𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚
in which john booker routledge gets his secret girlfriend pregnant and starts looking for the gold
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"you sure he got everything?" kie sighed. kie, jj, john b, and briar were sitting at the end of the chateau's dock. holly was off committing witch craft.
"every bar," john b breathed. "the whole enchilada." he grunted as he yanked his arm free from his cast. "look, it's not like i expected a happy ending or some shit."
"john b," kie interrupted.
"what, kie?" the routledge boy sighed. "it's a hairline fracture. who cares?"
"you should care," kie said with a stiff smile. "your arm's gonna be messed up for life."
"i second that," briar said from where she lay her head on john b's stomach.
"it's fine," he held it up. "see?" he grasped briar's side and began to tickle her. "you see?"
"mercy, mercy, mercy," the girl laughed loudly, rolling back and forth.
"guys!"
the teens turned quickly and were met with a very sweaty, very well-dressed pope heyward.
"oh! oh! oh, god," pope panted. "i ran all the way here."
"you all right?" john b called nonchalant from the dock.
"how was the interview, pope?" jj asked.
"don't ask," the heyward boy breathed heavy with his hands on his knees. "jb. . . look, i'm sorry, dude. about everything."
"it's fine," john b called back, his face was nestled against briar's head.
"but i don't have a lot of time, and i have information that is tactically relevant," pope breathed.
briar sat up quickly, very interested in what the boy had to say.
"so, before i had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for cameron's big plane. because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. so, i'm there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself hm. why would cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? what could be so heavy to weigh it down?"
john b sat up. jj turned to the group. "gold."
"that's right," john b said excitedly.
"exactly!" pope yelled, moving his hands around quickly. "guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go."
"guys, we can't give up now," kie hopped off the edge of the dock.
"what's the plan, big man?" jj asked john b.
"once again," briar smiled. "i'd follow you anywhere."
"we're gonna steal that shit back," john b nodded.
