❝ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...
𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔 ❞
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alex thornbury knew that her mother was hiding something. she just never could've guessed that it had to do with the shady cover-up of a m...
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"WHY DO I HAVE TO be the one the pawn this piece of shit off anyway?" JJ is waving the bar of gold in the air like it's a neuscense.
"Because you're the best liar." Pope retorts, earning an eye roll from JJ, before the blond boy steps to the side and pushes open the door to the pawn shop.
The bell hanging over the door jingles loudly as the whole group enters, Alex at the back of the line. She waits by the shelf near the entrance, pretending to look through the tall stacks of vintage and rare CDs while JJ goes up to the counter.
"Afternoon, ma'am." He slips his backpack off of his shoulders. "I see you buy gold."
"That's what the sign say, don't it?" The older woman behind the counter look him up and down, referencing the large CA$H FOR GOLD sign hanging high on the wall.
"Well, I sure hope you buy a lot of it, because I'm about to blow your mind." JJ unzips his back and when he reveals the hunk of gold, the woman just laughs at him.
"That ain't real." She shakes her head.
"Oh, really?" JJ challenges. "Feel how heavy it is." He drops it into her hands and she falters, like she didn't expect that kind of weight to hit her palms.
