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❝ stick it up your ass, maybank ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"Yo, JJ, you been outside?" I hear the muffled voice of John B which stirs me awake.

"I have polio, bro. I can't walk" The much closer voice of JJ groans in reply.

The front door opens and I pry my eyes open. As my sleepiness fades away I realise the crushing weight on my chest and the warm breath fanning on my neck.

"JJ" I groan.

"Angel" The blonde mumbles into my neck, making me ticklish.

"Get off me, you fucking elephant" I huff, rolling him off me.

"Are you calling me fat?" He asks in disbelief.

"Maybe I am. What you gonna do about it?" I scoff.

He lunges for me and I manage to slip out his hold, scrambling off the bed. I race outside with the blonde Maybank boy hot on my heels and squeal when I feel him catching up to me.

"Johnny!" I shriek, throwing myself at the brunette.

John B catches me, bridal style, and I turn my head to see JJ glaring at me playfully. My eyes wander to the damage done by the storm and I whistle lowly.

"This ain't good" I tell John B who nods in agreement, placing me back on my feet "This ain't good"

"You said that already" JJ points out.

"Thought it was worth repeating" I grin sarcastically and he shakes his head at me.

"Jar" John B states and I roll my eyes, digging a dollar out my back pocket and slapping it in his hand.

"Agatha did some work, huh?" JJ realises.

"Yeah, she did" John B hums, pulling branches out the HMS Pogue.

JJ burps and I gag, shooting him a disgusted look to which he smirks.

"What you thinkin'?" JJ asks John B curiously.

"I'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. All those drum are gonna chase the crab" John B answers.

"What about the DCS? Wasn't that today?" JJ asks.

"They're not gonna get on a ferry after a hurricane, J" I tell him.

"Vie's right. Come on, think about it" John B grins widely "It's God tellin' us to fish"

"Then fish, we shall" I grin as JJ swings his arm around my neck.

We help the Routledge boy clear the debris from the HMS Pogue and around the yard before getting ready for the day ahead.

I head into the house first, leaving the boys to get the boat in the water while I get dressed. I wash up and change into a white bikini with a cherry pattern over it. After brushing out my blonde waves, I slip on some light wash denim shorts and a white crop top with the words 'cherry bomb' on the front in red. While the boys get dressed I pull on my red high top converse and bracelets.

"You ready to go, angel?" JJ chirps, poking his head in the room.

"Yup. Let's go, hot stuff" I smile, following behind the boys as we make our way down the dock.

"Vie, do you want to stop off at yours on the way to get Kie?" John B wonders, starting up the boat.

"Nah, I'm good" I shrug, sitting down at the front of the boat and swinging my legs over the edge.

"Are you sure?" The brunette asks and I hesitate to answer.

"I- You know what? I should probably check on Wheezie" I answer and he nods in understanding.

The boys start talking about boats and my mind drifts off as I watch my reflection in the water.

Last night's breakdown most definitely wasn't my first and it's not unusual for JJ to be the one who calms me down, but this one felt different in a way I can't explain.

Over my life I've grown the bad habit of bottling up all my emotions and putting up a tough front so the people who try to hurt me don't know they're actually hurting me. I've always kept my head up high and kept walking, I won't let them know what they're saying is getting to me.

But it does.

Deep down, under my strong facade, I'm sensitive and tired of the crap I have to put up with on the daily.

The only problem with me bottling up my emotions is that I tend to explode every once in a while. Sometimes it's overwhelming sadness, sometimes it's homicidal rage and other times it's reckless mania. Every breakdown is different from the last, but JJ always tries to understand and help me, which I appreciate so much.

The other Pogues know of my breakdowns, they've witnessed some of them and they're not pretty. Although they've all tried their best to help me, it always ends with JJ stepping in and taking over. The blonde Maybank boy seems to be the only person who has enough patience to sit with me when I cry or keep up with me when I'm angrily throwing insults at him.

"Sure hope Guffy's boat didn't sink. He doesn't have insurance" JJ speaks up, breaking me out my thoughts.

"Yeah" John B agrees "Hi, Miss Amy! You guys get through it?"

"Still here" The woman replies politely.

"She totally looked at me" JJ says giddily once we're out of earshot.

"I saw it" John B nods.

"I think you're both delusional" I scoff.

"Are you jealous, angel?" JJ smirks down at me.

"Oh, sweetie, don't flatter yourself" I laugh "You look like something I drew with my left hand"

John B bursts out laughing and JJ glares at me.

"Oh, really?" He buffs and I nod "Well in my opinion, you look like a toad"

John B's laughter only gets louder and I roll my eyes.

"Wanna know a really fun thing to do with your opinion?" I ask enthusiastically and the blonde tilts his head in confusion "Stick it up your ass, Maybank"

Just as JJ looks like he's about to tackle me into the water and drown me, John B sobers up and speaks.

"Guys, look at this place" The brunette declares.

We both redirect our attention to the extent of the damage hurricane Agatha left behind. JJ whistles lowly and I cringe.

"Fucking hell" I murmur.

"Agatha, what did you do?" JJ asks rhetorically.

"She is a crazy lady" John B sings.

"Hard core, dude" JJ agrees "Phew! Hurricane surge"

"We're gonna be cleaning this all summer" JJ complains.

"That's my nightmare" I hum.

"Well, look who we have here" JJ says in a goofy voice as we near the Heyward's.

"Morning, Po" I chirp as JJ whoops loudly.

"Morning, Vie" Pope smiles warmly.

"We have a safety meeting! Attendance mandatory!" John B announces, speaking as if his voice is coming through a radio before mimicking static.

"I can't. My pop's got me on lockdown" Pope explains just as Heyward walks up behind him.

"Come on, man!" JJ whines before faking the sound of static like John B just did, speaking into his hand like it's a radio "Your dad's a pussy. Over"

"Maybank!" I warn the blonde who just grins mischievously.

"Oh, I heard that, you little bastard" Heyward snaps in a scolding tone.

"We need your son!" John B yells.

"Yeah, and island rules. Day after a hurricane's a free day" JJ talks out his ass and I roll my eyes.

"Who the hell made that up?" Heyward scoffs.

"Uh...Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. I have a card" JJ continues to talk shit and Heyward turns to me.

"Sylvie, what is a sweet girl like you hanging around with idiots as dumb as this?" He asks me seriously and I laugh.

"I ask myself that everyday" I tell the older man who chuckles.

"Why can't you get yourself a nice girlfriend like Sylvie?" He asks his son bluntly, making the boys laugh at the awkward look on Pope's face.

"Say hi to Denise for me!" I say, trying to change the subject and the man smiles at the name of his wife.

"Will do, kiddo" He assures me.

"Dad, I'll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow" Pope speaks up, pleading with his father.

"You think- No! No! Hell no! You doin' it right now" Heyward demands sternly.

"Get in the boat" John B mutters and I roll my eyes with a small smile.

"Make a run for it, brother. Make a run for it" JJ adds and Pope drops the hose in his hand.

"Boy, if you get in that boat-" Heyward warns the boy who completely ignores his father, climbing onto the boat.

"Yeah! How does that feel?" JJ smirks cheekily.

"Go, go, go!" Pope hisses out as John B pulls the boat away from the Heywards' dock.

"Bring your ass back up here!" Heyward orders.

"I promise I'll do it tomorrow, dad!" Pope assures his father.

"When you get back, you gonna clean shrimp! You gonna clean fish! You'll clean your dirty ass room!" Heyward hollers and I giggle, sharing an amused grin with JJ.

"Love you, pops!" John B yells back sarcastically.

"And I don't like your friends!" Heyward adds.

"I'll make sure he gets back to you in one piece! I promise!" I shout loudly.

"That's why you're the only exception, sweetheart!" The man shouts back and I grin happily, blowing him a kiss.

"Suck up" JJ scoffs.

"Do you want some peanut butter with that jelly?" I ask sarcastically and he grabs a chunk of my hair, tugging it back.

"JJ!" I shriek, slapping his leg angrily "That hurt, you asshole"

"Sorry, angel" He apologises lowly, threading his fingers through my hair and massaging my head.

I lean into his touch, sighing in content as I swing my legs lightly back and forth.