𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬, obx

𝐯𝐢. fantasy or reality

THE POGUES HAD A PLAN. A big one. They just needed too ride it out and see what happened. But, they couldn't do that without the crippling feeling of confusion.

What really happened?

How did they really pass?

Are they even dead?

June's leg bounced in the corner of the room as she bit her finger nail, as she listened too the close conversation of the others, "All right, keep a look out. We're behind enemy lines." JJ spoke, loading his gun.

"Can we literally not?" June raised her eyebrows, getting out the car. Kiara admired her through the window as she fixed her outfit nervously. Her hair was in a high ponytail, which reminded her of there sleepovers.

They would always try and do each other's hair, but fail so bad. June could easily do Kiara's hair, but maybe not the other way around. Just like their relationship. June handled her with passion and care whilst she did the opposite.

"Yo, come on man. Put it back." John B grumbled. "You can never be too careful."

"JJ Maybank." June crossed her arms like an angry mother, "Hey, I predict that bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cashes more problems than they solve."

"Thank you, Pope."

"I swear too god, I'm gonna throw that thing in the Ocean, JJ. Put it back." He listened too her rough voice as he stomped out the car. "Let's get too goin'. Put on a move on your shit guys." June hurried them out the car, ignoring the way JJ ruffled the hair on top of her head.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Kiara teased. "I bet you would too if you had too hear your own voice for a change." June grumbled back, continuing too walk.

They sped through the kitchen as the heat hit their face, June pacing behind John B who was sure too keep her close. "JJ, it's hot in here, pick up the pace, thanks." She said, clapping her hands lightly as they ran towards the library.

"Wait, I gotta check out my insta models." He grumbled, trying too pry his way into the seat, "We don't got time for that." Kiara said.

"I got the map." John B spoke out, making June smile softly at his and Pope's cleverness, "Coordinates please?"

June itched her head in boredom as they tried too figure it out, but her eyes drifted too the girl who sat next too her. Her eyes drifted too her neck. The silver necklace that rested on her neck looked so familiar, but the sound of distant chatter brought her back,

"Is that doable?" Kiara asked, "Yeah. Totally doable."

"Will we be taking your personal submarine?" He sarcastically stated. "How do you know this Mr. Dive Master?" John B pointed at the blonde boy, looking at him up and down. "The salvage yard."

"They got a drone that can drop 1,000. It has a 360 camera and everything. It's for like deep dives and stuff. It's exactly what we need." JJ explained the the four of them, "Can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?"

"Well, my dads grimy little hands got his ass fired. I guess the salvage captain frowns on showing up shitfaced, turns out. But the drowns there. It's in the impound yard out back." JJ shrugged, "How much money was it again?"

"400 million," June's face dropped, "Why are we still standing here? Let's go." She hurried, rushing out the door with the blonde next too her.

"No. Absolutely not." Pope yelled, trying too block them. "Oh my god, Pope." June was clearly annoyed as she moved the boy out the way running out the library as she followed Kiara.