![]() From the thoughts of how angry her parents must have been at her, to how there was absolutely a bunk bed on the mainland with her name on it. JJ was still the perfect distraction for her. She’d left out the part about Rafe Cameron calling something decidedly ungentlemanly after her in the entryway, because she didn’t want JJ actually getting into a fight. Three draws of the blunt in, and she was ranting about how Rebecca had put gum in her seat at school, how Scarlet had just asked her if it was true, did she really catch Chlamydia from the pogues? How the kooks sniggered when she gave her presentation on the abomination that was single use plastic. “Shit list wise,” he’d continued, pointedly ignoring her strangled sniffle. Aiming for casual, even though she could see the muscle popping in his jaw. “Do we need to beat someone’s ass?” he’d asked, when he’d realized what was going on. Offered her a blunt that she scowled at, but then reluctantly took between her fingers. JJ had slid shoulder to shoulder with her on the pullout. Would have wanted her to talk to someone, or hold her hand like she was a toddler. There’d been no hiding the tearstains on her cheeks, the emptiness on her face. It was also potentially even more dangerous.īefore she’d ditched the pogues for Sarah, when things were nearing rock bottom for her, JJ had found her one day, arms wrapped around her knees in the otherwise empty Chateau. It was a less all encompassing feeling than the temporary loss of John B and Sarah, like water creeping into her lungs rather than a whole wave crashing down on her. Sometimes, she found herself staring off into space, faced vaguely at the ocean much like she’d done with her bedroom wall during her freshman year at the kook academy. The truth was, Kiara came with JJ because he was the best at getting her mind off of what a shit show her life was at the moment. She gave him an ‘I showed you’ smile, ignoring the throbbing in her thumb. She whooped, lifting both halves into the air, and JJ’s grip on his coconut went slack. The dark thoughts were chased away when her coconut fell apart, cleanly enough to be impressive. Kiara swallowed down the lump in her throat at the thought of her dad. She’d never done this on a rock, but she’d seen her dad do it several times with tools. She nudged him aside with her elbow, feeling around for the ridge on one of her coconuts. She tossed a look at the sky, seeing that the sun had traveled significantly since they’d set out. JJ had the coconut tipped back, trying and failing to get any of the remaining moisture out of it. The ocean thanks you for not having that,” Kiara said. “See, the problem is I don’t have one of those fruity ass little straws on this island. The juices from inside had splattered all over his shirt, and he shook his head through Kiara’s laughter. Two more slams and a few jabs with his knife later, JJ had pried a jagged chunk out of the coconut. Kiara let out a snort, and he argued, “No, I was just warming up! That for real doesn’t count.” The coconut slammed down on the rock, solid as ever. He shuffled his feet like he was lining up for a winning shot, shooting a little glance at Kiara. #OUTBANK WINDOWS FULL#If her arms weren’t mostly full of coconuts, she would have crossed them. Kiara rocked back on her heels, grinning a little more softly around the edges than she would have liked to. ![]() “A clean line,” he repeated, holding the hand with one coconut out to signal her to stop talking. He tried to shove a lock of blonde out of his eye with his elbow, failing miserably. JJ looked up at her from where he was balancing one coconut on a rock, the others piled in his opposite arm. It was fair enough, because JJ had a habit of climbing fruit trees like a lemur, no hesitation, and he also had a newfound tendency for tumbling from high areas. ![]() She had practically leapt off the sand when he announced he was going, which she explained away by declaring she didn’t want him to fall and break his neck with no one out there to babysit him. ![]()
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