Head Over Heels - 𝖩𝖩 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

22 | 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

─────── ⋆⋅Chapter 22⋅⋆ ───────

The Wreck restaurant seemed relatively deserted, probably due to the early morning hour. However, the five teenagers didn't mind the quiet atmosphere. Frankie looked particularly tired, her exhaustion evident from the bags under her eyes. Having barely slept, her mind was consumed with thoughts about John B, currently hospitalized. Richard, her stepfather and the owner of the hospital, managed to provide her with a few details about the situation, but the limitations in what he could say frustrated her.

John B had been fortunate to survive the fall, as a slightly different angle could have resulted in a broken leg or back. Fortunately, he only sustained a broken left arm. Frankie found a seat at the table where Pope was seated, and she leaned against her chair, which was somewhat supported by JJ behind her, preventing her from toppling backwards. The two exchanged glances before they both turned their attention back to John B, who was standing in front of the counter, preparing to explain the importance of the gathering and also share the news that he would be staying at Cameron's, courtesy of Ward, Sarah and Rafe's father.

"I'm sorry. You're staying where?" Kiara asked as she walked up to the counter, and stood beside John B waiting for the black tray that carried cups of soda that her friends ordered.

"Tannyhill." John B replies, glancing at the curly brunette.

"So you're living with Sarah Cameron." Kiara states, picking up the tray and walking back to her friends table.

"You know could of stayed with me, I've got to many spare bedrooms." Frankie replies, setting her chair back onto all four picking up the plastic cup of the tray.

John B sighed resting his right hand againts his forehead, turning to look back at his friends. "Okay, look, the only reason I'm living there is because her dad bailed me out, right? And it's way better than foster care, which, by the way, is where I was about to go if Ward didn't-"

"Hey, so do you have a membership to the club now?" Pope suddenly asked cutting the brunette off.

"I don't know, Pope." John B replies, walking over as he shook his head.

"Still could of stayed at mine.." Frankie sang moving her head away from JJ's hand that attempted to mess up her hair.

"What about those golf carts they drive around? You get one of them?" JJ asked walking around the table, drinking his drink.

"Does it come with a sweater-vests, or do you have to buy one on your own?" Pope teased.

"Look you promised. You said you weren't with her." Kiara chipped in.

"Bro, just own it. She got you." JJ smirked, looking down and away from the group.

"Look, if you wanna hang out with her, that's fine. But I'm letting you known now, that me or Franki are not doing anything with Sarah." Kiara commented. Frankie blinked turning her head to stare at Kiara slight before turning to look away, her face scrunching up with confusion.

"Do you guys see her here? No, right. Okay. A little focus would be fantastic." John B responded sarcastically, "We've got the map, right?"

"It's out of whack 'cause the guy was ganja'd when he drew it." JJ pointed out.

"It's 'cause the coast has changed Jay." Frankie replied, looking over at the blonde sending him a smile.

"Okay...could you not." Pope shook his head as he held up his hands, before looking back down at the map, ignoring the way both JJ and Frankie where glaring at him, "So we just have to look for landmarks that haven't changed."