and her dad looked at us. John B and Pope waved, JJ put up a peace sign.
"Sit down," Kie said, pointing towards the table.

I took a seat next to JJ, smiling as the food was brought out to us.
"Fuck, I've never been so happy." I almost moaned, taking a bite out of a chip after I finished talking.
"You seemed happier when I was in your-" JJ started but stopped when I slapped his arm, trying not to catch the attention of John B.

I laughed as John B threw a piece of food at JJ who attempted to catch it in his mouth but failed miserably.
We ate for a few minutes, JJ and John B being idiots.
The song changed, Kie suddenly smiled and stood up; motioning for John B to follower her. He did.

I looked over a Pope, who was quite angrily eating his pudding while staring at John B and Kie who were now dancing.
"Damn, Pope. What'd the pudding do to you?" JJ asked, obviously not realising the boy wished he was in John B's place.
"JJ, shut up," I muttered as Pope stared at him with a glare.

"Pope, bro. Come here!" I got up out of my chair and motioned Pope to follow me.
"No?" Pope replies, eyes meeting mine with a questioning look.
"Hurry!" I stated, eyes wide.

He eventually got up and joined me with a defeated look on his face.
"Let's dance," I said, pulling him out to the open area.
I poked him in his side, which caused me to get slapped in the arm.

"It's okay, she turned him down, Pope. You might want to tell her how you feel?" I suggested, laughing as he groaned and started to dance with me.

"JJ! Come join us." I now tried to get the blonde boy over here with us, but he just wasn't having it.

I walked over, gripping his arm and bringing him to the area. I smiled at myself as Pope was finally relaxed and having fun, not worrying about whether or not John B and Kie were in love.

"So, let's dance." I grinned at JJ eagerly, and soon enough the boy had started dancing along with me.

As I looked around me and seen my friends, dancing and happy; it made me smile even harder.
We all needed a break, we all needed some peace in our life.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked JJ, pulling him aside and away from the music. His face held a nervous look and I was worried.
"I need to go home tonight." He let out a sigh, looking down at his feet. He was scared.

"He shouldn't be there, I don't think he'll be there but I'm still, ya know?" He spoke up, looking me in the eyes.

"I'm coming," I stated, grabbing his hands and playing with his fingers gently to try and calm him down.

JJ's dad didn't deserve to have such a beautiful child, his dad didn't deserve a lot of things.
I hoped that his dad wouldn't be home, I didn't want JJ to get just by him again.

It hurt me seeing JJ's face covered in bruises. I mean, he was a kid. He didn't deserve to be beaten on by his dad, it was uncalled for and I wished there was something I could do to change that, but there wasn't.

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John B had dropped us off at JJ's, reminding us to be careful.
We were now in JJ's room, I instantly laid down on his bed. I was tired.

"You really that tired?" JJ chuckled, asking me a question.
"Yes." I groaned, rubbing my eyes and yawning. I felt the bed dip as JJ laid in it next to me.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" JJ asked, looking at me.
"Yeah, what is it?" I replied, eyes now open and looking at him.

"The other day, when you told me that you needed help. What did you mean?" He asked quietly, almost scared of what my reaction would be.

I froze, trying to come up with an answer. I mean, I couldn't come clean and tell him about my drug abuse; my addiction.
"I just- sometimes I get sad, J. Sometimes I do stupid things." I sighed, trying not to cry while thinking about it.

"It's only, Grace. We all make mistakes." He spoke softly, rubbing my arm in comfort.
"I hate that we have to live like this." I leant my head on his shoulder, sighing as I spoke.
"I know. We have each other at least." He said, brightening up the mood a little bit.
It was true, we did have each other and I'm sure that we always would. He made my days better by just being there.

"Do you ever think we'll really do full kook?" He asked.
"Of course. You'll be the new Ward Cameron, but better of course." I laughed with him, closing my eyes.

I felt his body move, making us bother more comfortable.
I truly hoped that one day we would all end up okay, on figure 8 rich as fuck.