The Original Pogue- JJ Maybank

Chapter 8

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The sense of nostalgia is overwhelming as I make my way into the house following John B. This was my safe space once upon a time. Whenever Rafe would get too much I would hide out here. At least that's how it started. After that I started coming here on my own accord.

"And then we were right outside like this" JJ starts his story, "And then all we hear is like, Bam! Bam! Bam! Knocking paint off the wall G! From the inside"

I roll my eyes at his dramatic retelling of the story.

He walks over to Kie and Pope running his fingers through his hair.

"That's dandruff. Disgusting" Kie states causing me to chuckle.

She looks up at me, obviously confused to why I'm here. She doesn't look as friendly or welcoming as she did the other day. The boys obviously filled her in on who I was. And if JJ told the story as dramatically as he told this one, he probably painted me out to be the freaking wicked witch of the west.

"At that point, I was just like... I'm waiting for death" JJ continues dramatically, nearly hitting me in the face with his flailing arms.

"Okay so you saw the guys that shot at us right?" Pope asked.

Immediately, JJ and John B flicked their eyes to me, eyes roaming my body looking for the gun shot wound. Great they saw straight through my shitty cover up.

Luckily for me, my hair was covering it.

"What?" I spat out.

JJ clenched his jaw and spoke lowly, "You fucking know what sunshine. You're not getting out of this conversation."

Sunshine. Damn, I thought John B's nickname pulled at the heartstrings. This one freaking snapped them.

Instead of showing how much it affected me, I just roll my eyes uninterested.

"What you guys on about? Kie questioned, clearly irritated at being left out.

"Nothing" I say firmly.

Before they can say anything else, Pope thankfully cuts in,

"What did they look like?"

"Burly" JJ sighed

Jesus christ.

"Burly?" Pope questions in disbelief

"That's not very helpful" Kie mumbled

"What did the square groupers look like man?" Pope encouraged.

That my friends, was when JJ Maybank snapped,

"I wasn't taking mental polaroids the entire time man. I was under duress okay!" I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was actually more affected by this than he put on, "but I can tell you from the way Ms lana was screaming, these guys are serious, serious hombres man. It's a heavy vibe right now okay. I'm not liking this very much"

I walk over to JJ, place my hands on his shoulders and push him to sit in a chair. His pacing was making me anxious, he gives me an odd look but I just reply with a smile.

"Okayyyy." I turn around, causing all eyes to turn to me, "There were two men, both wearing black shirts. The larger of the two had short spiked hair with more of a square face. The shorter, skinnier one had more of a long face and longer hair that sort of swooshed across his face. They both had facial hair, and both are absolute, and utter twatbags." I pause, "That about cover it?" I question with an eyebrow raised.