꒰ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:·ﾟ
JJ was struggling to keep his hands off Bianca. It wasn't sexual or physical or any kind of public display of affection- but they just couldn't stop touching each other- to the point where Pope complained he was nauseous and threatened to throw up in the back of the Twinkie if they didn't stop.
It was just that JJ had been starved of touch his entire life and Bianca had been depraved of love for so long that they felt unworthy of such feelings. It was the simple things, like JJ's arm over her shoulders or Bianca drawing small patterns into the boy's skin that tugged at the boy's heartstrings, unfamiliar tendrils of warmth thawing the icicles that pierced Bianca's frozen heart.
Bianca lay her head on JJ's shoulder, eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration as she twirled the ring around his finger, "What does this mean?" She asked him, referring to the engravings upon the metal- it looked like a coin, but from another country or continent entirely.
"Dunno," JJ shrugged with a small smirk, glancing down at her, "I stole it," And savouring the teasing scoff that fell from her lips as she rolled her eyes at him.
"So they keep money out here..." Pope trailed off, snapping the two out of their conversation and glancing past the sparse shacks.
"That's what she said," JJ muttered before a small smirk formed on his face, "Hah- that's what she said."
His eyes drifted to Bianca's subconsciously, already anticipating her reaction- to which she giggled at, although Pope didn't mind it so amusing.
"Stop," Pope rolled his eyes at JJ's immaturity.
"I've never heard of Resurrection Drive," Sarah piped up from the passenger seat, beside where John B was driving the Twinkie down the empty road.
"That's 'cause you're rich," JJ scoffed lightly.
"You've never heard of it either," Kiara shot him a pointed look before winking at the blonde girl.
"Thank you," Sarah grinned back.
"There's nothing but weeds back here," Kiara watched the greenery drift by with her arms crossed over her chest, she'd barely seen three cars pass them on the way and a bunch of broken down houses that look like they've never seen the light of day.
"I mean just 'cause it's all weeds, doesn't mean it's like-" JJ shrugged.
Suddenly, piercing sirens interjected the group, all heads swivelling to the back of the van as John B began slowing down.
"Cops?" Kiara scoffed, her eyebrows pulled together, "Out here?"
"What did we do?" Bianca frowned as her heart began to accelerate in her chest.
"Nothing," JJ's voice hardened, "We didn't do anything."
"Then why are we getting pulled over?" Pope's eyes widened.
"Stash that," John B whipped around from the front, directing JJ to hide the gold under the seat, "Did you bring the gun?"
"No," The blond boy mumbled, shoving the gold in his bag roughly, "B told me to leave it back at the Chateau."
"Thank God," Kiara praised.
"No, thank Bianca," The girl chimed in.
"Please, everything else in your bag," Kiara continued, "How much weed do you have on you, bro?"
"Chill, Kie," JJ scoffed, "B's got this-"
Bianca gaped at the boy, slapping his shoulder lightly, "JJ- I can't sweet talk every cop in Kildare."
"Yeah, well-"
Suddenly, a loud click resounded from the driver's seat window and the crew halted, breaths held and bodies frozen as the van stood at a dead calm. From the front of the van, John B was staring down the barrel of a gun, a masked man shoving it into his face threateningly.
"All y'all's hands up in the air, now!" A deep voice yelled, slightly muffled by a black balaclava wrapped around his jaw, "You- get out the car, let's go!" Pushing the gun further towards the Routledge boy.
Bianca's heart was pounding now, a paralysing fear coursing through her veins as John B stepped hesitantly out of the van. The masked man continue to flail the gun around, barking orders to open the door.
"Let them out! What you waitin' on!? Let them out! All y'all get out!"
John B slid the door open slowly, his adam's apple bobbing unsteadily as he glanced around at the group, stopping at Sarah who was whimpering in the corner.
"Go on! Get out the car, let's go! Hurry up!" The gunman came beside the door, shoving John B back to yell into the van, the barrel of the gun aimed at each of their faces.
Pope went first, stepping in front with his hands raised to let the girls follow down the stairs without being in the firing line.
"Come on- get out the car!" The man snarled, "Let's go! Hurry the fuck up!
Bianca's heart beat out of her chest, with widened eyes she turned to the Maybank boy who'd also been glancing at her, jaw clenched. JJ took her wrist gently, manoeuvring between her and the gunman, pushing her behind him.
Bianca removed her wrist from his grasp, instead slipping her hand into his. JJ could feel Bianca's hand trembling so he gave it a soft squeeze as if to remind her that he was right there with her, and he'd keep his promise. He wouldn't let anyone hurt her ever again.
JJ tried to protest, "We're all broke-"
"Shut the hell up!" The gunman screamed back louder, shoving the gun into his face, "Shut up!"
"Alright-" JJ yelled harshly at him, "Just chill out!"
Bianca's chest tightened, breaths shallow as she glanced at the gun pointed directly at JJ's chest. The blond boy stepped backwards as the man continued to press the barrel towards him, screaming at him to get back and shut the hell up.
"I'll blow your damn head off!" He continued, "Lay down in the ditch! Lay down in the ditch- on your goddamn hands and knees! Down! Put your face on the ground! Don't let me see you look up!"
Before Bianca's knees could hit the rocky ground, she felt a harsh grip on her arm, roughly pulling her away from her friends who were all lined up on the ground, "Now, what do we have here?" The man cooed in a sickly sweet voice.
Bianca stifled a whimper as her back hit the van, the gun pointed at her. JJ seethed, beginning to stand up, "Don't fucking touch her-"
But the man whirled back around, his grip still on Bianca, "Don't move-on your fucking hands and knees or I'll blow your goddamn head off!"
JJ's jaw clenched so hard, Bianca was afraid his teeth may snap as he glanced towards the girl. His darkened azure eyes softened slightly when they connected to hers. JJ wanted to reach out of her, but she didn't want to provoke the gunman anymore so only when she gave him a hesitant nod did he reluctantly get back down on the floor.
The gunman turned to Bianca and by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, she could tell that this psycho was smiling beneath the mask, "Now, what the hell is a pretty girl like you doing with these Pogues, B?"
Bianca's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat- not only did he know her name, but he knew her nickname. Suddenly, the greasy, slicked back hair, ripped clothing and bad halitosis all merged together and Bianca felt sick to her stomach. She let out a shaky exhale, "Barry?" She whispered lowly.
His face flickered with fear, eyes widening in acknowledgment, as if he didn't expect her to put two and two together so soon, "I don't think Rafe would be happy to find out his little girlfriend was running around The Cut, do you?" He sneered.
But his taunting didn't work on her anymore- now she knew exactly who he was, he didn't scare her. Bianca straightened, feeling a surge of confidence- she had the upper hand.
"What?" He cooed sarcastically, trailing the tip of the gun over her cheek, "Nothing to say, B? What happened to that mouth of yours?" He pressed the cool metal against her lip.
Behind them, Kiara whispered harshly, "It's a set up, guys," glancing to the group on either side of her.
JJ was even more agitated, "That old bat shanked us," He cursed, fist connecting to the floor abruptly.
Bianca swatted the gun away from her face, "Fuck you," She spat harshly. She glanced over Barry's shoulder, catching John B's worried gaze and sent him a small nod. The brunette's eyes widened slightly in recognition, slowly pushing himself off the floor.
And just like that, they had a plan- as much as she hated Rafe at the moment, his untameable anger came in handy when a drug dealer was pressing a gun to your head. Barry wouldn't hurt Bianca and so, it gave John B enough time to figure out an escape while she became the distraction.
Barry let out a manic chuckle, "There it is," Grinning widely under his mask.
Up until then, Sarah's gaze had been firmly planted on Bianca, feeling utterly helpless for her best friend. Her mind was whirling with thoughts- most of them being plans to distract the gunman while Bianca could get the hell behind them- until movement beside her caught her attention, "Wait- no, no, no, no," She shifted, turning to see John B stand up slowly, "John B- no."
"John B- get down," Kiara pleaded past the lump that hard formed in her throat.
"John B," Pope narrowed his eyes towards him as he began tiptoeing towards the fake cop car, "Don't be a hero, man."
John B quickly shushed them, trailing backwards slowly. He ran into the car, shutting the door softly after him.
"I'm not scared of you, Barry," Bianca glared, antagonising him further.
This just pissed the man off more, getting the reaction out of him that she wanted, "Well, you fucking should be!" He spat, flailing the gun around.
The girl scoffed as if the whole situation were amusing to her, "Your fingers not even on the trigger, babe," She forced a smirk, hiding her visibly shaking hands behind her back.
Barry's eyes darted to the gun and sure enough, his finger finally moved to hover of the trigger, a new determination surging through him. This time, his grip was more firm, lifting his arm in the air and firing a shot towards the sky.
Bianca flinched backwards, the white noise like static in her ears making her feel hazy until she felt the cool metal press against her temple, "Keep running your mouth and the next bullet goes through your fucking head!" He pressed it harder into her, a small whimper leaving her lips and as sadistic as it was, Barry smiled wider.
JJ leapt forward, but Pope held him backwards by his collar, forcing him to stay down. Kiara's mouth hung agape, watching the scene with paralysing fear in her spine.
"Get on your knees!" Barry shouted harshly, his breath fanning over her face, "Now!"
When Bianca didn't move, merely glared at him with a hardened gaze, Sarah began pleading, "B, please," The thought of losing her best friend made her tremble profusely.
Bianca glanced over at the blonde girl, the tears streaming down her cheeks, and reluctantly conceded, slowly getting to her knees. Her glare didn't waver, watching Barry as he stepped backwards towards the van.
It was silent apart from the ruffling coming from within the Twinkie where Bianca assumed that Barry was stealing the gold. Her heart was beating so wildly in her chest to the point where it hurt, her breath hitching in her throat, but she refused to break in front of Barry.
She couldn't meet JJ's eyes either, even though she could feel his gaze boring into her, trying to get her to look at him, but she knew if she did, then she would lose whatever composure she was so desperately trying to cling to.
"Alright- y'all stay just like that unless you want your brains blown out over this road! Don't move your goddamn heads, okay!?" Barry appeared from behind the vehicle.
Kiara's eyes widened as he got into his car where John B was hiding within, hearing grunting echo from the vehicle after he shut the door behind him.
JJ was the first to shoot up, the Pogues and the two Kooks followed after him. The group rushed towards the car, sneakers hitting the gravel heavily, a new found adrenaline coursing through their veins. JJ reached the car, pulling Barry out and punching him square in the face. JJ went to dodge, but Barry threw another punch, landing on the blond boy's jaw as he stumbled backwards.
Bianca stood behind him, feeling rage grow within her and without thinking, her arm swung out in a closed fist connecting with the man's nose. She heard a sickening crack echo around the clearing and prayed that it didn't come from her hand. Her knuckles were throbbing as she held her fist close to her chest, cringing at the pain emanating from it. Bianca tried to think of how JJ went around beating people up whenever the hell he wanted- this shit fucking hurt.
John B hit the man over the back of the head with the gun before letting it fall to the floor while Barry fell to this knees.
"I got the gold!" Pope yelled over to the group as Sarah grunted, hitting the car door over Barry's head. Kiara kicked him in the stomach while he was down and he let out a loud groan.
"Son of a bitch," Sarah cursed loudly.
"I know this piece of shit!" JJ boomed, pulling the bandana off Barry's jaw, "He's a basehead!"
"Probably knows my brother," Sarah huffed, running her hands through her hair and Bianca remained silent.
"He sells coke to my dad," JJ's eyes narrowed as he stepped menacingly towards him, leaning down intimidatingly.
"Listen- I could've hurt any single one of y'all," The man began, "B- you know me- I wouldn't do that to you, man-"
But JJ picked up the discarded gun, shoving it roughly into his gut, "Don't fucking talk to her!"
"JJ!" Kiara tried to stop him when the man began wheezing on the floor, struggling to breathe.
"Chill out, man!" Pope shouted, "Come on- let's get outta here."
"Yo- stop!" John B shoved the blond boy backwards away from Barry who was coughing on the floor.
JJ ran his hands through his blonde hair, inhaling and exhaling to calm himself, but his mind kept replaying the image of the gun pressed against Bianca's head and his eyes hardened. Nothing was working- he still felt rage coursing through his veins, his hands never unclenching from the fists beside him. Fuck this, JJ was going to kill him.
JJ shoved past his best friend, digging his hand into the gunman's pocket and pulled out his licence from his wallet, "His name's-"
"Barry," Bianca interjected softly, scowling at the man on the floor.
JJ glanced at the girl, "We got one last stop," he muttered lowly, voice gruff as he shoved John B away from him and headed back towards the van. The group looked at each other wearily as JJ stormed off towards the Twinkie, "Let's go see where this son of a bitch lives."
Bianca didn't let on that she already knew where Barry lived while John B grabbed the keys from the ignition within the car. Barry let out a disgruntled protest when he threw they keys into the dense clearing of trees before following after JJ.
"I'm gonna remember this shit!" Barry screamed as they headed back to the van, "You can't hide from me! I know exactly who y'all are! I'm gonna see you- you hear me!?"
author's note. hi losers updates are back to normal hehe p.s i don't remember if i edited this lol sorry