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"THAT WAS THE BEST $100 I'VE EVER MADE MAN," JJ exclaimed as he ran toward the Hayward boat, where Santana and Pope were sitting, "When I say count me in on grocery deliveries - Pope, I mean it."
JJ hopped on the boat and caught Santana's dropped face, "que pasa mi reina?"
Santana kept her mouth shut as JJ kissed her forehead, until she glanced over to Pope.
"Bro, you good?" JJ furrowed his brows as Pope started the boat, it wasn't until he leaned over that he saw the dried blood on Pope's forehead.
"Yo, what happened to your face dude?" JJ jumped up, moving right beside Pope as he lifted his hat, "What happened!"
"Rafe and Topper jumped me.... They said no pogues on their side of the island."
"I exhibited great self-control," Santana growled, "I still wish I punched them again."
"Me too," Pope sighed, "I wish I did."
"So what are you gonna do about it?" JJ nodded as a tear rolled down Pope's eye.
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"2020 MALIBU, 24MXC," Pope spoke up, "The worlds finest wakesetter. Number one in quality and performance."
"This is war Pope," JJ paused, "They hit us, we hit them."
He then wrapped a bandana around his face, sliding on some sunglasses as Pope stripped to his shorts.
"Wait," JJ paused as he looked at Santana, "You need something."
"I'm fine-" Santana mumbled before being interrupted by JJ's glasses being slid onto her face
"Incognito," JJ smirked
"But now I can see your eyes," She objected, teasing him, "Maybe this'll work."
"Baby, I cant see," JJ groaned as Santana pulled his bandana up his whole face.
"i still think this is a bad idea," Santana replied as he pulled the bandana back down, "i don't want Pope to get into trouble.. plus theyre rich kids, it's not gonna hurt them."
