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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬.. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐰, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞.. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚... 𝐰-𝐰𝐡𝐲'𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩..?" 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥.

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠.." 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧.

"..𝐑-𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨-"

"𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫?" 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭.

"𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐲.." 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.

"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.. 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐲.." 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝-𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲-𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

ఌ︎❦︎☾︎...☽︎❦︎ఌ︎

"𝐅𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐜~" 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭.. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲~" 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 to 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

"𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤.. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭," 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ��𝐞𝐥𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

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The Bonfire

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MASTERLIST Season Two

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Outer Banks; the concept, characters, plot, etc

DAY NINETEEN

Sarah spent the night at Tannyhill, deciding it was best to stay and grieve with her sister and Rose.

Rafe was let out of prison, on account of Ward taking the fall for everything Rafe did, and although Ward was gone, it still felt like there wasn’t quite enough justice.

Because he took the coward’s way out.

(Suicide is not the coward’s way out. In the case of Ward Cameron though, it was.)

Nobody really spoke much the rest of the day.

They all went back to the Chateau, and retreated to their own little corners of the house.

John B shut himself away in his room, Pope decided to fish, and Kie laid on a hammock.

JJ and Andy sat in silence in the guest room. Eventually, they all just went to bed.

The next morning, spirits seemed to be lifted. Granted, nobody was upset that Ward had died, they more felt sorry for Sarah.

JJ was fishing off the dock, Pope and John B laid out on the Pogue, Kie sat beside Andy on the dock.

The group was waiting for Sarah to show up. “I mean, he deserved it, right?” JJ asked, casting his line out.

“Are you joking?” Kie scoffed. “Of course he deserved it.”

“Never seen anyone blow themselves up before.” Pope sighed.

“Kinda hope I never have to see it again.” Andy nodded, swinging her legs back and forth.

“Cross it off the bucket-list.” JJ said from behind them.

“JJ!” Andy scolded him.

“But it sucks for Sarah…” He said, trying to erase his previous statement.

Kie got up, shuffling over to sit beside the boat, where John B was laying. “Are you okay?”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

To the rest of them, that was John B’s way of saying he wanted to be alone. So they all got up, JJ pulling up his fishing line, and retreated back to the Chateau, where a mid-afternoon nap was awaiting.

Pope, pulled his backpack out of (seemingly) thin air, and started working on homework. Kie and Andy laid down on the couches in the sunroom, and JJ disappeared somewhere inside.

When Andy awoke, it was dark. Kie was no longer on the couch, and it was quiet.

On her phone, there was two texts from JJ.

Went home to grab some clothes. be back later :)

don’t miss me too much

She nodded to herself, sending a thumbs-up.

Through the open kitchen window she could hear one of the showers, which meant somebody was in one.

Andy got up, walking outside. Nobody was in the hammocks, or in the hot-tub. The twinkle lights weren’t even on.

But she could see a figure, down by the boat, presumably John B, as that was where he was all day.

She walked across the yard, and down the dock, and sure enough John B was still laid out on the Pogue, but now with Pope beside him.

The two were on their backs, staring at the night sky.

“Got room for another?” Andy said, announcing her presence. John B turned his head, nodding.

Pope patted the space beside him, and she climbed onboard, laying down.

The three of them laid in silence, listening to the sounds of the frogs and crawdads around them. “I don’t get it.” John B said quietly. “I don’t.”

“Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.” Pope sighed.

“What happened…?” Andy asked, needing to be caught-up.

“Sarah decided we needed to take a break.” John B replied, not taking his eyes off the sky.

“Oh.” Andy said. “Well, I mean, things did move pretty fast with you guys. And her dad just died… I think she just might need some time alone?”

John B nodded, not wanting to admit that Andy might be right. “So, you and Kie? What’s going on? Tell me everything.” John B nudged Pope with his knee.

Pope sighed. “Well, she just wants to be friends.”

Andy winced. Kie hadn’t updated her on the latest happenings of her and Pope. And that was a big miss.

“Death blow.” John B shook his head.

“I didn’t even see it coming.” Pope replied.

“I’m sorry man.” John B patted Pope’s shoulder. “And how ‘bout you, D? Never thought you and JJ would be the only ones with a stable relationship.“

“Ugh-“ Andy groaned, sitting upright. “Semi-stable. We’ve only tried breaking up like six times in the past four days.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still together-“ John B was cut off by a can of beer flying past his head and into the water.

“Hot potato, hot potato!” JJ cheered, throwing another at John B as he sat up. “That was my bad, terrible aim- And one for you!” He threw one to Pope, who also sat up.

“You want?” Pope asked, offering his beer to Andy.

What the hell? Andy shrugged, taking it from his hands.

“Ah, here Pope.” JJ threw another to him. “So what’re you guys doing down here? Having a good cry?”

Pope looked at John B, who looked at Andy. “Cry?” Pope asked, playing it cool.

“Cry? What are you talking about-“ John B scoffed.

“We don’t cry.” Andy shook her head, cracking her beer open.

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” Kie said, taking a hit of a joint.

“You think she’ll come around?” John B replied, toying with the beer in his hand.

“Yeah.” Kie nodded. “She’s one of us.”

John B’s face turned up in a smile. “Hm…” He nodded. “Sarah’s a Pogue.”

He kept nodding, thinking to himself. “She’ll come around. She’ll come back to me, right.”

“Right, John B… Back to earth now bud.” Andy snapped her fingers a few times.

“I was just thinking. I’m gonna do a backflip.” John B nodded, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Oh, so you’re a like a gymnast now?” Andy asked, taking a sip of her beer. “You’re lying.”

“You won’t!” JJ laughed.

“Oh, I won’t do it?” John B challenged him.

“No, no you won’t!”

“Hold my beer, that you already dropped!” Before Pope could react, John B threw his beer at him and backflipped off the boat, proving them all wrong.

“No shit!” Andy laughed, taking another sip of her drink. “I’m going next!”

She set her beer down, kicking off her boots and quickly undressing.

“Oh, so now you’re going next, what’re you gonna do?” JJ chuckled, trying not to make it seem obvious he was watching her undress.

“I dunno. Something really cool.” She pushed past Pope, standing at the tip of the boat.

John B swam away, waving his arms to her. “Show us what you got!”

Andy laughed, settling for a double backflip, just to show John B that he was inferior to her (at least, in the world of gymnastics).

She hit the water, her body going cold. “Holy shit, it’s cold!” She squealed, reaching the surface.

Pope, Kie and JJ were cheering. “A double backflip?” Pope laughed.

“She sure showed your ass!” JJ clapped his hands. “That’s my girl!”

Andy turned to John B, grinning at him. “I showed your ass.”

He shook his head, splashing water at her. “Don’t splash me!” She laughed, splashing him back.

The two swam for a few more minutes, the others sitting on the dock. And when it got too cold, they used the ladder on Pogue to climb out.

Andy left her clothes on the boat, sprinting past her friends and to the house, where it was significantly warmer.

She and John B hadn’t planned that very well; no towels. She wasn’t even in a bathing suit, just her bra and underwear.

The seasons were changing, and it was certainly not warm enough for night swims anymore.

Andy ran through the house, and into the guest bathroom, where she quickly stripped out of her wet clothes and jumped in the shower, the warm water running over her body.

When she finished her shower, she was shocked to find her clothes missing from the bed, where she had laid them out earlier in the day.

Wrapped in her towel, she padded out into the hallway, hearing her friends raucous from the living room. “Which one of you assholes took the clothes?”

All four of them turned to her, smiles on their faces. “I’m not hanging out in my towel all night, so somebody either gives me the clothes or I lock myself in my room.”

John B stood up, two beers in his hand, and walked over to her. “A shot-gun for your clothes.”

“It’s an even exchange!” JJ grinned.

“I am literally naked! And you want me to shot-gun a beer?” Andy scoffed, swatting at John B.

He waved the beer in front of her. “I know where your clothes are…” He teased.

Begrudgingly, Andy tightened her towel around her chest, snatching the beer from his hands. “You’re ass is getting beat when I get dressed, understand?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Pope, count ‘em down.” JJ nodded, watching them.

“Three, two, one!” Pope nodded.

Andy cracked open her drink, John B had already poked holes in them. She held one hand under her chin, to catch the falling liquid, and the other on the can, as she swallowed as fast as she could.

This time, she finished significantly sooner than John B did, crushing the can and throwing it at him.

“Ha! Give me my fuckin’ clothes you little bitch!” She laughed as he sputtered the last of his beer, both cans falling to the floor. “I never lose!”

Kie got up from where she was sitting, handing Andy her clothes. “And to correct you, that’s actually my shirt.” JJ nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh well you weren’t around when I picked it out, so… Snooze you loose.” She shrugged, turning and walking back to the bedroom.

She smiled to herself as changed into her sleep clothes, one of JJ’s shirts and some sweatpants.

Tonight was feeling like normal. Like how it was before Sarah, and before the gold. It felt good.

When she joined her friends back in the living room, Kie had a beer waiting for her, and a spot next to JJ on the couch.

The Pogues drank themselves to sleep that night. Playing stupid card games and building a tower of beer cans, reinforced with random duct tape.

Andy had never felt happier.

DAY TWENTY

Andy was awoken the next day by Pope, poking her in the cheek with a pair of his sunglasses. “Up. School. Thirty minutes.”

Andy groaned, covering her face with her arms. “Why?”

Pope tugged on her leg. “Um, because you’ve skipped two full weeks in a row now. You need to come back.”

Andy groaned again. “But it’s a Friday. Who the fuck goes back after skipping for two weeks, on a Friday?”

“You do.” Pope pulled her off the couch and fully onto the floor. “Now get dressed.”

Andy leaned her head against the couch, glaring at Pope. She begrudgingly got up, shuffling sleepily to the guest room, where she managed to find a clean-enough outfit for school, brushing her teeth, and then rejoining Pope and Kie in the kitchen. “

What are they doing?” She asked, pointing at JJ and John B, who were both still asleep on the pullout.

“They’re coming with.” Pope nodded, grabbing the tower of cans and walking over to the bed. He smacked John B in the face with it.

“Hey!” He hit him again. “We gotta go to school man. We have a geometry test first period.”

“Is John B even registered for school?” Andy asked Kie, leaning against the kitchen counter. “He was dead like a week ago-“

Pope turned to JJ, smacking his face lightly with his hands. “Get up, JJ!”

The kid didn’t move. Pope turned to Andy now. “Is he alive?”

“How should I know?” She sighed, walking over to him.

John B sat up, pulling on a random sweatshirt.

Andy shoved Pope aside, climbing on top of JJ, sitting on his lap. “Yo! Wake up man, Pope’s making us go to school!”

JJ’s eyes barely opened, just enough to see that Andy was sitting on him. “What a view-“ He smiled, but Pope interrupted him, throwing JJ’s boots at them.

“JJ, shoes, now. Let’s go!”

Andy rolled her eyes, rolling off of JJ. She met John B in the kitchen, tossing her backpack at him. “Carry that, would ya?”

“What are you doing today?” He asked Kie, almost fumbling the bag in his arms.

“Um, I’ll meet up with you guys later.” She shrugged, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“This way, out the door!” Pope ushered them towards the door, grabbing the keys to the Twinkie on the way out.

“I’m starving, I need some pizza-“ JJ mumbled, still half asleep.

“Nope, you missed breakfast.” Pope dragged him by the shoulder of his shirt outside.

John B was already laid out on the bench in the Twinkie, Andy’s bag discarded on the floor. She curled up beside her bag, using it as a pillow.

Pope shoved JJ inside, he flopped himself onto the seat next to her, immediately going back to sleep.

Pope started the van, driving them to school.

“He’s totally gonna sleep through ya’ll’s test, just so you know.” Andy mumbled, closing her eyes and trying to get a few more minutes of sleep before they got to school.

They reached the school just as the homeroom bell rang, they could hear it from the parking lot.

Pope dragged JJ to his feet, and John B actually carried Andy to the front doors, dumping her onto her feet at the top of the steps.

Pope made them walk JJ and John B to their homeroom, to make sure they actually made it there, and then the two of them went to their’s.

“Miss Kane, nice to finally see you again. Hope everything’s alright.” Their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Wagner said, as she took attendance.

“Yup, very nice to be back.” Andy yawned, barely staying awake to make it through homeroom.

“Yo, are you gonna be okay til third?” Pope asked, nudging her with his shoulder.

“Yes, yes, Pope I’ll be fine.” She nodded, trying to wake herself up.

“How much did you have to drink last night?” He rolled his eyes, scribbling something down in his notebook.

“Apparently, more than you.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Pope shook his head. “Well get your shit together because you’ve got a full day ahead of you-“ He was cut off by the first period bell ringing.

"See you in Sunn’s.”

Andy nodded, grabbing her bag and standing up. “Yeah, you enjoy your quiz bub.” She exited the room, turning the opposite way of Pope and heading to the art room.

Mr. Braddock wasn’t fazed by Andy’s sudden appearance, he simply told her the latest project they were working on and let her to it.

Second period English, they simply had a free reading period, and Andy took that as code for “free nap period”, so she slept, and then she was off to third period with the boys.

The three of them greeted her outside the door of her English class, JJ practically latching onto her as they walked down the hallway.

“Did you know the bonfire was tonight?” JJ asked, head leaning on her shoulder.

Andy shook her head. “Uh no, how would I know that?”

“Well John B got a special invitation to the bonfire.” JJ nodded towards John B. “Yvonne Gordon gave him a cute little note.”

“Yvonne Gordon?” Andy snickered. “Nobody even knows about you and Sarah yet, why would she give you a note like that?”

“Beats the shit outta me.” John B shrugged.

“Well regardless of the circumstances, that’s a solid invitation, so we’re going.” JJ said.

“As if we need an actual invite to attend?” Andy shook her head as they walked up the steps towards Mr. Sunn’s room.

Coincidentally, he was waiting outside the door.

"Ah, Mr. Heyward, Mr. Routledge, Mr. Maybank, Ms. Kane, just the kids I wanted to see.” He stopped John B by his shoulders, smiling sarcastically.

“Wish I could say the same-“ JJ groaned.

“Ha-ha.” Mr. Sunn rolled his eyes. “I have a question of the historical nature for you guys.”

Mr. Sunn lead them past his classroom and into his adjoining office. “I digitize documents for the Maritime Museum- please JJ, don’t look so bored.” He nodded to JJ, who was staring at the ceiling.

“Anyway… In return, I’ve been given access to the archives. And I found this.” Mr. Sunn dug through a shelf in his closet, pulling out a box.

“A box.” John B said.

“More than a box.” Mr. Sunn grinned, sitting it on the desk in front of them. He opened it, revealing something, very old, in a plastic bag. “Go ahead Mr. Heyward, just be careful with that.”

Pope picked up the bag, opening it and pulling the item out.

“It’s a diary?” Andy asked as Pope held the notebook.

“The author’s unknown.” Mr. Sunn replied.

Pope opened the diary, and on the first page was a drawing of wheat, the same as the symbol on the gold, and the letter he received from Limbrey. “No shit.” Andy whispered.

“This is a sample of a letter from Denmark Tanny.” Mr. Sunn placed a piece of paper on the desk beside the box. “Compare the handwriting.”

Andy leaned over JJ’s arm, looking at the loose paper and the notebook entries. The handwriting was identical.

“It’s Denmark Tanny’s diary.” Pope said, running his fingers over the pages. He turned the page, opening it to a little drawing. “It’s Captain Limbrey.”

Pope sat down at the chair behind him, he began to read from the book. “August sixth, 1829-“

“That’s the year the Royal Merchant went down.” John B said.

“Thought ya’ll might find this interesting.” Mr. Sunn smiled, content with his explorations and discoveries.

“Thank you so much for this.” Pope answered, still reading. Andy could tell he was already getting attached to the diary.

Mr. Sunn nodded. “It’s important to know your own history.” And with that statement, he left the office, leaving them to examine the journal for themselves.

“Oh my god-“ Pope all but gasped at something he was reading. “It’s the Cross of Santo Domingo.”

Andy rushed to look at the book, peering over his shoulder. JJ and John B flanked to either side of them, also looking at the little drawing. “It was on the Royal Merchant.”

Well, there was another piece of the new puzzle. Why was the Cross of Santo Domingo so important? Duh, it was on the Royal Merchant.

After a few more minutes of reading, the quartet joined the class next door, and not without getting a few strange looks.

They trudged through the rest of the school day. Andy went through fourth and fifth period alone, rejoicing when lunch came, so she could join the boys in examining every little detail in Tanny’s journal.

Sixth, and seventh period were less of an annoyance, as she shared them both with Pope, and eighth (P.E with all the boys) period came and went, and this time John B drove them home.

“Oh my god, going to school is exhausting.” Andy groaned, flopping onto the couch in the sun room of the Chateau.

“Agreed.” JJ sighed, sitting down on top of her legs.

She managed to wiggle them out from under him, propping them on his lap as Pope read aloud from Tanny’s journal.

“August fifteenth: set sail from Port-au-Prince on calm seas. Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose, on fire. The entire deck was aflame. And we could hear the screams from the men trapped below. The Spanish captain cared only about one thing, his valuable cargo - the Cross of Santo Domingo and countless bars of gold.

Once the cargo was onboard, we went to help the crew, but Captain Limbrey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew onboard. He robbed them and left them to die.”

“What a piece of shit.” Andy mumbled, her face smushed against a pillow.

JJ flicked his lighter open and shut. “So it didn’t go down off Bermuda?”

Pope handed John B the letter. “And it was a Limbrey stealing shit again.” Kie sighed.

“This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were both on the Royal Merchant.” Pope replied.

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked. “I mean, if Denmark was able to get the bedazzled cross off the Merchant and to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big?” John B shrugged.

“Think about it.” Andy rolled over onto her back.

“Hypothetically, if you were gonna hide a million dollars, and a brand-new Baja- Hypothetically, would you put the cash and the boat all in one storage unit, or would you put them in two different units, at two different buildings, so if you get robbed of one, you’d still have the other? Logic, J.”

Pope looked at her with amazement, the actual logic of her statement, settling in his brain. “You’re right.” He nodded. “He had to hide it somewhere else.”

“Yeah, but where?” Kie asked.

“Right before he was hung, Denmark said he buried the treasure at the foot of the angel.”

“I thought this was about a key?” JJ questioned.

Kie brushed him off. “Right, so what’s the connection?”

“”The path to the tomb, begins in the island room.”” Pope recited.

“But what is the island room?” Kie asked again, growing agitated.

JJ rolled off the couch. “You know what helps me figure shit out?”

“Many o’ things-“ Andy nodded.

“Smoking beers and drinking weed. The ideas just pour out of me.”

“I hope they’re not as good as “smoking beers and drinking weed.”” Andy laughed, swatting at his legs with a pillow.

He ignored her, yanking the pillow from her hands. “If we just sit here and try to figure this shit out, we’re not gonna get anywhere. But, if we get creative, and go to this bonfire tonight, maybe we’ll figure it out.”

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents, so I’m an official member of the nothing-to-lose club.” Kie shrugged.

“I’ll do anything to not have to go home to my dad.” Andy also shrugged.

“Pope?” JJ asked.

Pope shrugged. “But we’re so close.”

JJ played with the tower of cans. “Look-“ He set it down. “Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest?”

Pope looked around the room, at John B, then Kie, and Andy, as they all smiled at him, silently begging him to join in on their revelry.

It didn’t take much convincing. “Okay, fine.”

“Ha!” Andy cheered, jumping up from the couch.

“We gotta get goin’ boys!” JJ yelled.

“And shotgun before we go!” Kie agreed, the group standing up and going inside to change into warmer clothes for the impending evening.

Andy dug through the closet of the guest room, searching for one of her jackets. “Yo, Kie wants to do a group shotgun before we go- What’s up, whatcha lookin’ for?” JJ flopped down on the bed.

Andy sighed, turning back around. “I thought I left one of my jackets here at the end of spring but I apparently didn’t. I really don’t wanna stop at home to grab one either-“

“Oh, you can just wear mine.” JJ rolled off the bed, shrugging his jacket off and holding it out to her.

Andy narrowed her eyes at him, her lips turning up into a smile. “JJ Maybank, did you just offer me your jacket?”

JJ rolled his eyes, shoving it at her. “I did it for you when you got dress-coded in school too, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Andy smiled, shrugging the corduroy jacket over her. It was pretty oversized, the sleeves going a few inches past her finger tips, and the ends of it hanging well over her thighs.

“It’s just nice, s’all.” She shrugged, rolling up one of the sleeves.

JJ stepped forward, rolling up the other one. “Yeah?” He nodded, proud of himself.

“Looks pretty cute on you. Like when a toddler wears one of their dad’s t-shirts-“

“Oh my god.” Andy groaned, shaking her head.

“But it’s nice.” JJ nudged her knee with his. “I like people knowing you’re with me. You wear my clothes, it’s like a thing.” He shrugged.

“So this is you laying your claim on me?” She questioned, jokingly.

“Not like that!” JJ groaned, swatting at her arm. “Just be serious, for like one minute?”

Andy nodded, her smile still remaining on her face. “Yes, sorry, I’ll be serious.”

“This wasn’t part of a whole big plan or anything, but… you wearing my jacket to the bonfire tonight?” Andy nodded, encouraging JJ to continue, she could tell he was getting nervous about something.

“I figured this could be our “official” first party as a couple? Ya know, since we never even really officiated anything, and not everybody knows…”

Andy couldn’t help but smile, her cheeks heating up. JJ wanted to go to the bonfire as an “official” couple. “We’re in it now.” She shrugged, leaning into him.

She could feel his body relax; obviously he had been anxious about actually asking Andy to be his official girlfriend, considering the fact that he never really did.

“Hot damn!” JJ cheered, wrapping his arms around her body and squeezing her tight. “Can’t get rid of me now.”

Andy rolled her eyes. “Wasn’t planning on it slick-“

“Hey guys, you ready yet, we gotta drink before we go!” Kie practically ran down the hall to them.

“Oh-“ She grinned, stopping in the doorway. “Hm… Sorry to break this up, but we’ve been waiting like ten minutes for ya’ll.”

“Wipe that grin off your face or I’ll smack it off.” Andy said, jokingly, JJ letting go of her.

Kie slung her arm around Andy’s shoulder as they walked down the hallway. “What’d I interrupt?” She whispered, so JJ couldn’t hear them.

Andy shrugged. “Just JJ finally asking me to be his girlfriend.”

“No shit!” Kie smiled. “So ya’ll are street-official now.”

“Better than never putting a label on it.” Andy replied, letting go of Kie as they entered the living room, a beer for each of them waiting on the coffee table.

“About time!” John B groaned, jumping up from the couch. “Let’s go, everybody up, get a drink.” He was referring to Pope, who sat patiently on the couch beside him.

Each of them grabbed a beer, passing around John B’s house key to pierce the bottoms of their cans. “Lord of Tannyhill, would you do the honors?” JJ asked, bowing down to Pope.

Pope shook his head. “‘Kay. Three, two, one-“ He never really finished because they all began to drink.

Andy could barely contain her excitement as she gulped down the liquid. Everybody was home, and it was Bonfire night.

She was gonna go with her friends, and her boyfriend (!), probably get drunk, and then do absolutely nothing tomorrow. The good life was back.

She and Pope finished at the same time, high-fiving when they realized they were the first ones done.

John B and JJ were next, only finishing a split-second apart, and Kie was last. She usually was.

“Ya know how terribly irresponsible it is for you to drive now?” Pope asked, as they all walked out to the Twinkie.

“It’d be terribly irresponsible for any of us to drive right now bro.” JJ said, only slightly mocking Pope.

John B climbed into the van, JJ sitting shotgun, and the rest of them in the back. “Pope, relax, it’s only one beer. Anyway, I’ve driven with more than that in my system before.”

“You’re a nightmare.” Pope groaned, leaning back in his seat.

John B blasted music the entire ride to the pit, him and JJ jamming out in the front.

Andy and Kie messed around, playing footsie and playing hand-football with a little piece of paper they found in the back.

“Alrighty ya’ll, ready to return to the land of the living?” John B asked, parking the van.

“Ready as we’ll ever be.” Kie sighed, rolling onto her feet. Andy followed her, then Pope.

JJ stood beside the van, stretching his arms out, preparing for a night of his favorite sport: partying. Andy tucked herself under his arm, and John B walked around to join them, slinging his arm around JJ’s shoulders.

“The terrible trio, back in action-“ He grinned as they entered the party. Somebody immediately handed him a solo cup. “Oh my god, I missed you so much.”

John B took a sip, handing it to JJ, who also took a sip, and then handed it to Andy. “What is it, cause if it’s nasty, I’m not drinking it.”

JJ frowned, practically shoving the cup at her. “It tastes like it’s straight fireball, just finish it.”

Andy rolled her eyes, taking a small sip from the cup. He was right, it was literally straight cinnamon whiskey.

“Damn amateurs.” She downed the rest of the drink in one sip.

The trio continued their way through the party, dodging Kooks and Pogues alike, until they made it to where the coolers were.

“A-ha!” JJ let go of John B and Andy, ducking down to pull two beers from one of the coolers.

“You-“ He pointed to John B. “Forget about Sarah for the night. I understand you’re upset and shit, but her father blew up right in front of her. So just give her a minute, alright? And in the meantime, you and me, shotgun right now.” He handed John B one of the beers.

Andy raised her eyebrows, tapping on the empty cup in her hands. “I say go for it-“

“Hey derelicts!” Someone shouted, scaring the shit out of all three of them.

They turned, seeing Yvonne sitting up on part of the stone wall just behind them.

“Hey, there she is.” JJ sighed, looking back at John B. “That’s all you. We’re outta here. Goodnight-” JJ snatched the cup out of Andy’s hand and they dipped.

“Let’s go get this shit filled up, right?” JJ pulled her through the crowd, towards the opposite end of where they just were, looking to find the Kook coolers that were stocked with hard liquor.

“World’s worst employee, is that you?” Andy heard someone say. She turned around, seeing Matty pushing through the crowd to reach them.

She waved him over. “I thought that was you.”

JJ turned around, seeing Matty. “Matt, what’s up?”

“JJ, how you doing man?” The two of them shook hands, as if they were old friends. “What are you guys up to?”

Andy grabbed her cup back from JJ, waving it in front of Matty’s face. “Tryna find where the Kooks are keeping the hard shit. Need a refill.”

Matty’s eyes lit up. “Well, you just so happen to be in luck, because Cara let me use the budget bonus for the week to buy some shit for tonight- Follow me.”

Andy, now followed by JJ, weaved through the crowd again, following Matty to where his cooler was, of course, being guarded by some of his friends.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Was all Andy could think, when they approached the cooler, and none other than Miller Daniels was sitting on top of it.

During the summer between freshman and sophomore years, Andy had a not-so-secret and technically illegal, fling with Miller, which pissed everybody on the Cut off, including her friends.

They had never spoken about it, and hadn’t seen each other since he left for college.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is that Andy Kane coming towards me?” Miller asked, kind of asking Matty, and kind of asking Andy.

She nodded, smiling politely. “In the flesh.”

She silently hoped that he wouldn’t stand up and give her a hug, as it was the usual polite thing to do after you hadn’t seen someone in awhile, but lucky for her, he just waved.

Beside her, she could feel JJ tense up, his grip tightening on her hand. “Maybank, ‘sup?”

JJ shrugged. “Nothing much man, just here and there.”

Matty caught the vibe, shaking his head as JJ and Miller were practically in a silent battle for domination. “Found Kane in the crowd and she’s looking for a refill. Told her I got the good stuff, so get up so I can get her a drink, alright?”

He pushed Miller out of the way, digging through the cooler.

Matty mixed her a drink, and Andy didn’t care what it was. “Maybank, you want anything?”

JJ shook his head, raising the beer in his hand. “Nah Matt, I’m good, thanks though.”

Matty nodded, closing the cooler and handing Andy her cup. “You need anymore, just come back over here. What’s mine is your’s.” He winked to her.

“Just promise me you’ll start showing up for your shifts again soon? I can’t handle my sister’s fucking whining when you don’t show up.”

Andy nodded, taking a sip of her drink. It was good. “Mhmm. I’ll get right on that.”

She and Matty rolled their eyes at the same time. “Thank you Matty, I’ll see you around.”

JJ couldn’t seem to drag her away from them fast enough. “Miller, what a dick.” He grumbled, searching for literally anyone else to talk to.

“He didn’t even do anything, just calm down.” Andy shook her head.

“Yeah, okay.” JJ snapped back, spotting a few of his co-workers from the hotel setting up a pong table. “You play pong?” He turned to ask her.

“Well yeah, I’m a great pong partner.” She shrugged. “Only if you chill out though. Stop tensing up over every little thing that happens.”

JJ rolled his eyes again. “Andy-“

“Knock it the fuck off or I’ll make you hang out alone.” She shoved her cup at his lips. “Drink some of this, we can get another one then.”

JJ took a sip of the drink. “Right, anyway, pong?” His tune changed the moment she threatened to leave him alone.

JJ sweet-talked one of his co-workers to convince them to let him and Andy play against him and a friend.

She and JJ shared her drink, and obviously, a few beers, and completely dominated three games of pong.

Andy overturned her cup, frowning when she realized it was empty.

JJ was celebrating their win, with a few Pogues he knew from school, so Andy didn’t see the harm in slipping away and having Matty make her another drink.

Miller’s face lit up as soon as she entered his eye-sight, Matty nowhere to be found. “Kandy-Kane, back so soon?” He smiled at her.

Andy shrugged, overturning her cup again. “My cup runneth empty.” She approached the cooler, looking around. “Where’s Matty?”

Miller shrugged. “Think he’s tryna sweet-talk his way into a rando’s pants. Whatcha want?”

“Something- Anything.” She shrugged. “I can do it myself, it’s no big deal.”

“I dunno Kane, Matty gave the first one on the house, but this next drink might cost you.” He tilted his head, seeing if she was catching his vibe.

“Hm…” She hummed, contemplating what he really meant. “What kind of payment are you thinking, because I really only have like thirty cents to my name right now.”

“How ‘bout a little kiss? For old times sake.” Miller shrugged, tapping his cheek.

Andy narrowed her eyes at him. “Ah, in that case, I think I’m gonna have to pass on the drink. Since we’re gatekeeping liquor now…”

She turned on her heel, attempting to walk away, but Miller held onto her wrist.

“Now, c’mon, where’s the Kane I used to know? She’d usually offer more than just a kiss for a drink-“

“Well this Kane’s gone through some shit and realized she’s worth more than kissing her ex for a fucking drink- So let go of me.” She yanked at her wrist out of his grip and turned to walk away.

Miller shook his head. “You’ve gone soft, Kane! Spending too much time on Figure 8? Or did Daddy finally break you down?”

Andy’s mouth opened in shock, she didn’t even know why she was giving him a reaction.

Anger and alcohol surged through her as she turned back around, stomping over to the cooler. “Wanna say that again to my face, this time?”

With a shit-eating grin on his face, Miller nodded. “I said, you’ve gone soft. Did your Daddy finally get to you?”

Andy knew exactly what was coming next.

See, Miller knew her before she decided fighting her way through life was the best option, so he never even saw what was coming.

Andy reeled her arm back, sending her fist straight into Miller’s cheek. The impact sending him backwards off the cooler and on his ass in the dirt.

“If you ever lay a hand on me, or threaten my integrity again, you’ll be six-feet under instead of just knocked on your ass, do you understand?” She spat, towering over him.

Miller sputtered on the ground, blood running down his face and onto his neck. “What the fuck!” He shouted, now drawing attention to them.

Suddenly, Matty, JJ, and all his work friends, and a handful of others were crowded around them.

“Yo, what’s going on?” Matty shoved through the group, JJ right behind him.

“D, what happened?”

Matty pushed past Andy, helping Miller to his feet, and JJ pulled her backwards, into his side. “Don’t waste your time with her, Maybank, she’s a fucking prude.”

“What the fuck did you say?” JJ immediately let go of her, stepping forward to him. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about-“

Andy couldn’t help but grin when JJ said that, her heart fluttering, despite the current circumstances.

Matty let go of Miller, placing his hand on JJ’s chest. “JJ, it’s not worth it man, you’re both wasted. Just get outta here.”

“I’m not wasted, man. I can tell right from wrong perfectly fine.” JJ wasn’t backing down.

Matty looked over JJ’s shoulder, silently begging Andy for help. As much as she wanted to see JJ beat the shit out of Miller, it would end up ruining the night for the rest of their friends.

She rolled her eyes, tugging on the back of JJ’s shirt. “C’mon, let’s just go.”

JJ whipped around. “You seriously just wanna let him talk shit on you like that?”

Andy shrugged, smiling slyly at Miller, from behind JJ’s shoulder. “Well you know it’s not true. He’s just mad he could never get that far with me.”

She winked, more at Miler than JJ, and slid her hand into his, flipping the middle finger with her other hand as they walked away.

As they pushed their way through the crowd, Andy could feel JJ lightening back up. “You all good?” He asked, squeezing her hand.

“I can handle myself J.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He stopped, staring at her. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you or touch you at all?”

Andy shook her head. “Not a finger.” She shrugged. “He was just being a dick, and I was sick of his shit. Besides, it was a long-time coming anyway.”

JJ’s frown slowly turned up into a smile. “Good, cause seeing you handle your own shit like that was hot as fuck-“

JJ was cut off by another commotion, from right by the fire. Andy stood on her toes, peering over the tops of heads to see, none other than John B and Topper, almost nose-to-nose.

“Well that’s our boy.” She shook her head, standing back on flat-feet. “Let’s go.” She pulled JJ towards the raucous.

“You wanna start some shit right now?” Topper shouted at John B.

“Do I wanna start some shit?” John B repeated, almost challenging Topper.

“They all know what happened last time!”

Andy let go of JJ’s hand, stepping between John B and Topper. “Howdy- Howdy boys, what’s going on?”

Sarah also stepped between them, shoving at John B. “Just get out! Just go!”

Andy did a double-take at Sarah, the fire from Miller not fully burnt-out yet. “Oh, so Sarah Cameron gets to decide who stays and goes at an island party? Is that right?”

Sarah rolled her eyes, holding Topper back. “Don’t even start Andy, you don’t even know what this is about.”

“It doesn’t take much to put the pieces together.“ Andy shrugged, hand on John B’s arm.

Sarah almost laughed, almost. “How drunk are you right now?”

“What does me drinking have anything to do with this? You don’t decide who stays and who goes, so fuck off!” Andy let go of John B, stepping forward to Sarah.

John B grabbed her arm now, pulling her back. “Yo, no!” He pulled Andy to his side.

“Just get out of here, quit looking for problems where there is none.” Sarah snapped, turning back to Topper.

“He started it Sarah!” John B shook his head, trying to reason with her.

Out of nowhere, Kelce showed up, pushing past Sarah and Topper and standing nose-to-nose with John B. “Hey! She don’t want you anymore, bro!”

John B laughed, not fazed by Kelce’s scare-tactics. “Shut the hell up.” He rolled his eyes, turning, and pulling Andy with him.

“What’re you gonna do, John B? Kill me like you killed Sheriff Peterkin?” Kelce snapped.

John B beat her to the punch, literally. Before she could even react, John B had turned back around, whacking Kelce in the face and sending him stumbling back into Topper and Sarah.

Topper stepped in next, shoving John B and wrestling him onto the ground. Now a crowd had formed, and somehow pushed Andy and Sarah back together.

“Look what you did now Cameron.” Andy shook her head as Sarah watched them in shock.

Sarah didn’t retaliate, she simply watched as her ex boyfriends fought each other.

In the crowd around them, it had turned into a full-blown mosh pit, everybody seemed to be fighting each other.

From over Sarah’s shoulder, Andy could see Yvonne pushing through the crowd, probably looking for John B.

From the movement of the people, Sarah got shoved into Yvonne, and Yvonne shoved back, knocking Sarah onto the ground below where John B and Topper where.

“Sarah!” John B screamed, noticing as she hit the ground.

Andy, despite being pissed that Sarah just argued with her, decided to take her frustrations out on Yvonne instead, pushing past the few people that separated them, and shoving at her from behind.

“What the fuck?” She snapped, whirling around to see Andy.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Andy snapped, punching Yvonne right in the face. Unfortunately for Andy, Yvonne was also an experienced fighter, so the fight was nothing if not fair.

The pair wrestled, eventually landing down where Sarah was still sat on the ground.

Yvonne landed a particularly hard blow to Andy’s mouth, a metal taste erupting on her tongue. She was at a disadvantage, laying on the ground.

Yvonne straddled her, holding her hair in one hand and reeling her other fist back so land the finishing blow.

But Sarah reacted faster, standing up and using all her strength to push Yvonne off of Andy. Kie showed up too, shoving Yvonne again when she tried to stand back up. “Move bitch! What’s your problem!”

Kie turned to Sarah, whose chest was heaving with anger.

“You alright?” Sarah nodded. Kie then turned to Andy, helping her off the ground. “You good? You’re bleeding.” Kie patted her own lips.

Andy used her palm to wipe her lip, her hand coming back red. “I’ll be fine.” She mumbled, spitting blood from her mouth onto the ground.

Above them, Pope ran up to Topper and John B. “Guys, we gotta go!” Kie called to them.

JJ jumped down from the wall, going to help Pope. “Get the hell off me!” Topper pushed back at Pope, who was pushed into another person, who began beating on him.

JJ was having a hell of a time reaching Topper, who still had John B pinned on the ground.

Andy shook her head, of course she’d have to do it herself. “Andy, don’t! It’s not worth it!”

Andy brushed her off, climbing back up the small wall to Topper.

She grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and his arm with the other, using all her strength to pull backwards.

“Back off Kane! It’s not your fight!” Topper struggled against her, still holding onto John B but not landing anymore punches.

“JJ, a little help here!” John B croaked, still laying under Topper.

JJ finally arrived, taking over for Andy and putting Topper in a choke-hold, pulling the two of them fully onto their backs.

John B jumped up, pulling Andy with him, and quickly going to help Pope out of his fight.

Kie had climbed up the wall, holding Andy back from joining in with JJ and Topper. “Guys, we gotta get out of here, come on!” She shouted.

Andy wriggled herself out of Kie’s grasp again, first going to JJ and Topper.

JJ still had him by the throat, holding him still. “Hey, no!” JJ groaned, struggling to keep Topper still, and seeing Andy approaching.

Andy waved him off, punching Topper in the face. That’s for John B, bitch.

She stumbled as Pope and John B flanked either side of her, also sending a few precautionary blows to Topper so that JJ could let go of him, unharmed.

“You good? You good?” JJ quickly asked Pope and John B, who both nodded furiously.

“You good?” He looked at Andy, whose lip was still bleeding.

She nodded. “Right!”

They all jumped down the wall, practically sprinting back to the Twinkie as people yelled at them now, pissed that they had started fight club.

“Go back to the Cut!” “Get outta here Pogues!” Were just a few things Andy heard.

Everything was moving in slow motion as she ran, the alcohol finally catching up with her.

JJ couldn’t help but laugh, scooping her up in his arms and running, carrying her like a toddler on his shoulder. “C’mon slowpoke!”

John B barely waited to make sure everyone was in the van before taking off. “Well that fucking sucked!” Andy groaned, holding a hand to her lip.

“You kicked some serious ass though.” JJ shrugged, tossing her a cold can of beer he salvaged from the party.

She took it, holding it to her face. “It was a little unexpected.”

Kie scoffed, sitting up from her position on the floor. “Was it?”

Nobody really responded.

It really wasn’t unexpected. Wherever they went, trouble seemed to follow.

Nobody spoke the entire ride home. Andy tried to focus on not throwing up, her stomach feeling funny after thinking about how Sarah defended her, even after they argued.

At the Chateau, Andy flopped onto the couch in the sunroom, never wanting to move again.

“C’mon babe, we’re gonna make smore’s.” JJ tapped her forehead, making her get up. “Damn, Yvonne really got you good.”

“Yeah well I was the last one standing so I consider that a win.” She mumbled, following him out to the fire that Pope and John B had started.

JJ laughed. “You never lose a fight.”

“I’ve had more black eyes in the past month than I’ve had in my entire life!” Pope was saying as they approached the fire.

Kie laughed, holding a smore in her hand. JJ sat down on a chair, and Andy sat in one beside him.

"That was building up for years.” He said, reaching into the bag for a marshmallow. “Rumble in the jungle.”

He winced as he grabbed a stick, placing the marshmallow on the tip of it. “Fuck that’s hot! Who used this last?” He grumbled, holding it out over the fire.

“Hey-“ John B nodded to Andy. “Did you really stick up for Sarah?”

Andy shrugged, reaching across JJ to grab a piece of chocolate. “Course I did. She’s not a real Kook.”

John B seemed confused for a moment, before shrugging. “Right.”

“Tell that to Topper.” Pope mumbled, taking a bit of his smore.

Andy leaned back in her chair, munching on her slice of chocolate.

Beside her JJ assembled a smore, dropping it as soon as he picked it up, waving his hand. Andy laughed.

“Mhm, that’s hot!” He winced, the smore falling apart on his plate.

Andy continued laughing, covering her mouth. “Stop laughing at me, that shit hurt!”

Across the fire, John B smiled, leaning over and grabbing Kie’s hand, bringing her smore to his mouth. “I just want one bite, that’s all-“

“What are you doing- No stop!” Kie gasped as the remaining bite of her smore was knocked to the ground.

“Well you’re not having any of mine either.” JJ teased, as his smore still sat unassembled on his plate.

“I spent the last of my money on that!” Kie said, in fake shock.

“Well you’re not having it!” While JJ argued with Kie, Andy quietly leaned over, reassembling the smore and taking it off the plate.

Pope watched her, trying to contain his laughter as she motioned for him to be quiet.

“I don’t think you’re having it either…” Kie smiled, nodding to his plate.

JJ looked down, mouth opening in shock at his empty plate. “Hey, what the shit!” He looked over at Andy, whose mouth was full of smore, and laughing at him.

“Snooze you loose-“

“Hey, hey, shush!” John B was bent over, picking Kie’s discarded smore off of the ground. “Somebody’s here.”

They all quieted, turning to look over at the chicken coop, where John B was staring.

Andy internally groaned. Shockingly, she had had enough conflict for one night, and just wished to finish her JJ's smore in peace.

“You don’t think Topper would?” Kie asked, sitting her stick down.

JJ stood up. “Wouldn’t put it past him.”

“You have your gun?” She asked, standing up too.

“Oh, now she wants the gun?” JJ snapped, pulling Andy up by her arm.

“Oh now you don’t have the gun?” Kie fired back. “Isn’t it your secret weapon?”

“Hey, shut up!” Pope snapped, breaking up their argument.

“Goddamn, now she wants the gun?” JJ muttered holding an iron rod in his hand, as the five of them crept towards the chicken coop.

“No, shut up!” Andy whispered. “The stick’s gonna be fine.” JJ glared at her, following Pope.

“Hey, who’s out there?” John B called.

“You Kooks better not try anything!” Kie added.

“Who’s there?” JJ yelled. Intimidation, was definitely not their strong-suit.

A rustling came from behind the coop, and from out of the bushes, Limbrey’s brother came, hands held in the air. “How ya’ll doing?”

“Oh, it’s this piece of shit.” Pope nodded.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” JJ shook his head.

“Lovely evening we’re having.” He still held his arms up, walking towards them. “Look, I don’t hold a grudge with any of y’all, alright? But this can go hard, or this can go easy.”

“Enough with the niceties and just tell us what the fuck you want.” Andy snapped, already growing tired of his game.

He lowered his hands, narrowing his eyes at her. “You know what I’m here for.”

The key.

The real key.

Andy shook her head, playing dumb. “Let me show you a little demonstration. You see that swing right there?” He pointed to the swing attached to the tree beside them.

“I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me, hidden.”

“Oh yeah?” JJ grinned, lowering the rod.

None of them believed a word this guy said. Not especially that they were about to be hunted by a pack of Army Rangers.

The man whistled, and suddenly, an arrow flew past JJ’s head, piercing the tree behind them.

Everyone tensed up, shit was real.

“Now, they’re out there. And they’ll stick every single one of you, just as I say so.” He walked past them all to Pope, who was at the back of the group.

JJ clenched his jaw, raising the stick again, to strike him in the back of the head, but he was too fast.

He whistled, another arrow landing in the ground just between JJ’s feet.

Quickly, and for his own safety, Andy leaned over, snatching the rod out of JJ’s hands and throwing it on the ground.

There was no way out of this one.

“Now, I’m not gonna give you a countdown, or any bullshit like that.” He nodded to Pope. “I’ll simply just whistle.”

Pope looked at each of his friends, knowing there was literally no other option but to give up the key.

He pulled it out of his pocket, clutching it in his hand. “This key belongs to my family.”

“I’m losing my patience with you Pope.” The man laughed.

Pope held the key out, and he plucked it from his fingers, satisfied that he beyond-scared-straight five teenagers. “You did the right thing kid. Knowing when you don’t have a choice is an under appreciated talent.”

“Yeah, especially when there’s a grown-ass man bullying you and your four teenage friends.” Andy snapped.

The man laughed, whipping around and lunging at Andy, pushing her up against the tree. “You’re on my nerves now Andy!” He snapped, nose-to-nose with her. “You kids simply have to learn when and where to get involved!”

“If you don’t get your hands off her right now, I’ll cave your head in.” JJ clenched his jaw, holding the iron rod in his hands again.

“I’ll take every single one of those arrows.”

The man took one more second to contemplate, before letting go of Andy. “Easy there.” He nodded to JJ, holding his hands up again. “Ya’ll have a good night.”

He whistled one more time as he walked back down the driveway, signaling to his little minions that they were off the hook.

Nobody said anything until he was out of sight.

JJ dropped the iron rod, pulling Andy into a hug.

“I am so sick of this shit.” Pope gasped, chest heaving from anger.

Andy poked her head out from JJ’s chest, watching as Pope stormed off towards the dock.

Kie shook her head, heading into the house for the night.

John B went back to the fire, busying himself by cleaning up the remnants of their smore’s, and JJ decided it would be best for them to go to bed for the night, pulling Andy in the house.

Kie was laying on the pullout when they passed her, heading straight for the spare room.

“You know, I should really be mad at you, because your big-ass mouth got us into a lot of shit tonight.” JJ snapped, aggressively kicking off his boots.

Andy scoffed, sitting down on the bed. As if JJ’s mouth hadn’t gotten them into shit before.

“But honestly, I’m just impressed that you managed to handle your shit every single time.” He finished, throwing his jacket onto the floor outside of the bathroom.

“Are you sure you aren’t mad, because you’re giving off some really heavy vibes right now…” Andy winced, bracing for impact.

“No.” JJ sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I mean yes, I’m mad but not at you!”

He groaned. “I’m fucking pissed that we keep getting shit on over and over again! Nothing can ever be easy, nothing can go our way! It’s ridiculous!”

Andy nodded, completely understanding JJ’s frustrations.

“Hey.” She stood up, grabbing his face with her hands. “I trust Pope. Shit happens, and we’ll find a way out of it. Let’s just sleep on it.”

JJ seemed to immediately calm down under her touch. “Sleep on it?”

“Whatever you want?” She shrugged, turning so he would sit down on the bed.

“Whatever I want?” His eyes lit up, realizing what the said. “

The door is locked.”

“Exactly.” She grinned, pressing her lips to his.

The damn cross could wait until the morning.

Tonight was about fun.