Bahama Drama ||Outer Banks

Chapter thirty-seven.

"Last hugs, Tee?" John B asks.

"Last hugs." I say jumping on the boat. We hug each other tightly and he starts rubbing the back of my head. "Gross. You smell like Topper."

"These are his clothes." John B said. "Say the words and I won't go."

"I can't do that." I say.

"I'm gonna miss you, Tee. This isn't just 24 hours. It's like 24 days times 2.5." John B says.

"24 hours, 24 days, 24 years, I will be here when you come back." I say.

"Promise?" John B asks.

"Promise." I say.

"Okay." John B says. I pull out of the hug and jump off the boat.

"Get out of here. Please." Kie says.

"Now. We'll see you in two months, down in Mexico." Pope says.

"Love you." JJ says.

"Hey, wait- wait a second. Tell Sarah I said goodbye, okay?" John B asks. JJ nods.

"Don't forget. Cross the border at Brownsville, okay?" JJ asks.

"Got it." John B says. He starts the boat and we all push it away.

"Bye, John B." Ky yells.

"Bye, Ky." John B yells back. John B rides off.

"JJ, how much weed do you think it'll take to make two months go by fast?" I ask.

"No weed right now. Presley is here." JJ says.

"What's happening over there?" Ky asks. I look over and see Kie and Pope hugging.

"Aww, they made up." I say. Kie and Pope start kissing. "Holy fuck."

"Whoo hoo." Ky says.

"Aye-yo!" I say.

"Get it." Ky says.

"Hey, guys, I'm sorry to ruin the party, but, uh, we gotta go right now." JJ said. "Come on." We all run back towards the car and some cops block us in. Kie and JJ put their hands up. Pope continues walking forward.

"Pope." Kie says.

"SBI. Dang, he didn't even do anything." I say.

"Move. Hands up. Hands up." The SBI guy says. Me and Ky put our hands up.

"Pope, hands." Kie says. Pope starts putting his hands up.

"We're too late. He's gone. God damn it!" Shoupe said. "Bratcher, have your guys stand down. Let me talk to these kids. All right, where the hell is he?!" Shoupe asked. "Where the hell is he? JJ, I see you're living up to your name. Pope, how 'bout you? This isn't a fucking game! You can do the right thing now! Where'd he go?"

"Sister of the suspect?" Bratcher asks and someone gives him a file.

"Yessir." I answer.

"A Miss October Rayne Routledge, 16 years old, born October 5, 2003, favorite color yellow. Why is that in her police file? And is her picture from prom or something? What is this?" Bratcher asks.

"Ninth-grade homecoming. I gotta update it." I say.

~~~SBI tent~~~

"Follow Plumb to that tent." Shoupe says as Pope and Ky get out of the cars. "Hold up. Wait for your friends." Kie and Presley get out next, then me and JJ.

"They already killed one person." A bystander says.

"This way." Plumb says.

"That's all you can say?" A man yells from the crowd of people taking pictures.