𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | outerbanks¹

𝟢𝟧𝟥， DISTORTION OF LOVE

GLITCH.
053 | distortion of love

RETRIEVING THE KEYS TO THE PHANTOM FROM THE MAYBANK HOUSE WAS FAIRLY EASY

━━ well, at least for Renee and Kiara who despite their offers to assist JJ in going inside which he inevitably refused not being aware of what kind of state his dad was in and especially not wanting to expose either of them ( but especially his girlfriend) to it.

It gave both of the girls time to mull over what had happened with their parents back at the wreck. Renee couldn't help but wonder what was suddenly pulling out this maternal side of her mom? she had never seemed to care about what happened to her, claiming that it was her own problem far too many times for Renee to be able to count.

But. She couldn't help but feel guilty, although her mom didn't show it as much as she used to — she loved her in her own way, Renee was still her child after all.

Renee flinched at the feeling of JJ's cold palm resting on top of the bare skin of her thigh — snapping out of her thoughts as she looked back at jj who had been trying to talk to her,

" you've been quiet since we left the wreck, is everything ok?"  he asked, which prompted the question to plant itself in her own head.

She was a fugitive, running away from the law doing everything that she had been raised distinctly not to do. She was scared, beyond scared: for herself, her family, her friends — especially John B of all people.

Of course she wasn't ok.

" yeah." she faked a smile and momentarily glanced at JJ " I'm fine and dandy." soon turning her attention back to the road as she drove down the road to the storage unit the boat was being kept in.

JJ and Kiara momentarily shared a look of questioning if the other knew what was going on with the girl — neither knowing the answer, leaving them in the dark.

The flashing of red and blue mixed with the horrendously loud sound of the sirens send shock waves through the three teenagers.

" guys get down!" JJ instructed, himself pushing his body down into a uncomfortable slouching position whilst Kiara ducked behind Renee's seat.

Renee used one of her hands to position her hair to cover the half of her face that the cops could clearly see — too grabbing JJ's hat off of his head and lazily placing it on her own.

Her heart beat didn't go back down until it's usual rhythm until the police car and her own vehicle were at least ten metres apart from one another.

Pulling up to the storage unit was soon after, turning off the ignition and getting out — a slight buzz of excitement filled JJ's eyes as Renee looked at him as she approached the lock of the storage unit.

As he pushed the door open, light leaked into the unit — junk scattered along the left side of the walls although it was obvious that no body was looking at that when the getaway boat was taking up most of the proximity on the right hand side.

" there she be." JJ grinned, walking into the unit soon being followed by Kiara and Renee,

" hey girl." he greeted the boat, pulling the cover from over the railing " a nineteen eighty three formula four-o-two SR one." JJ clarified, the name sparked in Renee's mind.

" I'm pretty sure my grandpa use to have one of these back in France ." she mumbled to herself, although through JJ's awe of the boat she was barely heard.

" the phantom." she turned to look at the girls who nodded and hummed, not really knowing what else to do or say.

" the first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under sixteen hours!" he boasted, continuing to ran his flat palm over the side " Forty years old! Fourty."