𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
𝟏𝟖:𝟐𝟔 - 𝟐𝟕:𝟏𝟓
𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨:  𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 (𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯) » 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴

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THIRD PERSON POV:

John B and JJ jump out of the HMS Pogue, slinging backpacks over their shoulders and wiping the sweaty hair out of their faces before starting the mile walk to Midsummers.In the distance, they're able to see the Country Club, sticking out like a lighthouse at night. The busy voices of the guests were dull but somehow still loud.

"Ready?" The blonde glances over to John B, an eyebrow raised.

"Can you believe this Midsummer shit, man?" John grumbles, running a hand through his scruffy hair.

"Of course I can," JJ scoffs, "Happens every year. No matter how screwed up the rest of us are," He shakes his head, "So, like, what's the plan exactly?"

"Okay, look, I need you to get this to Sarah." He passes his best friend a small note.

"Ooh!" JJ squeals happily, "Can I read it?"

"No," He states, "You can't read it."

Completely ignore his command, JJ does exactly the opposite, fumbling with the note for a second before his eyes scan over the messy handwriting, "Who's Vlad?"

"God, do you ever listen?" He tuts.

"Hold up," JJ furrows his eyebrows, "Are you mackin' Sarah Cameron?" My voice raises, "You're defo mackin' Sarah Cameron!"

"Would you just shut up?" He snaps, "Alright, man. I'm doing it for everybody, okay?"

JJ smirks slightly and John B's face screws up in confusion. The pair come to a stop and John rounds his best friend so they are face to face.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing," JJ chuckles, dropping backpack down, "Thanks for being a team player, bro." He laughs, pulling out a white dress top, slipping it on over his dirty t-shirt and buttoning it up tightly.

"Just hold still," John B mumbles, wrapping the bow-tie neatly around my neck.

"So I just give it to Sarah?" JJ asks, looking at him with raised brows.

"Yes," He sighs, "just give it to Sarah." John B finishes the knot and pats JJ's shoulder, allowing him to move again. He kneels down to JJ's bag, pulling out the gun, "Are you kidding me?" He tilts his head.

While tidying up his collar, JJ hums, "No, I'm not kidding you."

"If you get caught, you're goin' to jail."

The ping his hat off, JJ shrugs, "Fine, but if I get ambushed, it's on you."

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After stealing a tray and a few glasses from empty tables our front, JJ makes his way up the steps to the man, pulling his waist coat down, not liking formality.

"I keep finding glasses way down the beach," He grumbles to the doors man while passing him, "Do me a favour and try to keep 'em corralled, will ya? I thought you were security." He shakes his head before making his way around the docking and to the back while placing the trays down on the nearest table.

He pauses for a moment, searching the busy crowd for a certain dirty blonde, but instead he notices Sarah Cameron with her sister on the dance floor. Grumbling under his breath about how he didn't find Ava, he goes to make his way over to Sarah but someone drags him back.

He whips his head around to them in surprise, preparing to raise his fists. His gaze softens when he realise it's just Pope, and he pulls JJ over to beside the barbecue. His face more than visibly angry.

"Dude," JJ breaths, "don't sneak up on me like that right now."

Out of nowhere, he steps forward, hugging the blonde tightly, leaving his arms squashed awkwardly by his sides.

"Whoa," JJ attempts to pat his back, but Pope tightens the hug, "Unexpected PDA there, Dr Spock." He finally pulls away, sighing sadly and JJ pecks a single kiss to his jaw, "But, uh, hey, love you too, man."

"Dude, I'm sick over all this shit, man." Pope screws his face up.

"You're sick?" With furrows brows, JJ taps his forehead, "You don't seem sick."

"I'm sick on the inside," He snaps, smacking JJ's hand away roughly.

"Right," JJ purses his lips, "Well, I already knew that."

He tilts his head, monitoring to the scratches on his friend's face, "Did Shoupe do that?"

"Oh," JJ points to his face, "this? No. This is- it's my dad. You know? Has that right jab. Can really snap it off at times."

He shakes his head, licking his lips, "That looks like more than a jab, bro."

JJ shrugs, "It's nothin' that hasn't happened before."

He bites his lip anxiously, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you take the fall for this. It's my fault!"

"No. It's not."

"It's my fault." He continues.

"Shut up." The blonde boy hisses.

"You took the fall for me. I'll tell the truth, go to the cops—"

Grabbing boht sides Pope's face, JJ sighs, "Shut up, Pope! Shut up. For once in your life, trust someone else. John B and I got it all sorted out. We're gonna be filthy rich, man." JJ smiles and leans closer to him, his hands dropping to his sides, "We're back in the G-game, baby."

Pope furrows his eyebrows, "G-game? I thought we lost the gold game."

"Yeah, well, we're in overtime now," JJ holds up five fingers, than switching it to just one, "Fifth and one, baby. I'll be right back."

The blonde Pogue begins to walk away, hearing Pope mutter, "Fifth and one?"

Turning around, JJ waves goodbye, "I'll explain later, okay?"

Swirling back round, JJ pushes his way through the rich crowd, trying very hardest to apologise as much as possible and not to rude. Eventually, Sarah falls into his line of sight once more and his makes a b-line straight for her quickly, until an old man stops him, his hand rested on his chest.

"Yes?" JJ rushes, one of his eyes staying on Sarah to make sure she doesn't leave.

"Dewar's and tonic."

The blonde nods quickly, "Right away, sir. Be right there." He turns back to Sarah, tapping her on the shoulder. Her hands let go of her sister's and her head whips to the boy's, her face confronting into utter confusion.

"JJ?"

"Yep," He slips the note out of his waistcoat pocket and starts to act like he's dancing to fit in with the crowd, "I got a note from, uh, Vlad."

She takes it out of between his fingers and her eyebrows crease, "From-"

"Sh," He stands behind her, their backs against each other.

"From Vlad?" She says quieter.

"Yeah," He hums, shimming around her again and starting to leave slowly while she does the same, "Just read the note."

Someone turns the blonde Pogue roughly around, their hands gripping his shoulders. Kelce.

"I'm wondering if you could get me a mai-tai, Pogue." He spits.

Pursing his lips, JJ shrugs, "Yeah, well, I'm on the clock right now. You know, uh, I got a couple of orders ahead of you, so why don't you guys just go ahead and wait by the bar?"

He shakes his head, "No."

After managing to shake Kelce's grip off his shoulder, JJ begins to back away slowly, but the Kook follows his every step.

"JJ is to get us some hors d'oeuvres." He chuckles at his friend, who joins his side and neither of their eyes ever leave JJ's.

"Well," JJ points to a random table, "there are the hor d'oeuvres. I'll be right back, okay?"

Whirling around on his heel, JJ sprints off, and they're quick to follow him though the club, his shiny shoes clicking on the tiled floor. JJ skids down a hawk way, gently pushing past guests and jumping over horribly placed furniture, occasionally throwing a chair to the ground behind him.
He barges into a room, only to found out it's the male bathroom.

"Ah, excuse me, guys," He tries the door of the nearest cubicle.

It's locked.

"I'm takin' a shit!" The man inside yells.

"Sorry. Sorry! Just really gotta go." JJ chuckles awkwardly, trying the next door over.

It's also locked. Onto the last cubicle.

He tries the handle multiple times, receiving annoyed shouts from the guy inside. Throwing his head back in annoyance, JJ rushes out of the other door, his body slamming directly into Kelce's chest.

JJ whirls around to leave once more, but more Kook appear as Kelce wraps his arms tightly around my neck.

"Fucking stop, Rafe," A yell comes from the room behind us, "What can your thick head not get? God, you're so fucking obsessed, it's almost hilarious!"

Immediately JJ Maybank recognises that voice and his body stills slightly, listening out for further shouts.

"Hey, Rafe! Get off the girl and come see what I found," Kelce shouts, laughing in my ear.

"AVA!" JJ squirms against his arms, his hands clawing at Kelce's forearm desperately.

"JJ? Oh, thank fuck," She laughs happily, "This fucking—"

There's a crash and she lets out another loud shout.

"Shut up and stay here. And, for once, listen to me," Rafe hisses before waltzing into the locker room and moving around to stand in front of JJ, his hands rested on his hips.

JJ's hair has now fallen in front his face and he glares over at Rafe with his jaw clenched and nostrils flared in anger, "What the fuck did you do to her?" He growls lowly.

He smirks, "Oh, everything."

JJ snarls, "You motherfucker."

His eyes travel past Kelce and I, into the room he was just in with Ava, "Hey, Ava!" He bellows, rolling his jaw when realisation his him, "Fuck, and now she's ran away."

"Good," JJ spits.

He rolls his eyes, turning to his other Kook friends, "Hold him still. What do you think? A four iron, right?"  He gets into a golfing position in front of the two boys and his friends chuckle and step out of the way, "Keep his head still, Kelce. I'm gonna line this up."

Kelce's hand moves up to behind JJ's head and pushes it forward, not allowing the blond to move it.

"Very Rafe of you. Five on one?" He coughs.

"If you could please stop talking? It's very disrespectful," He spits, "I'm trying to hit a ball, alright? Learn your etiquette, my friend."

JJ continues to push against Kelce, his hands attempting to pry his grip away, but it's still no use. The blonde Pogue knows that Kelce is in the gym every day and night, drinking protein shakes and has the most beautiful sleep schedule ever. As much as he hates to admit it, he doesn't have a chance.

Rafe bends down, looking up directly at JJ, "Your face looks really bad. Starting to look like your dad a lot more."

JJ spits the built up saline from his mouth at Rafe and the substance lands on his cheeks, causing him to straighten up again and immediately wipe it off.

He smirks, "Oh, shit. Alright. It was—"

The light flickers for a second and a man walks into the room, causing Kelce to immediately release JJ and we all whirl around to face the man, straightening our suits in a hurry.

"Gentleman," He clears his throat, "Is there a problem here?"

"Pardon me, officer. No, there's not an issue. I just- Actually, yes," JJ talked quickly, "No, there is an issue. We got a criminal trespass in progress here." He mimics the sound of a cop siren, "Call it in, right? Blatant disrespect for private property."

Rafe fixes his hair, nodding, "Yeah."

"I'm in violation of all kind of shit, sir," JJ smirks, grabbing Kelce's bow-tie and twisting it slightly, "but these young gentleman—"

He smacks my hand away roughly, "Don't touch my shit."

"—caught me, sir, and they're about to take me away. And that's what you should do," JJ holds his arms up, ready to be cuffed, "escort me out of here. You got me."

The man grabs JJ's underarm and drags the boy away and manages turns to Rafe, "Fix that tie, son. Oh, you're lookin' spiffy, too. You powerpuff girls have fun."

"Tell Ava she looks pretty hot for a pogue!And I gotta tell you, that dress that she's wearing, slips on and off pretty easy!" He laughs, his friends joining in.

Immediately, JJ rips his arm from the guard's grip and charges towards the Kooks. Kelce shoves at his chest but he shoulder barges him away, and points to Rafe when he feels the guard's hand wrap around his wrist, "Take her name out of your fucking mouth and don't ever fucking talk about her or I swear to god I will fucking kill you!"

The guard pulls him back again but he struggles against him, trying to get a swing on Rafe, "You think I'm afraid of you?" He shouts while being led through the door.

Once they're outside and back onto the decking, JJ uses his free hand to run his finger through his messy hair. He shakes the guard off him roughly "Look- look man, I can walk myself. I got legs. Can you see that, brother?"

His eyes land on Kie and soon drift over to Ava who's leaning on the table, peering down into a small mirror. His eyes soften immediately at the sight of her and a smile works it's way onto his face while his eyes flick up and down her body, examining the silk dress wrapped around her perfect body.

"Ava?" He calls and she lifts up her head, clicking the mirror shoot and meeting his gaze, "Are you—"

"Come on!" The guard shoves him down the steps, preventing him from talking to Ava.

"Let me just walk out by myself," He snaps, recognising the old man from earlier on a nearby table, "Oh, sir, I see you got your drink. Good, that's really nice of you. I'm actually gonna down that." He picks the glass up off the table and lets the alcohol slip smoothly down his throat before being dragged onto the grass, "I really appreciate the desertion." He lifts his arms into the air, everyone's eyes already following him.

"It's okay, everybody! Do not panic. Leave it to men and women in uniform, huh? Let's hear if for them." He starts to clap loudly while still being pulled away from all the guests before pointing at Rose, "Rose, you look like lady liberty. It's good to see you again."

The guard turns JJ away roughly from everyone, his hands clutching my waist.

"Let go of him!" Kiara yells while JJ attempts to steal some man's food, "You can't just boot him!"

While she protests, JJ looks at Ava again, and this time she's fully looking at him with a smile on her face while she laughs at his childish antic and he sends her a wink, chuckling himself.

"I invited him here," Kiara continues, shrugging her parents off, "I'm a member of this club."

JJ shoves the guard back roughly and he tumbles back into a table, knocking it all over, "Sorry about that. Hey! Mandatory power hour at Rixon's, Kie." JJ points at her before moving his finger over to Ava, "And, princess, come here!"

She rolls her eyes at the nickname before shoving past Rafe and jogging down the steps. All the guests watch as JJ opens his arms and she runs into them, allowing him to pick her up and whirl her around in the air.

"Ava— fuck. I gotta you're so fucking pretty," He breaths, placing her down and checking her up and down, his hands massaging her waist, "A dress? Last time I saw you in one was. . . you've never worn a dress before."

"Oh, I have," She laughs, "Just not in you're presence," Ava flicks his bow tie with a lustful smirk playing on her face, "You look very handsome in a suit, Mr. Maybank."

He winks, "I look handsome in everything."

Ava holds both her arms up while Pope, JJ and her both walk backwards. She raises a finger over to the other girl for the group, "Let's roll! Come on, Kie. Throw off those fucking chains!"

John B pulls Ava into a hug from behind, causing her to attempt to shove him off before relaxing into the hug.

JJ salutes at him, "Misson accomplished, sir."

"What mission?" Ava raises an eyebrow
but quickly gets distracted once Kie runs over, pulling her away from John B, "Yes, Kie!" Ava laughs, celebrating that she's disobeyed her parents again.

A small smile creeps onto JJ's face while he watches Ava laughs, but he's snapped out of the trance when John B pulls me after him.

"WHOOOOO!"

The whole group all scream while running away, their hands in the air, leaving the guests in utter shock.

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i saw no way home yesterday and oh my daysss