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CHAPTER FIVE ( nothing to lose )
AURORA'S GAZE OCCASIONALLY DRIFTED FROM HER STILL-IN-PROGRESS POETRY AND OVER TO THE SLUMBERING John B, checking to make sure she could still see the steady rise and fall of his chest after last night's big brawl with Topper Thornton.
He had on a clementine-colored button down, open in the front, and not to the girl's surprise, his practically ancient tried and true navy bandana tied around his neck. A nasty black and purple ring encircled his eye. Sunlight was peeking through the smudged windows, the room in absolute disarray as it always had been and likely always would be. She couldn't picture the boy ever actually getting off his ass and accepting one of her countless offers to help him deep clean the Chateau— God knows the home needed it.
The girl's wandering thoughts were disrupted by the creak of a closeby floorboard, flinching as her head shot over to the noise, finding none other than Sheriff Peterkin. She strode in leisurely through the doorway, all professional and neat in her beige uniform. She could hear the rooster—pretty much JJ's rooster— crow from somewhere outside the home, probably asserting its dominance to some wild animal that lurked nearby in hopes of feasting on a hen from his flock.
"Sheriff Peterkin!" Aurora quickly hopped to her feet, hurriedly closing up her little green notebook and securing it with the piece of old twine she kept with it at all times; shoving the journal into the back pocket of her faded jean shorts as she faced the woman.
The officer glanced only briefly in her direction, unamused before shifting her eyes back to the hardly awake boy. "Get decent sweetie. We need to talk."
Tiredly raising his brows, he nodded begrudgingly; slowly pushing himself up off the bed with a wince, it's broken springs squealing as he did. Aurora smiled awkwardly at the cop once more, merely being eyed up and down once in return before she ambled back out to the living room to give John B a short moment to 'get decent.'
"Were you watching me sleep?" he shook his head confusedly, running his fingers through his disheveled locks with a long yawn; still trying to wake up. When his sleepy brown eyes traveled to the floor, he saw a spare pillow and blanket tossed up against the wall; imprinted on like someone had slept there. He brought his unsure gaze back to Aurora with knitted brows. "Did you sleep in here last night?"
"No. Yes. I thought you had a concussion, so I stayed just in case." she explained speedily, not being able to focus on anything other than the fact that the sheriff was standing right outside the door. She had developed quite a disdain for cops, and seldom did she take them seriously, but one showing up at her best friend's house made her legitimately nervous.
