I'M HOPELESS, BROKEN
─────☆*: .｡..｡.:*☆IN WHICH
two broken teens find comfort
in one another. they figure out
what it means to actually care
for someone other than their
selves or the pogues, while
still going on a treasure
hunt.
{JJ X FEM!OC}
{EXT...
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CHAPTER FOUR
↪GRADY WHITE↩
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AFTER A WHILE, Pope had taken John B's place as captain so he could drink. Under the hot blazing sun, the five were all huddled together, laughing and enjoying their cold drinks.
Lyssa sat on the bow, dangling her feet off. Faint laughter filled her ears as she looked over the horizon, twiddling with her juul with her fingers. She took a hit, twisting her body and blew O's in JJ's face. He quirked a brow at her and gave her 'Oh it's on look'. He pushed the girl to floor of the boat before yanking the silver juul from her hand, that she so desperately tried to keep away from him.
He took a hit, blowing the smoke in her face just as she done before. The girl coughed, waving her hand in the air to clear the smoke. "You're so god damn annoying." she muttered, reaching over and grabbing her beer. She tipped the beer bottle back, allowing the cold liquid to fall from the bottle and into her mouth, the small leeway allowed some to splash in her face.
She looked at her beer bottle in hand and a small gasp left her mouth, remembering JJ's commonly unsuccessful party trick. She stood up and whispered into his ear with an eager grin. His expression matched Lyssa's as he stood up on the bow, telling Pope to go a little faster.
"It doesn't work. We've tried this like 6,000 times." John B groaned, moving already having a prediction of what was to happen because of JJ's actions. "Lizzy, you seriously had to remind him."
Lyssa shrugged with a smile as she spoke, "It's my favorite part of going fishing." Her eyes lit up as beer mostly missed his mouth, and splash both on his face and Kie's hair. She covered her face from getting hit with beer and started laughing.
"All right. All right." Pope called out, holding a familiar shielding position as the curly-haired girl. The engine began to rattle and splutter, and the boat halted to a stop, flinging it's passengers around and sending JJ flying into the water.
