❝ You know, I have the feeling I'm gonna marry you someday, Oak.❞
- What would you do if you found out murder ran through your own blood?
And that, that blood was going to be the reason for the island's biggest case in the history of its existenc...
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"JUST BE SO CAREFUL, JOHN—" JJ teases John B, sliding his hand down his neck and going all up on him mockingly as he pushes him away.
"God, you're so weird," he jogs a few steps away, the teasing boy following him as they walk through the motel in search of their motel door.
"What the heck was that about—"
"I don't know maybe she wants us to be careful. Oakley was just as concerned," John Be defends himself.
JJ has a tendency to taunt the boys every time they get as close to a step near a girl. Their theory is that he's just envious that girls usually don't spare him a second glance after a one-night stand. With Kiara and John B he's utterly restless, it's like every single thing they do he uses against them.
"Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like;" he places his hands on John's shoulders and begins rubbing them, "Oh! Be so careful, john B!"
John B shoves his hands off, ignoring him.
"Oh, give me that John D already— like, when are you gonna swoop on that, man?"
John B glances back at him, growing annoyed.
"Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking," he gestures a hand out before furrowing his eyebrows and turning back at JJ, "Besides, you're the one always hitting on Oakley,"
"Dude, I'm not- I'm not hitting on Oakley, alright I— just, admit that you like Kiara, she's a super-hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us. Why? I can't figure it out either, but, who cares, bro?"
Deny, deny, deny. JJ's life motto. JJ never lies within his best friends, you know, 'no secrets amongst Pogues', but when it comes to Oakley Clifton, the boy never— ever— seems to be able to bring himself to admit that there's definitely something he feels for her. Maybe it's the way he softens around her, or how his blue eyes mold into a completely different shape when they look at her, or how he never listens, but when she speaks the world revolves around her.
He always avoids the subject, and John B hides a smirk every time he does.
"I know that door's locked because I've tried it. Have you?" He motions towards a door and John shakes his head.
"You need help," he states, "Not like a little help, you need a lot of help. It's like every girl who just has a heartbeat, you're like 'uhh!'," he puts his hands out and tilts his head back, mocking sexual satisfaction.
"What? It's not a big deal,"
They stop at a door as John B points at the number on the wood.
"Is that us? Twenty-nine," he turns to JJ, "This is it,"
"Okay,"
JJ knocks on the door with a song-like beat, bobbing his head along to the rhythm.
