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rewatching obx and the vibes in the first episode were immaculate.

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JJ MAYBANK

"Stupid things have good outcomes all the time."

➩ Series:

↳ coming soon …

➩ One Shots:

Silent Rift

↳ The Pogues finally find the gold they've been searching for after countless obstacles. However, when it comes to actually succeeding, the universe has other plans. Held at gunpoint in the middle of nowhere, a spontaneous decision changes everything. In the heat of the moment, words are said that reveal hidden feelings. Emotions run high, leading them to confront not only their enemies but also their own emotions and relationships.

02: you’re in love with jj maybank

mutual pining, friends who kiss, fwb, all seasons, friends to lovers, ignoring feelings, summer love, power couple, supporting JJ through everything, strained relationship during his spiral (if you squint), lowkey soulmates

03: the pogues summer playlist

HMS Pogue, surfing, sunbathing, fishing, bonfires at the beach, outer banks summer, partying with the pogues, getting high, carefree summer

04: you’re sarah cameron

happy, heartbreak summer, golden girl, difficult feelings, spend all day biking around an island, family expectations, unprocessed trauma, free spirit

please send me writing requests for jj! blurbs, headcanons, oneshots. i just wanna write 😭

sweet nothing (jj maybank)

pairing: jj maybank x afab!routledge!reader

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: reader is going through a tough time, allusions to ptsd

a/n: slightly inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift but mostly a self-indulgent piece bc i've been going through it lately and i just want someone to hold me. this hasn't been proofread so my apologies in advance

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She's been in bed all day, dude

The text from his best friend made JJ's heart ache. You had been different ever since returning from South America.

True, the Pogues had all changed quite a lot since their regular summers of surfing and cheap booze were usurped by treasure hunting. And true, you had just found and lost your illusive father in the span of a week. But where the other Pogues had planted both feet in the future, you were stuck somewhere else. Where, exactly, no one knew.

And now, here JJ stood outside your door, intending to find out. He lifted a hand to knock softly. "(Y/N/N)? Sweets, you in there?" There was no answer.

You were laid in your new bed, the bedding too soft and the mattress too firm. The wall opposite the door had become your sole focal point for the past hour. Either you were deeply studying the pale shade of paint, or trying to look past it to find some latent desire.

It wasn't until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you budged from your staring contest. You turned your head to find your boyfriend now sitting behind you. He gave you a soft smile, looking almost puppy-like in his pursuits. The smile couldn't be returned.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. JJ sighed in response. He kept his hand against your shoulder, rubbing the skin there in delicate patterns.

"John B said you haven't shown any signs of life today. Didn't wanna bother Shoupe for a call, so he sent me in to investigate." His attempt at a joke almost had you crack. Almost. But the fortress in your mind held strong.

You didn't want to be passive to him. JJ was your partner in crime, figurative as much as it had been made literal. He was the boy who protected you alongside your big brother your whole life. He held your heart, as you held his.

Life had sucked you in and spat you out in so many different directions, all before you knew how to make sense of any of it. And now.. you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know what to do.

"Talk to me," JJ cooed as he saw your eyes start to water. His hand was warm against your cheek, his thumb stretching to catch the first fallen tear and the ones that followed soon after. Big blue eyes scanned yours desperately for answers that you didn't have.

And so you told him, "I don't know." JJ blinked as he tried to make sense of just three words. But he didn't give an answer; he knew that wasn't what you were looking for.

Instead, JJ gathered you up in his arms, pulling you both beneath the too-soft comforter atop the too-firm mattress. He nuzzled his face against your neck, pressing gentle kisses there.

"It's okay," JJ hummed beside your ear. "Whatever it is, it's gonna work itself out. And I'm gonna be right by your side like I always have, okay? You and me through it all, sweet girl."

More tears fell at his sweet nothings-

No, you hated that they were called that.

His words were anything but nothing to you. Though you felt lost in a world so shaken from what it once was, though you felt too weak to face any of the harsh realities you had endured, you wanted nothing more than to run to the sweet words of your love for solace.

And JJ knew that.

Sundress

When you first started dating Rafe, you didn’t think his obsession with you in sundresses was so real until you dragged him out shopping with you.

You pranced around in a short golf skirt and a tight polo at the country club with him and his frat-boy friends. Sure, you enjoyed the mai-tai part, and seeing your boyfriend's arm flex every time he swung the golf club, but spending 18 holes at the golf course under the hot sun quickly got rid of the perks.

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“Come on Rafe, I golfed all of yesterday with you, Kelce, and Topper. Can you please just take me shopping once?”, you pleaded.

Rafe chuckled, “You call hitting the golf ball into a tree and pouting at how long the game was taking golf?”

Glaring at him, you got closer to him, fixing his shirt collar and negotiating, “I’ll let you buy me a golf skirt and you can teach me how to play sometime, yeah?”

You knew him too well- this comment would just remind him of how cute you looked on the course, and how your skirt would rise every time you’d bend over to swing your golf club. Sighing, he gave in, knowing he could never deny you when you looked at him like that.

In your second hour of shopping, the “designated boyfriend seats” of the stores suddenly got too uncomfortable, and his iPhone games too boring, leading him to his complaints.

“Sweetheart, cmon, it’s been two hours, leave some clothes for the rest of the island.”

Voice muffled behind the dressing room door while pulling the top of a blue toile dress over your head, you responded, “Since when did you care about the rest of the island?” The pile of dresses you tried on before this dress was okay, but this dress knocked the rest of them out of the park.

“Ever since you forced me into shopping like a pogue instead of just ordering it online or getting a styli-”

Rafe froze in the middle of his complaint, staring at you in a way he never had before. His eyes seemed to say something words couldn’t describe, but the drool collecting at the corner of his mouth spoke volumes.

“You’re drooling”, you stepped forward, blushing as you wiped the saliva from the corner of his pink lips. “Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?”, you joked.

He remained silent, eyes scanning your entire body before calling a saleswoman to grab you all the colors available for that dress.

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The days following this encounter proved this sundress theory even more.

Suddenly Rafe wanted to be by you all of the time and canceled plans he had weeks in advance just to spend time with you. When he couldn’t cancel, he’d drag you along and force the guys to invite your friends to come with you.

As Rafe talked with Kelce, Topper, and a few of your friends' boyfriends, he had you perched upon his lap. Absentmindedly, he’d play with the hem of your dress, and always find something on you to “fix” just to get his hands on you, like your dress strap or a piece of hair that’s out of place. You simply looked too pretty not to play with. Intrigued in a conversation about your psychotic ex-best friend, you were reminded of Rafe’s presence the further he traced his fingers up your thighs.

Rafe loved that about both you and the sundresses. That you would become putty in his hands the more he touched you, and the sundresses that easily allowed him to do so discreetly. Sure, Rafe wants to see more of your skin exposed, but the skirt of your dresses hid the haven only he was able to see, whether in his bedroom or his car.

The sight of you in a sundress drives Rafe fucking crazy. The second he sees you in one, he’s immediately gesturing you over to him while he’s sitting. placing you, still standing, in between his legs, he can’t help but stare at your tanned and glowing skin, and the light purple hickies he left on your neck and chest for show. when he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, wandering his hands up the backs of your thighs while you play with his hair, all he can think about is you, and it seems like all of his problems melt away.

While the dresses bring you affection from Rafe, they also attract the attention of other guys. Of course, Rafe can’t blame them for staring at you, he can’t help but stare at you too, but the difference is that you’re his, and his only.

The poor boy can’t help but get a little bit jealous when everyone is talking you up at a party and you’re too innocent to know that they just want you for sex, they don’t just always want to be your friend.

Rafe knows some people have good intentions, but can’t help his selfishness and wants you all to himself- a reoccurring topic in your fights. They’re not really fights, it’s really just you both being too stubborn to admit your wrongs.

During fights like these, when you haven’t fucked in a few days and both full of pent-up anger, the dresses come in most handy.

So when Rafe sees you walking into a beach kegger late at night in none other than a white sundress (the color Rafe says always reminds him how much he wants to marry you), he knows that you know what you’re doing.

The delicate white linen dress hugs your body perfectly, cupping your perky, bra-less breasts perfectly and the hem ends perfectly at your mid thigh. Rafe takes in your beauty regardless of the fact that you’re both fighting right now, but can’t help but be bothered by the fact that you’re wearing that without his hand in yours, without his arms around your waist or tickling your sides, and especially without the hickeys he normally leaves littering your skin. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull as you turn to talk to your friend, letting her guy friend pour you a drink.

Standing up, he disregards the insults from his friends calling him “pussywhipped” and makes his way over to you, watching your friends leave the conversation in fear of the consequences they’d face for talking to you when you look so good.

Turning your body around to face him, he is even angrier is when you pretend to be “oh so innocent” in white dress, pretend to be oh so innocent. Watching him with your confused doe eyes, he takes a deep breath before me speaks.

“You know what you’re doing.”

While shaking your head, you respond with a slight smirk, leading him to grab your drink someone who wasn’t rafe made you, pour that shit onto the sand, and drag you to his expensive ass car to remind you not only that he was wrong, but that your his, and his only.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ tease. If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked”, he spoke loudly.

Once he had you leaning back against the outside of his car, you finally responded, “Who said I wanted to fuck?”, softly as you dragged your freshly manicured nails down his chest.

Rafe gave you a knowing look, “You said it with those eyes and the way you’re fucking dressed.”

“You don’t like the dress?”, you whined, eyes watering in anticipation for what was going to come.

He answered you with a kiss on the lips, drifting his kisses from your mouth, down your jaw, to your ear to whisper, “The dress isn’t the problem, Angel. You look beautiful, it’s the fact that you’re so fuckin stubborn that you had to flaunt yourself to the island just to get me to fuck you. If you really wanted me that bad you could’ve asked.”

Letting out a breathy moan in response as he sucked and nipped at your neck you could barely speak, “So prove it.”

Returning to your plump, strawberry chapstick-coated lips, he continued to kiss you, “Hmmm?”

You pushed his chest away and looked up at him. He towered over you with his height, and it just turned you on that much more. “Prove it to me that I’m yours, Rafe.”

Kissing you deeply, he scooped down to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist as he searched for his car keys in his pocket.

Unlocking the back seat door of his car, he set you down as you slid back and laid down to give him room to hover over you.

Hand slipping under your dress, he stared at you as you pushed his chest away and sat up on your elbows.

“So do you really like the dress??”

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This is my first blurb and my first time writing anything like this so please b nice and leave feedback- I love to read ur comments they make me so happy!! - Angel

new obsession

8/11/22

𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩. (𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙗 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨)

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦 𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐣 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐣 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝘼 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙟𝙟

𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴101 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑱𝒋 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚/𝒏

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 🌊 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 🌊 𝐈 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐲.𝐈 𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐬

"𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨?! 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨?! 𝐘/𝐧?!"

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜

"𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫"

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐣 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮" "𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐨𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝟓, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝?"

"𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧" 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛.

"𝐇𝐢 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬-"

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐣 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐣'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲" 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐣 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐣 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.𝟏𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐣 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐣 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐣'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲" 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐣 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐣 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.𝟏𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐣 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐣 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐣 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 '𝐡𝐢𝐬' 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡.

"𝐉𝐣 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬."

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟" 𝐈 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐣 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲

"𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞"

"𝐉𝐣-"

"𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞" 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐣 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐣 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

"𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲/𝐧"

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 '𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤'

𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 : 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘇 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑱𝑱 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘿𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙔 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆, 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 (𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜) 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐉𝐉 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 '𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐉 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭... 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

𝐉𝐉 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤,

"𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐘/𝐍 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮? 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!"

"𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧! 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲."

"𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐈 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁'𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐉 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐉

"𝐉𝐉 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐌𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐉 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

"𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐊𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭... 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭. 

"𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧..." 𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬.

"𝐎𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐉𝐉 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲.

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞. 

𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲?"

"𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧?"

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

"𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬. 

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲. 

𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫, "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠."

𝐌𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬. 

"𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲.

 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬.

"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞." 𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱. 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐠-𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞.

𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐦𝐠!"

"𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥."

"𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥?"

"𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐲..." 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞.

"𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!" 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞.

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡.

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝐣𝐣 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲/𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 

𝐲/𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐣𝐣𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐲/𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. 

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐲/𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐲

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤? 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲/𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐲/𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

"𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛! 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 "𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝"

"𝐣𝐣, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭" 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

"𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰? 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩

"𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧" 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 "𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞".

 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩.

 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐣 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩

"𝐣-𝐣𝐣! 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐣𝐣!" 𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩. 

𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠.

"𝐢-𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦" 𝐣𝐣 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. "𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐣" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞.

"𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦" 𝐣𝐣 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 

"𝐡-𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝"

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 

"𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫" 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 "𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭"

"𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐣, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲

 "𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣"

"𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐲/𝐧" 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫.

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐣𝐣𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝐣𝐣 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 "𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲"

"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐣𝐣" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 "𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝"

𝐣𝐣 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬:  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬𝟏𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀/𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲

I walked into the chateau and close the door quietly knowing John b and jj were probably still asleep and hungover from the party last night at the boneyard.l went over to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water and some Advil for their headache I was heading towards the-I heard something which sounded like someone was being sick i glance over to to the bathroom door wide open and I see a very hungover John B with his head over the toilet.

"Well you look like shit" I said to John B

"Good morning to you too y/n"

"I bought you some Advil" I smiled at the poor boy

"Thanks"

"Where's'-"

"Guest bedroom"

"Well that's not a surprise"

I decided to head towards the guest room the room that jj claims to be his I slowly open the door to see a sleeping jj laying on his stomach shirtless the sun shined through the window beaming warm light onto his skin making him look so perfect.I have always had a crush on jj for years but I'm 100% sure he doesn't have feelings for me I mean look at me I'm not nearly as pretty as the girls he hooks up with.I placed the Advil and water on the bedside table and jumped on the bed attempting to wake jj up.Uhhhhh how is he still sleeping this boy can sleep through I hurricane. So I tried lightly shaking jj then I heard a loud groan.

"What the hell do you want John b" the boy growled "it's not John b its your favorite pouge"

"Pope?"

"Hahahah so funny jj"I rolled my eyes

He chuckled then he looked down I was wondering what he was looking at then I realised I was straddling him. I quickly jumped off of him as I feel heat rise on my cheeks. He looks at me with a huge smirk on his face.

"I-I bought you some Advil and water"I pointed to the bedside table he smiled and said "thanks princess"Oh god I'm blushing even harder now I said a quick bye and rushed out the room so try and save some of the Dignity I have left.I close the door and I saw John b in the kitchen and waved to him.

"Y/n why do you look like a tomato?"

"Shut up John b your not helping" I sass back

"Someone's grumpy "I send a glare at him

"Come on we need to pick Sarah pope and kie tell jj to

"You tell him" I said quickly not wanting him to see my already red face

"hurry up and get dressed"

"Okayyyyy someones acting strange this morning" Before i can say anything he walks off to go tell jj to hurry up i went to go sit on the porch while waiting for the boys and hopefully my face gets a little less red.A couple of minutes later the boys walk out ready we all head to the dock before I jump into the boat jj offers me a hand which I thank him for so I don't fall flat on my face like a did last time but that's a story for next time. Eventually the whole group is here on the boat sharing beers and talking. I was talking to jj until kie started taking her clothes of to go for a swim all the boys were staring at kie,me and kie are completely different she is slimmer and she perfect but I'm the complete opposite my flaws are distinctive and far from perfect.I was ripped out of my thoughts when I hear my name.

"Y/n! Y/n! Are you getting in"jj asks

"Yeah y/n come the water feels so nice" kie says I hear laughter from pope John b and Sarah as they are messing around splashing water everywhere.

"Um... no I think I'm just going to say here"I don't want them to see me wearing a bikini as it will show how big my thighs look compared to kie's. Jj looks at me weirdly.

"But it's like 90 degrees y/n" pope says

"I don't feel very well" I try to think of a lie to get them to stop asking

"We can go back to the chateau if you want (y/n)" John b questions sending me a Reassuring smile

"Yes please"

Everyone gets on the boat and we head back to the chateau. I feel tears threatening to spill not only am I ugly but I just ruined the whole day for my friends.l can feel jj's glare on me the whole time. Finally we get back to the chateau and I run in not wanting anyone to see my cry so I go into the closest room I can find and close the door my vision is blurry as tears run down my cheeks then just my luck the door opened and jj was stand there look at me my body sitting in the corner of the room head in hands. He sighs and closes the door and comes closer to me the closer he gets the muffled cries he hears get louder. Jj sits directly in front of me,legs crossed and asks softly "why are you crying y/n"

I don't respond so he gently takes my hands off my face and wipes the tears off my cheeks with the pads of his thumb. He keeps both hands on my face slowly Caressing my cheeks and repeats the questions

"what are you crying"

"Why do I have to be so ugly jj"my voice comes out hoarse from the crying. Jj's heart broke hearing about how the girls he loves thinks about herself. Jj pulls me into his lap and whispers in my ear

"your the most beautiful smart and talented girl that has ever stepped foot on this earth" I look up at him and sniffled

"really"

"yes princess" I smile at the nickname and hug him burying my head in the crook of his neck the smell of the ocean weed and beer surrounding me which surprisingly smells nice.Jj rubs my back gently soothing me to sleep and the last thing I hear before closing my eyes is "I love you my beautiful girl"

rewatching outer banks with my mom and

a) been implanting myself into the script and scenes as if i was there.

b) realixed just how crazy rafe and ward are.

also no one uses their phones?? like ever.

Bubble | OneShot

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You and Rafe have alone time before life completely changes.

Warnings: OBX SEASON 2 SPOILERS, SMUT (not that hardcore tbh) dry humping, mentions of choking. lil bit of fluff. hot rafe.

this is my first oneshot ever so yea, enjoy lol

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You were glad to be the first one awake, despite the blaring horn of the Coastal Venture and the morning rays of sunlight peeking it's way into the small room and into your tired eyes, a small smile made its way across your face. You flipped onto your side and bent your elbow, resting your head in the palm of your hand to admire the man next to you. The blonde had moved positions in his sleep, his arm that had started around your waist was now under his head, his right arm spread out beside him with his head facing you. He was shirtless, his tanned back exposed from the blanket being pushed past both of your waists. Your hand went to his back, your fingers tracing the length of his spine and the dip of his shoulder blades, softly tracing invisible doodles until you watched your boyfriends eyes flutter open.

Rafe groaned a bit at the sun getting in his face when he flipped onto his side to try and fall back asleep, your hand moving from his back to his bicep, squeezing the muscle softly to let him know you were awake too. He groaned again, moving his body closer to yours, trapping your arms against his chest and putting his chin on top of your head. You giggled, eyes not tired anymore as you pushed his chest. "Rafe," you sighed, "It's almost eleven." The digital clock on the tiny bedside table read 10:47am. They missed breakfast. His bottom lip puffed out and he opened his eyes again, this time bringing his hand up to wipe the sleep out of them. He focused on you after, sighing quietly as he let his eyes adjust to the light in the room.

You were smiling, your (Y/E/C) eyes shining from the midday sun. Rafe couldn't stop his smile from showing up on his face at the sight of yours. You felt warmth flow through you when he copied your features, it'd been a while since you had seen him be happy. Yesterday was rough. You didn't know the full extent of what happened, all of it had been a blur, and being with Rose and Wheezie amongst all the chaos throughout the whole thing, you didn't really have a lot of information. "G'mornin babe" he said, this time flipping onto his back. You shuffled onto your stomach, crossing your arms over his pecs to rest your head on them. Your right leg swinging to rest over his. "Hi," you mumbled, staring at him. He stared back, bringing his hand up to run it through your hair, from the crown of your head to the ends of it. He repeated the action a couple times before stopping his hand to rest at your neck, his thumb stroking the little purple mark he made a couple days ago. You brought your hand up to hold his wrist, "So, what's the plan today?"

Rafe shook his head, leaning his head back on the pillow, his eyes on the ceiling while he contemplated. He blindly intertwined his fingers with yours. "We're gonna watch a couple movies and sleep and fuck-" You laughed loudly at his boldness, removing yourself from him and off the bed before he could prove his statement. He lifted his head, frowning at the loss of contact. "What?" He sounded genuinely confused. "It doesn't have to be in that order, I'm down for whate-"

"Rafe, it's almost noon, and Rose said yesterday we'd be at the port around three or four," you told him, standing in the doorway of the bathroom that was thankfully apart of the room. His eyes ranked over your body, from the tight tank top that hugged your chest just right to the cute black cotton boyshorts that had a little bit of your butt hanging out, it was enough to make him stir in the bed. He wasn't listening to you, he vaguely caught that you both had to get ready and visit Ward, make sure Wheezie didn't forget anything on board from her exploring habits. He hummed along though, just enjoying the view of his girl. His girl. Damn, he liked that; never got tired of it. Throughout your rambling he had gotten up from the bed and made his way behind you, wrapping his arms across your chest and tucking his face into your neck, dancing tiny kisses across your skin. His nose nudging into your hair when he went to suck another hickey behind your ear. You let him, knowing no one would see it, and not really caring because it felt good. "And," you kept going, turning around in his grasp, the small of your back pushed into the counter. "The faster we do that, maybe we'll have enough time to do whatever you want."

He feigned sadness, blowing out a dramatic breath, "What? You don't want to reenact movie sex scenes with me?" Another laugh came out of you, making him chuckle too. He was joking, he knew there was a lot to do today. The gold and the cross had to be moved, and with his father on bed rest, he'd be the boss of the operation. You would be helping Rose move into their new home. It was all just a couple hours away and he just wanted to live in his little bubble with you for a little while longer. He shrugged, "Fine, I get it. Whatever, guess I'm not hot enough for your nee-" You scoffed at him and without any warning you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugged him down to your level and pressed your lips against his. He grunted in shock before taking back control and lifting you onto the counter, spreading your knees with his hips and pressing his body into yours. You tugged at his hair at the nape of his neck, knowing it got him riled up enough to kiss you harder like you wanted him to. You pulled back too soon for his liking, he chased your swollen lips until your head hit the mirror softly, and you let him get another kiss in before pushing him away. You smiled and patted your hands against his chest, "You, Rafe Cameron, are definitely hot enough for my needs." He smirked with pride, playfully leaning his head down to get another kiss. "Damn straight," he mumbled, not moving away and instead dragging his palms up your body to cup your boobs, tweaking his thumbs against your nipples before pulling your shirt down to let your breasts spill over the material. You moaned loudly into his mouth, arching your back into his hands and grabbing at the waistband of his boxers, all thoughts of responsibilities leaving your mind. You could only think of him and his big hands and broad shoulders. Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. He pulled away to catch his breath, a sexy chuckle leaving him at how easy it was for you to give him what he wanted without asking. Such a good girl for him. He dragged his mouth down the column of your throat and pushed your body closer to the edge of the sink so he could grind himself into your heat. "Fuck," you gasped, moving your hips with him. You don't know how he did it; he was always able to make you feel good no matter what he was doing, kissing, fucking, and now, dryhumping like two desperate teenagers. "Just like that, oh my god," you threw your head back again, this time hitting the mirror harder than before but you didn't care, the pleasure Rafe was giving you overpowering the feeling of anything else. "Yeah?" He moaned with you, lifting one of his hands to grab your neck, "look at me, baby." His pupils were blown out, a sheen of sweat collecting on his forehead while he watched you work yourself over his bulge. He loved the sight of you, a mess just because of him. Your breath labored because of what he was doing to you. The look on your face when he made you cum under him, not breaking eye contact. That is the hottest shit ever. He followed after you, the sound of you gasping his name like it was a prayer making him fall apart. He hummed, pulling away with a champions grin, loving how you shook in his hold.

You shook your head at him, arms falling over his shoulders as you jumped down from the counter. He steadied you, your legs still shaking like a baby deer learning to walk. "You always get what you want, huh?" You laughed breathily. Rafe nodded, pushing back his hair from his face and jerked his chin towards the shower, pinching your waist. "Always, now lets shower. You were the one saying we have to get ready." You rolled your eyes, "Oh, my bad, now you want to get ready," you said, stripping out of your clothes, the wet spot on your underwear making you blush. Rafe peeked his head out of the doorframe, looking at the time, oblivious to your sarcasm. "Mhm, it's 11:30am," he shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it as he watched you get in the shower with his bottom lip between his teeth. "What're you waiting for, Cameron?" You teased, running your fingers down past your belly button. He followed right behind you, your laughter echoing through the shower when he almost tripped getting out of his boxers. "Ready for round two?" He teased back, grabbing at you again. He didn't think he could ever resist you. A little while longer in his made up bubble couldn't hurt.

Beautifully Simple | OneShot

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: You lose your favorite necklace

Warning: alcohol consumption, make out sesh, & mention of nicotine

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To say Rafe's room was big was an understatement. The king size bed in the middle of it didn't even seem to take up space. It baffled you as got up from your knees, eyes scanning the bedroom again as you huffed in frustration. If it wasn't under the bed, you honestly couldn't figure out where else to look since you basically tore apart the bathroom looking for it. You did another perimeter check, walking to the door and scanning the room from a different angle. Maybe that'll work? Looking over his dresser, you shook your head. You already looked there practically a hundred times. You could have sworn you left it on your side of the bed along with every other piece of jewelry you had on before you showered. The Pandora bracelet with meaningful charms gifted from nearly everyone you knew was on your left wrist, the two rings from the same brand Wheezie got you with her birthday money on your index fingers, and lastly, the blue heart Gucci ring Rafe had given you for Valentine's Day a couple months back. You went over to Rafe's cluttered desk, biting your lip as your heart beat faster and tears welled up in your eyes. How did you manage to lose something so valuable?

You didn't realize how much you zoned out until you heard Rafe's door open, your boyfriend stepping into the room. He had a grin on his face and a beer in his hand and he looked like he was gonna tell you something before he noticed the state you were in. "Hey, hey," Rafe said, walking towards you with his brows pulled together. He sat his CoorsLite next to a stack of papers resting on his laptop before running his hand up your arm and turning you into his embrace. You were shaking. "What's wrong, baby? Why're you crying?" He asked softly and you grabbed onto the sides of his dark blue polo like a guilty kid. He moved his hands to cup your cheeks when you looked up at him, frowning at the sight of your tearful eyes and wobbling bottom lip. "I," you exhaled a big breath, trying to match your uneven breathing to Rafe's calm ones. "I-I can't find t-the necklace," you stuttered out, a tear falling down your cheek and into the crevice of your lip. You weren't one to cry about materialistic things, but this was important. It was the first gift Rafe had ever given you. He used his thumb to wipe it away, realization hitting him immediately and his eyes widened but you didn't notice, your own (Y/E/C) eyes switching between staring at his chest and hardwood floors. "The silver one with your name," you mumbled guiltily. You felt so stupid. Rafe bent his knees to get you to look into his eyes, and when you did, he had the biggest fucking smile on his face.

"What?-" you started but he just pulled you into his chest again, shushing you with a little bit of laughter. His hand cupped the back of your head while the other dug into his pocket. You felt heat rise to your face, whether it was from anger or embarrassment you didn't know. Why was he laughing? Getting another wave of frustration, you pushed at his chest, a deeper frown set on your face when it barely moved him an inch. "You jerk, what is so funny about this?" You began, but before you could get another word out, Rafe pulled his hand out of his pocket and opened it to show the expensive necklace resting in his palm.

You gasped, your eyebrows raising in shock as you reached for it immediately. Rafe smiled in amusement. "Where was it?" You questioned, holding it up between the two of you. You brought it to your chest in relief. Rafe rested his hand on your hip, pulling you between his knees as he leaned against his desk. "It was exactly where you left it," he explained, picking up your ring clad hand to press a kiss to the blue heart on your ring finger. "I brought it downstairs to clean it with Rose's jewelry cleaner. It's been a while and I wanted to do something nice. Sorry, baby, didn't mean to scare you," he finished with an apologetic kiss. "That's why I came up here, to give it back to you." His hands ran up the soft material of your strapless blue dress, before he dragged them back down to rest his hands on the small of your back.

You gave him another quick kiss, giving him the necklace and thanking him before turning around. "Put it on for me?" You asked. He did so and you turned around again, flipping your hair through the chain and behind your bare shoulders. Rafe couldn't help himself from dragging his eyes all over you. You had on little black heels with a strap at the ankle and that blue fucking dress that made him go nuts. He remembered the first time he caught you looking at it on one of the many shopping dates he took you on; you never let him buy you too much, much to his dismay, but when you were admiring it, you didn't think he was anywhere nearby as you had left him by the watches in the jewelry section. He remembered walking towards you as you lifted up the dresses tag, your mouth forming an "Oh" as you dropped the tag and tucked the dress back into its spot, shaking your head. He had snuck up behind you and plucked the dress off the rack, holding it in the air when you tried putting it back.

He smiled at the memory, raising his hands to straighten the necklace that rested between your collar bones. You leaned towards him, putting your hands on his jean clad thighs. It truly was a beautiful piece of jewelry, the simple cursive font with the diamond heart connected to the "E" matched you perfectly. Beautifully simple. You loved it almost as much as you loved him, and you never failed to wear it everyday. "So," you said, moving your hands to connect them with his and taking a step back, pulling him with you to the door. "You ready to go? Because that was the last thing I needed." He nodded, kissing your shoulder as you both walked down the stairs.

Topper and Kelce were sitting at the bottom of the steps, both holding beers and ripping Rafe's juul. They both stood once they heard the couple, Topper slurring, "Took you both long enough" as they both looked up to see Rafe help you down the last couple steps. Kelce whistled, "Damn, (Y/N/N), lookin good-" Rafe moved forward quick to smack the back of his head, Kelce dramatizing it and holding his head as if he'd been shot. "Ouch! Jesus, man, just giving your girl a compliment," he whined. Rafe rolled his eyes, pulling your laughing self under his arm. "Yeah, my girl, keep it respectful or keep your mouth shut, dude," Rafe said, chuckling to keep the air playful. Kelce was harmless, but Rafe meant what he said, didn't matter if it was his best friend or not. "Alright, alright, alright," Topper started walking towards the door. "Let's get this night started!" He hollered, chugging back the rest of his drink as he walked out the front door of Tannyhill, whooping loudly. Kelce grabbed the box full of beer, following the blonde out the door, almost dropping the alcohol when he tripped over his own two drunken feet.

"Fuckin' idiots," Rafe muttered, walking with you out into the night, locking his home behind you both. You laughed, and grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a kiss, tasting the beer on his tongue. It wasn't a short peck, like Rafe expected, but he wasn't planning on stopping your advances. He groaned into your mouth, his strong arms wrapping around you until his hands grabbed at your ass, pulling on the flesh as you sucked his tongue into your mouth. You pulled away just as he bit your bottom lip, moaning quietly when be pushed you closer to him. You could vaguely hear Topper and Kelce complaining about y'all from the car, Topper repeatedly trying to jiggle the door handle open to no avail while the keys to the vehicle rested in Rafe's pocket. Rafe grinned, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, his hand resting on the side of your neck. "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining," he said. You shrugged, grabbing his hand and walking towards the car, "Just another thank you," you smiled, giggling when Rafe moved you in front of him while walking, pressing your back into his chest. You could feel his excitement pressing into the small of your back and your hand flew up to cover your mouth when you laughed again, happy to see what you're able to do to him with a simple kiss. He sneakily grabbed at your ass again, groaning at the way it jiggled when he let his hand drop. "Oh, yea?" He asked. His imagination carried himself away as his hand traced up your figure. "You wanna thank me again later, baby?" He joked, giving you one last searing kiss before unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you. Topper and Kelce fell into the backseat, the former still chanting how this was gonna be the night of their lives. Rafe shut the door, walking to the drivers seat with a smirk on his face. Rafe laughed to himself, he didn't know where the night would take the group, but he knew it'd definitely be one he won't forget.