My Sun - JJ Maybank

Chapter 10: Bad JJ. Don't steal.

⚠ Mentions of Drug Use! Mentions of Difficulty Eating!

(I have done a terrible job about putting Warnings up... For that I am deeply sorry. It upsets me that I didn't take into consideration that this is a difficult topic for some people. For that, I hate myself. I'm sorry for being inconsiderate. If drug use or addiction is something that you struggle with, please. Please. Please reach out. If you need someone, I am always here. I am deeply sorry. I will do better. Please forgive me.

With that- here is an update)

If there is anything that Louis has learned with his small time being a Pogue, it's that they don't give two fucks about the rules. They don't care whether or not they get caught by the security. They don't fear that their life is at risk when surfing during a storm. They certainty don't care that the day after a hurricane, a day which should be for cleaning, is now a day for underage drinking and finding sunken boats.

Louis knew his new friends didn't give two fucks, and he enjoyed that, because neither did he. Sure he was on the shy side and dislikes making others dissapointed, but he thrived off risk. He loved going against societies norms when it came to relationships, hence a main reason he was gay (besides the attractiveness and chemistry). He especially enjoyed the late nights when he would have a smoke, or even better, have some cocaine. He would like to say he hated those things. Hated the drugs, but he couldn't, that would be a lie, and he hated lying, even it he did it so often.

He loved the drowsiness alcohol gave after awhile. He loved the giddiness and need of adventure when smoking weed. He loved the numbness that cocaine brought. He hated using drugs, but fuck, he loved the feeling of them in his system. He knew it what wrong, he truly did, but he couldn't stop. Not now. Not soon. He just couldn't. If he couldn't forget, then he would atleast not feel.

Louis in simple terms, didn't give a fuck. Right now, he realized that the pogues were just the same. Not giving a fuck.

"It's a boat!" Pope yells.

"Holy shit, he's right. Let's go." Kie says, standing up and looking down in the murky water, seeing the shadow of a point.

Leo walks over to Louis and wipes the bit of blood on his brothers face from the fall caused by the boats sudden stop earlier.

"Ça va, mon frère ?" Louis asks, seeing the expression of concern on his little brothers face.

(You okay, brother?)

Leo nods and pulls his brother into a side hug, before squeezing tighter out of concern when Pope speaks his next words.

"You think there's a dead body down there?"

"cadavre? ! s'il vous plaît ne me dites pas qu'il y a cadavre! Je ne veux pas voir un autre cadavre. mère était assez..." Leo pleads, looking at his brother with a gloom and upset look, eyes glossy.

("dead body?! please don't tell me there is dead body! I don't want to see any other dead body. mother was enough...")

"There is no dead body frére. I promise you that. Okay? We will be okay. Tout ira bien." Louis squeezes his brother one more time, before giving him a reassuring smile and pushing him towards the ledge so Leo can get his own look at the sunken boat.

("We will be okay")

Kie soon strips of her clothes so she is only in her swimsuit after having certainty that there is a boat down in the water. She soon jumps in, along with John B following after her"

"Guys, wait up!" Pope yells, starting to strip of his own clothes.

Leo looks at Louis and shrugs before taking of his shoes and shirt. He soon jumps in, Pope following suit.