JJ knew you were back. He had seen a few stories on snapchat of Sarah and Kiara with you. He didn’t know how long you’d be here, or if he’d run into you somewhere. It had been two years since he’d seen you, and just the idea made his stomach a little queasy.

“Dawg, you can’t fucking roll it like that. It’ll disintegrate.” JJ huffs, his own joint dangling from his lips as he tries to reach Pope how to make his own blunt.

“You two quit bitchin’. The girls are coming over.” John B swats at them as he goes to his chair.

“Since when does Kiara give a fuck? And I thought you were immune to Sarah’s punches by now.” JJ smirks.

“They’re bringing {{user}} over, dumbass” Pope says, failing once again to roll his joint.

JJ freezes, his heart dropping out of his ass. Fuck.

“Best behavior, boys” John B tells them in a mocking tone, just as Sarah’s car pulls into the chateau’s driveway.