When we get to Chapel Hill a guy finds us on the boat where we were not supposed to be. He shouts as he chases after John B and I.
"Okay, go, go, go, go!" I shout.
John B grabs my hand and helps me up onto the dock. "Come on."
We race down the pier as I yell at people in our way, "Excuse me!"
"Comin' in hot!" John B yells.
"Sorry!" I shout.
John B and I stop running once we get to the end of the pier. I can't help but laugh.
"Here's your shoe," John B says as he hands it over.
I smile. "Thanks." I look down at my clothes. "Oh, my God. We're disgusting."
John B looks at me confused. "What?"
"We will not get into the archives looking like this," I tell him.
"Why not?" John B questions.
"I promise you, they will not let us in looking like we crawled out of a swamp," I reason.
"Okay, fine," John B agrees.
John B and I walk through town. I stop in front of a nice clothing store. "What about this store? Let's go shopping here."
"Absolutely not," John B states and tries to walk away.
I grab his arm. "Whoa, JB. I think we've arrived." I walk in the store and John B follows after me.
"Maisie, you of all people should understand. This is like an organ with the wrong blood type. It doesn't work," John B tells me.
"You are the single most dramatic person I've ever met," I state.
John B sighs. "No, I'm not."
I feel a shirt on a table. "What about cashmere?"
John B grabs the shirt. "Oh, my God. Have you seen this shirt? It's $190!"
I grin. "Yeah, don't worry. I'll sugar mama you."
"Sugar mama?" John B asks.
"What about some glasses? Little Clark Kent action." I place heavy dark rimmed glasses on John B's face.
"MC, you don't understand. I don't want anything from here," John B tells me.
The clerk walks over to us. "Can I help?"
I smile. "Yes. Yes, you may, Mr..."
"Mr. Ike," the man tells me.
We shake hands. "Ike? Maisie." I put my hand on John B's arm. "Jonathan."
"John," he counters.
"My friend Jonathan here needs all the help he can get," I state.
Ike looks John B up and down. "I can see that."
I sit in a chair and watch as John B tries on a dress shirt with a bow tie. "Aww! You look like you're ready for the middle school dance."
He stands in front of the mirror. "I look like I got kicked out of the barbershop quartet."
"Mr. Ike, what about seersucker?" I ask.
John B shakes his head. "I'm not wearing seersucker."
"Excellent choice," Ike tells me.
"And maybe a pink button-down, some bucks?" I add.
"Bucks? What's a buck?" John B asks.
"I'll get a pair," Ike tells me.
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smooth seas//john b
FanfictionMaisie Clara Cameron is the biological daughter of Rose Cameron and the adopted daughter of Ward Cameron. Maisie lives with one foot in the glamorous world of the Kooks and the other in the world of the down and out Pogues. At sixteen all she wants...