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Sweet but Psycho

Summary: How different would the Outer Banks be if JJ Maybank was cast as a girl?...Here is Female!JJ’s backstory in the OBX along with how I would rewrite the scene where they find the gun in the motel with this change.

Pairing: ........Not even gonna lie here, Female!JJ and John B. would 100% happen so here it is.

Warnings: Drinking/Alcohol, Mentions of Drug Use, Mentions of Sex (nothing graphic…just implied!), Mentions of Abuse and Trama, Physical Fighting

Word Count: 5,654

A/N: I don’t know WHAT possessed me to write this. I saw an Instagram post asking what it would be like if JJ was actually a girl in Outer Banks and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. Also, tell me this song from the title wouldn’t be perfect for her?! Also, I know Amber Heard is extremely problematic....but her around circa 2011 would make such a good female!JJ

Enjoy!

Grab a cop gun kinda crazy. She's poison but tasty. People say, "Run, don't walk away"

The Outer Banks. Paradise on earth as John B. would call it, along with the other Pogues and many outsiders who came to visit for the summer and then leave. It was a place of adventure, mystery and all around good times. But while on the surface all seemed like a perfect paradise, under the waves of perfection were dangerous rip currents that threatened the carefree nature of the Pogues.

Enter Juliana Jordan Maybank. Better known as JJ to almost everyone who knew her on the island. A Pogue in every sense of the word. She lived on the cut with her alcoholic and drug addicted father. Her mother walked out on the two of them early on in JJ’s life and really all she could remember about her was the fact that she didn’t want to take JJ with her when she left. Her father consistently blamed JJ for her mother leaving which would usually end in yelling that escalated to punches being thrown.

She found refuge though with her friends. They never seemed to question the late night calls, random meet ups at odd hours and the occasional impromptu kegger at the beach. It was the perfect escape when she needed an excuse to get drunk or high and forget the events that happened before.

There was Kiara, the stereotypical islander. If you needed advice on how to save the planet, she was your go to and she could usually be found at parties educating tourists. Her and JJ had been friends for a while despite the fact that she was part Kook. Kie was the person JJ went to when she needed genuine girl time...which was rare. She could recall, though, nights where she would show up to Kie’s house crying and the girl would know exactly what to do to make it better. Some nights it was smoking a blunt and eating raw cookie dough until the early hours of the morning, other nights it was braiding hair on the floor of the bedroom and ranting about boys. Either way, Kiara was always the person JJ found herself going to when she needed help.

Pope was the next Pogue that came to mind when thinking about the group. He was the brains of the operation and was working hard this summer at earning a scholarship of some kind...JJ couldn’t remember what....she could just remember him ranting and raving about it while she helped him deliver groceries to the Kooks on Figure 8. Pope was the one JJ went to when she needed help with her homework....and by that she meant she copied Pope’s homework nearly every time. She was also thankful for Pope’s father because, no matter how much he said he couldn’t stand her, she knew that he was the father figure she lacked in her own. She felt more like an older sister to Pope than a good friend, always protective over him and ready to fist fight anyone who hurt him in any way.

And then, there was John B....John Booker Routledge. The two had been best friends and nearly inseparable since the third grade. It all started at lunch when she stole food from the shaggy haired boy and they got into a full on fist fight in the cafeteria. It turns out when you have to spend the entire day in the principal’s office with someone, you find out you have a lot in common. The two had been best friends ever since. As the years went on, there were of course the rumors that ran through the island about the two of them. They were always denied though. That was JJ’s specialty. She would always use the phrase, “deny, deny, deny” when getting the Pogues out of trouble. That’s exactly what she did every time she was questioned about her relationship with John B. She would deny, deny and deny.

No one had to know about the nights she spent at the Chateau after Big John went missing. No one had to know about the touches that lingered on her skin. No one had to know about the two of them waking up in a tangle of sheets in the early morning hours. No one had to know anything. John B. was there for her when no one else was. She knew that she could show up to his house at any time and be welcomed with a hug and a kiss on the head. She knew that his bed was always there when she needed a place to sleep and his shoulder was always there for her to cry into. She had been with him through thick and thin and both of them were dealing with their own problems right now. John B. was fighting with the DCS to stay on the island and JJ was fighting to even stay alive living in the same house with her father.

The worst was the night that she showed up with a black eye and a bloody nose at the house, a sobbing mess. John B. insisted he pay her father a visit but JJ convinced him otherwise. The night ended in the way she wanted it to, laying in his bed in the Chateau under the covers with his arms wrapped tightly around her. He snored quietly into her neck as she stared out the open window at the stars and played with his hair that was falling in front of his face. She didn’t want moments like this to end but she knew the others couldn’t find out about it.

Then, everything changed the day that Hurricane Agatha hit the island.

The two Pogues woke up the morning after the storm hit, they had surfed the surge of the storm the night before, to assess storm damage. While John B. cleaned up the HMS Pogue and threw stray branches that landed in the boat, JJ stood on the porch and watched. She wore one of John B’s button up shirts that barely hit the tops of her thighs while she sipped one of the beers she found in the kitchen from the night before.

“Agatha did some work, huh?” She called, leaning up against the open screen door from the porch. John B. didn’t look up from his work, throwing branches to the ground from the inside of the boat.

“She sure did...” He mumbled, grunting as he threw one of the larger branches to the side. “I think the storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. All the drum are going to chase the crab.”

“What about the DCS? Wasn’t that today?” She asked, finally putting her drink down and stepping down off the porch. She grabbed a couple of branches herself, throwing them off to the side.

John B. laughed and shook his head, “No, they’re not going to get on the ferry today....Come on, think about it, this is God telling us to fish.” He added, pointing up to the sky. JJ rolled her eyes but she couldn’t argue with him as she walked back inside to get dressed and start the day.

The first stop on the expedition was to pick up Pope from his father’s seafood market. The job wouldn’t be easy but they felt as though they could do it. The trip to town was just as it normally was via the water. John B. drove the HMS Pogue and JJ stood at the front, watching the people passing by on the shore and telling them good morning.

“Hey Miss Amy,” John B. called as he waved to a woman standing on a passing dock with her husband. JJ eyed both of them as they passed.

“Still here,” The woman called from the deck, throwing some garbage into a trash bag from their boat. The two were silent for a bit as they passed the couple when JJ leaned in closer to John B.

“Her husband totally looked at me,” JJ said with a slight smirk on her face.

John B. rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I saw it. Don’t remind me.” He stated, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

As the two came closer to town, the damage from the storm became more noticeable and it was obvious that the clean up would probably take a majority of the summer. JJ smirked again as she saw Pope standing on a nearby dock cleaning garbage like the couple had been doing before. She took a step closer to the edge of the boat, making a whooping siren noise.

“Well, look who we have here.” She said, leaning forward onto the side of the boat with her hands. She moved her hair out of her face, running one of her hands through it to get a better look at Pope.

“We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory.” John B. said into a fake intercom and JJ laughed, standing up straight again.

“I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown,” Pope said, sounding defeated as he watched his friends pull up in the boat. “Why am I not surprised to see you two together this early in the morning.” Pope added, eyeing the two of his friends who looked at each other and then back to the boy on the dock.

“Come on, Pope.” JJ said, pretending to talk into a radio like John B. had done before her. “Your dad’s a pussy, over.” She said, causing John B. to start laughing which made her start as well.

“Oh, I heard that.” Heyward said in an angry tone as he emerged from further back down the dock.

“We need your son.” John B. chimed in.

“Yeah, don’t you know island rules? The day after a hurricane is a free day.” She added, putting her hands on her hips and shrugging as if it was common knowledge to everyone.

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward asked.

“Uhm, Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. I have a card.” She added as John B. pulled up to the dock. The comment created an argument between Pope and his father as he argued that he would do the work tomorrow and Heyward really wasn’t believing a word he was saying.

“Get in the boat,” John B. whispered to him as he came to a stop.

“Make a run for it,” JJ added, stepping over to give room for Pope as he ran and jumped into the boat. “See? How does it feel?” JJ laughed, giving him a hug around the neck before releasing. She put on her sunglasses and found a seat at the front of the boat while Heyward’s protests from the dock began to fade out. The only thing she could really make out from the argument was Heyward yelling, “I don’t like your friends” as they fled quickly in the HMS Pogue.

Next was Kiara who was waiting on the dock as if she knew they were coming and JJ scooted over to give her a place to sit beside her. She carried a cooler and Pope questioned if she was carrying juice boxes to which JJ asked if she was carrying her kind of juice boxes and the friends erupted in laughter. Kie carefully stepped onto the boat and confirmed that she did.

The friends enjoyed their time together on the water, soaking in the sun and getting tipsy from the drinks in the cooler. JJ was once again convinced that she could balance on the front of the Pogue “titanic style” and call it a party trick, even though it failed and she lost her balance every time. This time though she was convinced she could do it.

“John B., are you going to join me? I really need a Jack to my Rose.” She laughed, balancing on the very edge of the front of the boat. Pope was driving and he glanced at Kie who gave him a look about the other two. John B. reluctantly agreed as he made his way to the front of the boat.

“You fall every single time you do this.” He pointed out, placing his hands on her hips as they did their best Titanic impression.

The good time was cut short though as the boat lurched forward and sent the two Pogues flipping and flying into the water. They landed practically on each other before surfacing and letting out some groans of pain.

“Jesus, Pope!” Kiara exclaimed as she fell out of her seat and rolled on the floor of the boat. In the water, John B. quickly swam over to the other Pogue in the water, looking at her with worry.

“You okay, JJ?” He asked, obviously worried that she had been hurt from the fall.

“I really think my heels touched the back of my head.” She groaned before trying to swim back to the boat. John B. agreed and followed her lead.

“Kie? You okay?” He asked, pulling himself back up into the boat and JJ followed.

“I’m alright.” She answered, standing up and brushing herself off.

“Pope, what did you do?!” JJ asked, pulling herself back up into the boat as well and wringing out her long dirty blonde hair that was now soaking wet.

“Sandbar, the channel changed.” He explained.

“Yeah no shit.” She fired back, still wringing out her hair.

Pope peered over the side of the boat, squinting in the morning sun.

“Guys,” He started. “I think there’s a boat down there.”

The others rolled their eyes, not beliving a thing their friend was saying. How could a boat be here? In the middle of this marsh that they traveled almost every single day. It was rarely busy and unusual that a boat would have sank without them knowing it.

“Guys, I’m serious there’s a boat down there.” He says again and they all crowd to the edge to get a look. Sure enough, there was a boat resting at the bottom of the marsh. It was barely visible but the friends dove into the water to get a better look. “You think there’s a dead body down there?” Pope added.

The murky water of the marsh made it hard to see but it was clear that the boat was a Grady White. One of the most expensive boats out there. The friends had no choice but to return to the surface for air after a few seconds.

“You guys saw that, right?!” JJ asked, excitedly as she pushed her hair away from her face and the other’s agreed and laughed at the sight of the Grady White. “That’s a Grady White.” She added, her extensive knowledge of boats shining through. “A new one of those is like...$500,000 easily.”

The four returned to the boat, wringing out their hair and drying off in the hot sun and the summer heat almost immediately as they took their places on the boat.

“That’s the boat I saw when we surfed the surge,” John B. added.

“You guys surfed the surge?” Kiara asked, looking between JJ and John B. in horror at the idea of her friends doing such a thing. “What are you turning into one of those couples that is ready to die together too?”

“We’re not together.” John B. said a little too quickly and defensively. “We just....wanted to surf the surge.”

After protests and arguments from the other two about their relationship, John B. decided to be the one to volunteer to dive in and see if he could find out who the owner of the boat was. JJ told him it was too deep and attempted to talk him out of diving.

“It’s only too deep for the weak and feeble, JJ.” John B. smirked, incredibly close to her face as he said it. Her eyes drifted down to his lips and then their eyes locked again.

“Well...,” She stammered, “I’m not resuscitating you. I’m just...making that clear up front.” She added, the distance between them closing in just a little more.

“Get a room!” Kiara called which caused the two Pogues to snap out of whatever they were doing. To break the awkwardness, JJ decided to push John B. into the water with the anchor as she yelled, “Diver down!”

After what seemed like hours, John B. finally emerged from the water and JJ let out a silent sigh of relief as Kie exclaimed that it took forever. John B. held up his treasure from the boat. A single motel key on a yellow key chain.

“A key?” Pope questioned.

“Yes, a key, Pope.” John B. fired back.

“Great. A $500,000 boat and we salvaged a motel key.” JJ rolled her eyes, helping John B. back into the boat from the water as they made their way back to the island to report the wreck...which didn’t go as planned at all. John B. and JJ had been the ones to venture from the boat and report it but their reports fell upon silent ears and the screams from others about damaged boats.

“Well, that went well.” Pope said sarcastically as the two came back outside. “What’s the plan?”

JJ was leaning up against John B. without thinking about it as she listened, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“I know how we’re going to find the guy who owns that boat.” John B. stated confidently as JJ took the key from his hand.

“We don’t know whose room that is. It could be anyone.” Pope added.

“I’m in.” JJ stated, tossing the key to Kiara.

“I’ll be lookout.” She smiled.

“Hey, at least you’ll only be an accomplice.” John B. shrugged as they walked back to the boat.

The key belonged to a room at the Summer Winds motel. It was a less than ideal location before and now, after the storm, it looked even worse.

“And I thought the Chateau looked bad...” JJ mumbled under her breath, pulling her long hair up into a ponytail in the humidity of the morning.

“This place is a shitshow.” John B. added.

“Motel or meth lab?” Kiara joked, looking at the building.

“You be the judge.” Pope added to the conversation.

“Doesn’t look like the place somebody with a Grady White stays.” John B. pointed out, glancing over and watching JJ pull her hair up into a high ponytail.

“It looks like the type of place somebody with a Grady White would bet killed.” JJ added, staring at the building. “HMS Pogue coming in for a landing.” She added, jumping from the tip of the boat to the wet grass on the shore.

“All right,” John B. let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as JJ tied the boat off on the edge. “Here goes nothing.” He added.

“Hey.” Pope said, eyeing the two Pogues on the land and then letting his gaze fall on John B. “Don’t let her do anyting stupid.” He sighed, pointing to JJ.

“Oh we will.” JJ smirked.

“I’m not making promises.” John B. sighed because he truly didn’t know what would come from this situation.

“Be careful.” Kiara added, her eyes lingering on John B. “I mean it.”

John B. blushed and smiled a bit before agreeing and JJ noticed the interaction, a pain hitting in her stomach at the sight of it. Kiara was beautiful. She knew that. She also knew that John B. could drop her any second that he wanted to and be with Kiara which made her jealous and angry as the two walked to the motel. She gave him a questioning look as he jumped from the boat to the land and grabbed her arm gently.

“Come on, let’s go.” John B. said quietly, jogging to the parking lot. “Why are all of these mattresses out here?” He asked as they walked.

JJ tried to not like her jealousy show through but she couldn’t shake the image of John B. and Kiara out of her head. Was this something that he thought about frequently? Why did he blush like that at her touch?

“Hello? JJ?” John B. asked and it brought the Pogue back to reality and out of her thoughts.

“What?” She asked, shaking her head as if to come back to the conversation.

“I said, why are all these mattresses out here?” John B. repeated.

“Oh, after a hurricane they ditch them beacuse they’re moldy.” JJ explained with a shrug, looking at the key in John B’s hand as he twirled it. The duo climbed the stairs and began walking down the hall when JJ couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“What the fuck was that about down there with Kiara?” She asked, glancing down at her feet and then over to John B.

John B. rolled his eyes and looked away before laughing, “I knew you were going to over think that shit.”

“So you admit that there was something going on?” JJ asked, stopping for a moment to look at the boy as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“JJ, you’re overthinking things. She was just being nice...Kie is one of my best friends.” John B. sighed.

“Oh really?” JJ frowned, grabbing John B’s shoulders and rubbing them gently and seductively. “Just be so careful, John.” She mocked in a voice that was thick and sultry.

“God, you’re so weirded out about me and Kiara. JJ, nothing is going on there.” John B. frowned, pushing her hands away from his shoulders.

“Then what the hell was that about?” She asked, her voice filling with anger now more than anything.

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful!” He frowned, finally turning around to look at the blonde standing behind him while they walked. Their eyes locked and silence fell between the two of them for a moment before JJ rolled her eyes yet again.

“Since she heard you’re being threatened with exile, she’s just been, like..,” JJ trailed off, putting on her mocking voice again and rubbing his shoulders seductively. “Oh, be so careful, John B. Just give me the John D. already.”

“Juliana!” John B. quickly turned around and she was shocked at the use of her actual first name instead of the nickname that usually escaped his lips. “You know the rules, no Pogue-on-Pogue macking.”

“Oh really,” JJ laughed and rolled her eyes. “You really are going to throw that rule in my face when you’re explaining this to me? As if we didn’t just break it about 12 hours ago for the millionth time at your house.” She said. “You don’t care about that dumbass macking rule so tell me the truth.”

“I could ask them same thing about you and Pope,” He defended. “He’s the one who’s always hitting on you and I never say anything about it. You’re always over at his house and you never tell me why.”

JJ knew that a fight was about to break out between the two right here at this motel and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Who cares? This isn’t about me and Pope. Anyway, Pope is like a little brother to me so if you really think something is going on there then....” She trails off, stopping at the door the key belonged to.

“You need help,” John B. mumbled, shaking his head and looking at the locked door in front of the two. “Not like a little bit of help but like a lot of help.”

And that was all it took to send the blonde over the edge. She bit her lip gently, shoving him against the outdoor wall of the hotel and looking deep into his eyes. Her forearm was against his chest. John B. would be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about turning around and doing the same to her right here and not care who saw.

“I’m sick and tired of every girl who has a heartbeat coming around you and you’re just like....,” She trails off, her eyes moving from his down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. “Ugh...” She scoffed, removing her arm from his chest and pushing him slightly into the wall.

“I could say the same thing about you,” John B. frowned, stepping closer to the girl in front of him until she was leaning against the leaning against the iron railing of the motel. “Every guy that comes around you’re just like....You’re just ready to give him whatever he wants. Daddy issues to the extreme.”

“Fuck you, John B.” She spat back at him and shoved him slightly once again. “Fuck. You.”

“Just...Come on, this is us. Twenty-nine.” John B. sighed and JJ was standing slightly behind him with her arms crossed over her chest. “This is it.”

John B. knocked quietly on the door a couple of times, waiting for a response that didn’t come and he knocked again. JJ rolled her eyes.

“You have to be way more aggressive than that if you wand a response,” She said, shoving the boy out of the way gently and beating on the door multiple times. “Housekeeping!” She yelled in a booming and deep voice that came from deep within.

“Yes, please draw more attention to us than is needed.” John B. said, cautiously looking around to make sure no one heard the commotion that was going on. “Should we try to just open it?” He asked as JJ peered in the window beside the door and she nodded in response.

“There’s no power or security cameras. No one is going to know.” She added as John B popped the door open.

He shined the flashlight inside and the two looked around. No blood, no evidence of a murder...it was a good start already. It was a typical looking motel room. Two double beds against the wall, an outdated television against the other and god awful art hanging on the empty spaces. A large black duffel bag sat on one of the beds.

“Check the bag. See if there’s a name on there somewhere.” John B. said, shining the light on it before he closed the door and began searching.

“Here’s a jacket,” JJ noted. “No name on it though.” She added, slipping the jacket over her shoulders and trying it on for size. It was way to big on her but that wouldn’t stop her from taking it.

“Well, he’s definitely over 50. He’s got New Balances.” John B. sighed.

“Maybe this is where they were fishing,” JJ suggested, looking at a stray piece of paper that was laying on the beside table.

“No, that’s off the continental shelf. No one fishes there.” John B. shook his head and the two continued to search the motel room for anything that might lead to an explanation for who owned the boat.

“Would it be frowned upon if I stole this bag in here in the bathroom? I mean, I’m really running low on toothpaste.” She said, rummaging through the things on the bathroom counter before putting some in her pocket.

“We’re not stealing shit.” John B. protested and began to try random number combinations for the in room safe. Maybe there was a clue in there.

While JJ and John B. were searching for the owner of the Grady White, their lookout team of Kiara and Pope were outside in the HMS Pogue as the Kildare County Sheriff truck pulled up. With no way to warn their friends, the two panicked. The towers were down from the storm and there was no way to call. There was also no way to get to the room, warn them and get out before the police showed up beating on the door. Pope tried to reassure Kiara that the cops weren’t going up there but she knew better as they were talking and pointing to the room on the corner.

John B. was still hard at work trying to open the safe and JJ breathing down his neck was helping nothing. She shed the jacket, laying it on the bed to take with her when they left.

“Punching shit at random. That will definitely work.” She rolled her eyes.

“Do you have a better idea?” John B. frowned and turned to look at the blonde. After remembering the random numbers written on a piece of paper beside the bed and trying them, the safe popped open and revealed a large sum of cash inside as well as a gun. “Holy shit...,” John B. mumbled, looking inside at the contents. “JJ.” He added, trying to get her attention and stop her random ramblings from behind him. “You’re going to want to see this.”

Her eyes widened at the contents of the safe and she quickly grabbed for the gun that was laying on a stack of cash.

“You grabbed the gun?!” John B. scolded as he watched the girl look the weapon over. In JJ’s mind, this was her chance. This was her once chance at having something that would protect her from the fights that happened at home and while she hoped she never really had to use it, she would feel untouchable by owning it. Her dad wouldn’t stand a chance if she pulled something like this out on him during one of their nightly arguments that usually turned physical. “Put the gun back, JJ!” John B. whisper yelled urgently, trying to grab it from the girl’s hand as she laughed. She held the gun up, making fake shooting noises and John B. frantically tried to take the weapon from her while still looking at the door. “Put the gun back. We are not stealing anything.” He said through clenched teeth as she shined the light on his face.

“Just, just take a picture of me. Come on, you have to admit I look like a badass holding this.” She said, taking her hair down from the ponytail and flipping it over her shoulder while posing with the gun. “I look just like I belong in Charlie’s Angel’s.”

“Yes, let’s create our own incriminating evidence. JJ, I’m not asking you again. Put the fucking gun down.” John B. said urgently, still trying to take it from her hands.

The argument was cut short by a rock hitting the window in which their lookouts warned them of the cops coming up to the room just as they knocked on the door. JJ scrambled, grabbing the gun and a handful of cash and shoving as much as she could in the pockets of her denim shorts. The two managed to flee out the window just in time for the cops to open the door as they stood as still as statues on either side of the window. They exchanged glances as they listened for the coast to be clear. They could hear their friends talking on the boat behind them and Kiara urging the two to come down. She once again reminded John B. to be careful and JJ shot him a look.

“Not. Now.” He said through clenched teeth as he looked at the girl standing opposite of him outside the window.

“Be so careful, John B.” JJ whispered in the mocking tone again which caused John B. to tell her to shut up and he attempted to swat at her arm to get her to be quiet. In a matter of seconds though, as he hit her arm, the gun fell from her pocket. The metal of the gun and the metal of the overhang they were standing on made a loud clanging noise and everyone held their breath. John B. closed his eyes tightly, mumbling every curse word he could think of under his breath. As the blinds on the window flew open, he held his finger to his lips and signaled for her to stay silent no matter what. When the police left, they both let out a sigh of relief as they climbed down and back on the boat.

“Well, that was fun.” JJ said and the others groaned in disbelief at the comment. “Really though you could have warned us a little sooner.”

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene.” John B. sighed, leaning up against the seat while he drove the boat through the marsh.

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked, expecting the answer to be no.

JJ smirked, “Did we find anything?” She asked, pulling the gun and the load of cash from her back pockets. “Oh yeah, we did.”

“What the hell?!” Pope jumped up quickly from his seat and Kiara watched in half horror, half amazement. “Why would you take that from a crime scene?!”

“It’s better than the cops having it.” JJ defended and John B. laughed at Pope’s near breakdown. JJ tried to reassure him that it would all be okay. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, holding the gun up and admiring it. John B. caught himself staring at her arm around his shoulders and he quickly looked away. He was no better than her if he started speculating that anything was happening between the two of them. They were just close friends...at least, John B. hoped. He would be lying though if he said he didn’t think about being with Kie once or twice. JJ didn’t have to know that though. She also didn’t have to know that the two shared a kiss once or twice. Both times they were too drunk to care and JJ was off somewhere, probably hooking up with some tourist at their expensive vacation home. John B. looked at JJ and then away at the water once again.

“I’m actually living the nightmare...” Pope mumbled, slumping back down in his seat and away from the touch as JJ laughed and found a spot between John B and Kiara...intentionally.

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