It's intense being in love and being a teenager.
At least that's what both Katherine 'Kit' Hoffman and JJ Maybank thought as they struggle to hide their relationship from their close friends. After all, the number one rule of being a Pogue was 'no...
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After the whole fiasco at Barry's house, along with JJ leaving the group, John B drove The Twinkie to The Wreck for everyone to collect their thoughts. John B and Sarah sit at a table together while Kit and Kiara sit together at different table.
"Look, he'll come around, all right? It's..." John B sighs, leaning back in his chair. "He's doing a JJ thing." "You think he'll go home?" Kiara asks. Pope, who stands by the window, leaning his arm against it, shakes his head. "There's about a zero percent chance that JJ goes home." John B glances over at Kit who had been silent the entire time they've been at The Wreck. He watches as she fiddles with a straw wrapper. "Hey," John B begins, leaning forward toward Kit. "You, okay?"
Kit fiddles with the straw wrapper, and nods. "Yeah. I'm fine." John B studies her face. "You sure?" "I said I'm fine," Kit snaps. John B sits back in his chair. Kit looks over at John B and sighs. "I'm sorry." John B shakes his head, leaning forward, he places a hand on top of Kit's hands. "Kit, you have nothing to apologize for." Kit huffs. "I just snapped at you and-" "I understand why you did and I'm telling you, don't apologize for it. He'll come around, Kit. I promise." Kit gives John B a sad smile as he gently squeezes her hand in comfort before letting go and sits back in his chair.
John B then glances over at Sarah. "You, okay?" "Yeah," Sarah speaks, nodding her head. "Are you?" John B shrugs. "I mean, I'm in one piece, so..."
Pope taps the window, pushing himself off it. "Okay. It's too dangerous to pawn this thing off piecemeal. So, our best bet is to go down there and get the rest of it. Bring it all up at once. Put it in-in a safe or a vault or something. I-I don't know. Just until we can find someone who won't rip us off. I can go figure it out tonight, get it done, and we can be out there as early as tomorrow morning." John B nods, tapping his knuckles onto the table. "All right, let's do it." Pope nods. "Easy."
