𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 • 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

"we wish you luck, friend." sarah nodded.

"yeah, well thank god the carrera's aren't home or my ass would be six feet under as well." kiara agreed.

"let's pray they don't walk in on me in your shower."

"mhm." sarah pointed.

"alrighty. see y'all."

"bye."

pope then smiled at kie and she smiled back.

dove raised her eyebrows and looked to sarah who smirked.

the girls then went on their way to kiara's house.

the three went into the bathroom and dove got into the shower.

"kie, what's happening with you and pope?" dove asked as she put some conditioner in her hair. "god i love rich people conditioner."

sarah giggled.

"i don't know. i mean...he's pope, but also he's pope." kiara replied.

"what does that even mean?" dove furrowed her eyebrows.

"i don't know." kie smiled.

"is she smiling?" dove asked.

"she's smiling." sarah confirmed.

dove laughed and rinsed out her hair.

she looked down and saw the men's bar soap.

it was the same bar soap that john b used to use.

suddenly, it got quiet.

"dove? you good in there." kie asked.

she didn't reply.

"dovie?" sarah called.

she stared at the soap and tears started running down her cheeks.

"i need a sec. just by myself." she breathed.

"okay. we'll be outside the door."

"okay."

there were footsteps and then the door closed.

she picked up the soap and smelled it.

john b's smell.

she began scrubbing and scrubbing and stubbing her body with it.

her arms were soapy and bubbly as she scrubbed.

she scrubbed and scrubbed every inch of her body.

"why. why, bird, why." she sobbed.

she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a choked sigh.

"hmmmm."

she shook her head and dropped the soap.

she heard ringing in her ears and covered them with her hands.