𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 is the twin sister of John Booker Routledge, and the daughter of John Routledge. Brooklyn has always been close to her family, but until the disappearance of her father nine months ago, she and John B are on a mis...
season one ; episode two { The Lucky Compass } chapter ten
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THE POGUES ARRIVED at Kiara's place. Pope went in The Wreck to talk to her but he shortly came out and said, "She says she'd not comin'."
"Why not? What'd you do to her, John B?"
"Shit. Hang on. I'll deal with it." Brooklyn frowned, knowing damn well what he did.
"Do you know what happened?" JJ asked, turning to her. "You're his sister so I assumed he would've told you."
"He'll probably end up telling you anyway but he kissed Kie, she turned him down." Brooklyn shrugged, seeing Pope walk down the steps and back to the van.
"Holy shit. No way. I was so sure she was into him." JJ slammed his hands down on his lap. "Looks like more of us have broke the No Pogue-on-Pogue macking."
Brooklyn choked on her salvia. "You remember that?" She questioned, being sure with herself that JJ was way too high to recall that day.
"Of course. We got high, you forced me up to the lighthouse and we made out." JJ shrugged, looking over at her with a smirk plastered across his face. "We were, like, so wasted."
She chuckled, slamming her head into her hands. JJ leaned over and lifted her face up by the steady touch of his finger meeting her chin. He used his other hand to push a couple strands of her silk brown hair away from her face and behind her ear.
"If you ever wanna make out when we aren't high then I'd be down for that."
She rolled her eyes and shoved him away. "Fuck off."
In a short few moments, John B had convinced Kiara to come in the van with the others and so they all set off for the road again.
"You mind if I relax on this one? It's been a long day, and a lot of weird stuff's gone down." He spoke, smoke leaving his mouth. "I'm just gonna lay low." He looked over at Pope who was staring at him. "Oh, did you want a hit of this."
"I do." Brooklyn smirked.
"No way. Nope." John B warned, giving JJ that look that he always gave him when he went too far with his sister.
"I keep the signal clear." Pope leaned back.
"Dude, okay. Do you understand that you problem is that you don't get creative?" JJ handed his cigarette to Brooklyn who instantly connected it to her lips. "If you got creative, then-."
