"SORRY, YOU'RE STAYING WHERE?" Kiara questioned incredulously, John B leaned on the counter of Mr. Carrera's restaurant as he explained his situation once more. Ultimately—and miraculously—the ridiculous high fall from the Hawk's Nest resulted in only a hairline fracture, some bruises, and a concussion. John B narrowly escaped death's grip and was now in the legal care of Ward Cameron.

  "Tannyhill."

"So you're living with Sarah Cameron?" The Carrera girl scoffed as she grabbed a tray of drinks and handed them off to the table. Pope and Sierra sat comfortably while JJ remained standing, holding out an awaiting hand as Kiara passed him a cup.

  "Okay, look, the only reason I'm living there is because her dad bailed me out, right?" John B explained monotonously, "And it's way better then foster care, which, by the way, is where I was about to go if Ward didn't—"

  "Hey, so do you have like a membership to the clubs now?" Pope interrupted, holding an amused smirk. Clearly, the idea of John B living on Figure Eight amused the Pogues—minus Kiara.

  "I don't know, Pope."

"What about the little golf carts they drive around? Do you get one of them." JJ added, holding back his own smile behind the rim of the styrofoam cup.

  "Does it come with a sweater-vest, or do you have to buy one of those on your own?"

  "Do you have a servant that does whatever you say, or, like, offer you tea at random times of the day." Sierra added as Pope chuckled. "Would you like some tea, sir Jonathan."

  "That's a good one."

  "Look, you promised. You said you weren't with her." Kiara mumbled with a disappointed tone, John B sat silent trying to somehow makeup an excuse, but he was caught. He could only give a defeated shrug.

  "Bro, just own it, she got you." At the sound of JJ's words the Routledge boy covered his face with his hand, looking down.

  "Look, if you wanna hang out with her, that's fine." The Carrera girl began, not caring for John B's attitude. "But I'm letting you know right now that I'm not doing anything with Sarah."

  "Do you guys see her here?" The boy asked rhetorically, at the sound of silence he continued. "No, right. Okay, a little focus would be fantastic. We've got the map right?"

  "Well, it's all out of whack 'cause the guy was ganja'd when he drew it." JJ commented, motioning to the map and breaking the silence.

  "It's 'cause the coast has changed, Einstein." Sierra informed as she looked above her to see JJ mouth formed into a large O.

  "So we just have to look for landmarks that haven't changed." Pope smartly suggested, looking at the wrinkled parchment.

  "What about the old forts?"

"Battery Jasper." Kiara pointed at the map, the group leaned in to look at it then glanced back up at each other. "Looks like we're heading there."

  "Onward, to the mystery machine." Sierra called out and stood up from her seat, pointing to the parked van outside.

"We are not calling her the mystery machine, Sierra." John B denied, shaking his head at the idea. The group collected their things, walking to the exit, "Her name is Twinkie."

"Well, why not, we're basically the Scooby-Doo gang, you're Fred, Kie is Daphne, Pope is Velma, JJ is Shaggy and, as much as I don't really want to, I'm Scooby."

"Y'know, I never agreed to be Velma, right? We're literally opposite genders."

"I'm chill with being Shaggy."

Sierra stepped into the van. "Well me and Scooby are different species, but you don't hear me complaining."

"Didn't you just complain about how to don't want to be Scooby?"

"You know what, I think silence would be very nice right about now."

—

"THIS IS A NICE ASS VIEW." SIERRA COMMENTED, stepping out the van. Battery Jasper was the more naturalistic part of the island, where the plants outnumbered the homes. They had to drive up a hill to even get a good look over the tall trees.

  "I see a nice ass view." JJ commented, eyes lingering on Sierra's figure as she walked ahead of him. The girl turned to look back and was met with a subtle wink.

"That's...really fuckin' gross." Kiara muttered glaring back at the two. She jogged to catch up with the other two who had made it a group of rocks, spreading open the map onto the rough surface.

"We're in Battery, right here. So if this is parcel nine, then it's somewhere northeast of here." Pope looked down at the map and pointed towards the area where trees and branches crowded together.

  "Somewhere over there."

  "Right."

  JJ furrowed his brows from his spot above the rest, standing atop of a boulder. "Over there? Guys, that's not TannyHill, that's a subdivision."

  "TannyHill plantation use to be the whole entire island, dumbass, they sold into little pieces over time." Sierra corrected, "Didn't you pay attention in history?"

  "I think we all know the answer to that." Pope grumbled, looking back down at the map. "All right, so we're just looking for an old stone wall."

  "So we're just gonna ignore the fact that Pope called me dumb?" JJ questioned, looking around at the silent expression that refused to meet his eyes. "Wow, guys, wow."

  "Pope, you hurt his feelings."

  "Yeah, Pope, my feelings are hurt."

  "Old stone wall." Pope repeated under his breath, ignoring the duo and walking back to the van. "Old stone wall."

  John B looked at the group, "Uh, alright, guess we're lookin' for an old stone wall now." He grabbed the keys from his pocket and followed the Heyward boy.

  Kiara wasn't far behind, Sierra and JJ, like usual, being the last to trail after the Pogue's. Comfortingly, the Ray girl rubbed a hand up and down his back, hoping to soothe any offense he still held.

  They were all piled into the Twinkie in a few short moments, driving off into the confusing roads of the map. Luckily, they had their smartest man behind the reading and giving direction. Honestly, Sierra was beginning to doubt his ability of being a proper passenger as they'd attempted in a secluded woods, the dirt road they drove on being the only sign that people were actually meant to be so far in.
 
  Subconsciously, Sierra scooted closer to JJ, nervously staring out the window. "This is giving me the heebie jeebies. And not the good kind."

  "Okay, so the road should split up here." Pope pointed to the trail that separated into two, neither side seeming too inviting. "All right, you're gonna take a left."

  At the sound of the direction John B quickly turned the wheel and harshly served to left. The janky van didn't have any seatbelts to hold the teens in the back in place. Sierra nearly toppled completely over JJ while Kiara held tightly onto the back of John B's seat.

  "Woah, Sierra." JJ chuckled, watching as she lifted herself from him. "Take me out on a date first."

  "Haha, very funny, dickhead." Sierra replied with a snarky tone, throwing herself back into the seat as the blonde glanced out the window.

  "That looks like a stonewall to me."

  "This is it." Pope confirmed, the group simultaneously staring at the distant home but stepping an inch out the car. What was once the home of pen the wealthiest Kooks on the island became an eery mansion that grew a reputation of being haunted.

  Decades of dust coated the exterior, the paint had dulled down and begun chipping. Its windows were shattered, only some, the others were covered up by wooden boards, seemingly from the amount of people that have attempted to break in. Nobody ever made it far before the infamous story of Mrs. Crain overwhelmed them with terror and they scurried out before taking anything. Its condition made it appear completely abandoned, tales say otherwise.

  "Not the Crain house." John B murmured, hesitantly pushing his door open and climbing out. In very leader-like fashion, his exit triggered the rest to follow after like cubs to their mother.

  "Are you kidding me." Kiara sighed heavily, walking up to the stone wall and stopping a few feet before entering. She looked to JJ who had joined her side just a few moments after.

  "Worst-case scenario." JJ spoke up, glancing over at Sierra who still held the same anxious expression. The girl definitely has braved through the worst of the worst, and having to investigate an abandoned house wasn't high on the list of the worst things she's faced. But it was the stories that followed the house. One thing about Sierra is that she didn't fuck with ghost. "Still feelin' those heebie jeebies?"

  "Very much." Sierra replied, crossing her arms. "I mean, the gold calls but why did it have to call from here of all places?"

  "I heard Mrs. Crain buried her husbands head on the property." The Maybank boy comemnted casually, as if it made anyone clam down in that situation. At the sound of silence he looked around, Sierra gave him an unamused glare. "S'not like I'd let her touch you, or anything. I got you, Si, have a little faith."

  "Look at the positives." Pope recalled her words at the beginning of the of the adventure, when they'd barely discovered the motel. Sierra shifted her glare to him.

  "Listen, I've told this story a million times to the kids I babysat to get 'em to go to bed, and it was suppose to stay that way. A story, not my reality." Sierra took a step back, lifting her arms in a form of surrender. "I call staying back."

  "Yeah, no, me too." JJ followed her steps, tossing an arm over her shoulder. "I call staying back with Sierra."

  "Nobody is staying behind, we're doing this together." John B lectured, walking up to the wall. "Everybody, over the wall."

  Like a parent in charge of chaperoning a school of little kids on a field trip, he counted each head that climbed up and over to the other side. Kiara, Pope, JJ, and last, and most hesitantly so, Sierra. In silence, they trudged through property, a maze of overgrown grass covered the stone path, making it hardly visible and hard to follow. To make it worse, there was a collection of stone figures every couple feet, the cracked statues watching them.

  "Look, you guys know whose house is this, right?" Kiara questioned, careful with each step she took. Even someone like the Carrera who hardly cared for the gossip of the island knew the story behind the Crain house. Sierra always had the superstition that if you spoke of something enough it would turn from fiction to truth.

  "Oh, yeah. No, I do."

  "Honestly, I don't really believe the stories of this place." The Routledge boy challenged, furrowing his brows as Pope turned around to shush him. "What?"

  Leaving Sierra's side, JJ swiftly walked up to walk along side Kiara. "Which stories did you hear?"

  "The one where she killed her husband with an axe and that she'd been holed up ever since." The Varrera held back a smirk, "On certain nights, when the moon is full...you can see her in the window."

  "You wanna know what else I've heard?" Sierra added on, making JJ turn around in interest. "All her victims are men, rumor has it that she especially likes brunettes who always wear bandanas around their neck."

  "You're so full of shit, Pirate." John B muttered, shaking his head in disapproval. "What happened to being terrified of even stepping in here?"

  "None of this is funny, 'cause it's all true." JJ scolded, "I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis—" Before he could finish his rant he turned his head around and flinched at the sight of a cracked statue staring at him. He instantly lifted his arms defensively as if the thing was going to come alive and come at him somehow. "Jesus."

"Wait, you knew Hollis Crain!" Pope questioned worryingly as JJ turned towards the boy.

"Yeah, dude."

"Dude," Pope slapped his shoulder as if the newly dumped information was vital to their 'treasure hunt', "how do you know Hollis Crain?"

"She was my babysitter, man. She told me all about it." JJ explained, "Told me the truth...about her mother, and what happened in this house."

  "And what the fuck is that suppose to mean!" Sierra asked with concerned eyes. Every word uttered about this place was giving her more reason to run back to the Twinkie and wait until the rest of the Pogue's finished searching.

  "So as a kid, she heard all the dories that her mother killed her father, and...she was a murderer and all. Hollis didn't believe it, until that night."

  John B, ever the one to deny his belief in all things supernatural, curiously leaned in closer. "What night?" He asked a little too quick, making JJ turn to him with a serious look.

  "It all came back to her." There was a dramatic pause, really giving his story that eerie effect. " when Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So she goes downstairs to see her. Mom washing her hands in a sink...full of blood."

  "Fuck you. Fuck this. Give me the keys." Sierra demanded, her right hand held out towards John B expectantly. Three word came to her mind: No, thank you!

  "Oh, but Sierra, it gets worse." JJ gripped her wrist and chuckled, "Her mother just says that she cut her finger. The next morning she says her father and her split up. But then, Hollis noticed something. Her mother going into the parlor constantly, in and out in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass, and Hollis decides to use the outhouse. And as she's using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father's head looking straight back at her."

  "God, you are so full of shit!" John B sighs, upset with himself that a small part of him was beginning to believe the words tumbling out of the blonde's mouth.

  "Dude, I swear to God, man."

  "Did she call the police?" Pope questioned quickly, full invested in the story as if it was happening in real time.

  "She find have time to—wait, dude!" JJ was cut off as John B shoved passed him, marching along and attempting to continue down the path. JJ protested, pulling him back by his button up.

  "What! What!"

  "You sure you wanna do this? She's an ax murderer. You got a cast on." As if it was a weird turn of the tables, JJ was trying to reason for once. Trying to be the voice between John B and dumb decision.

  "I don't give a shit if she's an axe murderer, okay? I got nothin' to lose, right? You comin' or what?" He trudged the grass once more, this time the Maybank boy let him. Kiara and Pope followed along as JJ looked towards Sierra hesitantly.

  Honestly, his story was true. That what he'd heard. But a fucked up part of himself told it to get under Sierra's skin just so he could have an excuse to keep her close and protected.

  "C'mon." He nodded after a bit, extending out an arm. "I got you."

  As the two caught up with the group John B crouched down and began his usual leader-like speeches. "Okay, so here's the plan we need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark's letter." The boy whispered.

"Okay, like, what kind of water, pond water?" Pope questioned as Sierra nodded in agreement, if they wanted even the slightest chance of finding the gold then they need some sort of clue.

JJ giggled and Pope's words as his attention turned to him, "Bong water." The Pogue's simply glared back at his stupidity.

"No, it—it just said look for water."

"That's shittiest secret note ever." Sierra scoffed as she stood from her crouching position, she walked away and decided to form her own path. "You're lucky I'm good at riddles."

"You wanna complain a little more, Pirate, because nobody said it was gonna be easy." John argued as he followed after the girl.

"No shit, JB, when has anything in our lives ever been easy?" Sierra snapped back.

—

"Hey come on, it's the only place we haven't looked." John whispered as JJ emerged from the trees swatting away mosquitoes that were following him around.

Somehow Sierra and Pope had gotten into an argument on who was the strongest avenger. "If we're talking about pure strength, it's Thor, he could beat the out of every person with his power."

"But, powerful wide, as in powers."

"Wanda." The both of them said in unison.

"But!" Sierra pointed up a finger as Pope looked towards her in confusion, "If we stretch out into the whole entire marvel universe, Storm is up there."

"That's right!"

"Nerds, get your asses over here." John called out as he punted towards a small door leading under the Crain house. The brunette boy was brave enough to pull out a flashlight and walk in first, then Pope, and the Kiara.

JJ followed behind Sierra as she crouched down to fit through the small hole, "Nice ass." The blonde complemented as he stared at her tight denim shorts, Sierra paused and glanced back at him. "What, it's an amazing view from back here."

"Aww, thank you."

"You're welcome, pretty girl." He looked around at the dust filled basement and whispered, "Down came Mrs. Crain and cut off all out heads."

"Up came the sun and dried up all the blood." Sierra finished off as Pope angrily flashed the flashlight towards them, the blinding white light hit their eyes.

"Can you two stop."

"See any water." Kiara muttered, the annoying mosquitoes that had followed JJ seemed to continue tormenting the Pogue's. Sierra hissed quietly as she felt the burning itch on her arm, she despised the flying pest. "Another dead end."

"There's not even water on these dusty ass pipe's." JJ grazed his fingers onto the old and rusted pipes.

"Ni una gota." Sierra spoke as JJ furrowed his brows at the foreign language.

"Okay, what language was that?"

"Spanish dumbass." Pope spoke up, "Did you ever pay attention in class, ever?"

"That was kinda hot." He smirked

"You know why we didn't find it." Kiara remarked in a snarky tone, John B immediately recognized the tone and why she had as he groaned quietly. "Bad karma."

"Oh, god, here we go."

"You know, we had a good thing going, then you decided to rope in Barbie, and now the trail's gone dry." Kiara explained angrily, "Coincidence? Probably not."

"Again." Sierra whined at the thick tension between the two, "I swear to guys argue every two seconds."

The two decided to ignore her as John glared at the curly-haired curl, "This is exactly why I didn't wanna tell you about Sarah."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, what the hell's the deal with you two, huh?"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing?" John asked, unconvinced, "Is it because I kissed you, is that the problem?" Suddenly Kiara's hand flung across his face, the slap left a light red mark on John's tan face.

"Oh!"

"Oh shit."

"That echoed dude, like I heard it from here."

"Bitch, I felt it in my soul." The three quietly commented as they watched from afar like it was a fight between two high school girls in the cafeteria.

"Stop treating me like like some girl that's obsessed with you, instead of your best friend that's actually trying to look out for you."

"Did you, uh, hit me." John B looked at girl with annoyance, Sierra slapped JJ's arm in anticipation.

"Skeeter." She held up her hand, one tiny dot in the center of her hand that showed the annoying mosquitoes that had been following them.

"Skeeter?" John questioned as he raised a brow.

"Yeah, you see it."

"Yeah." John slapped her left cheek which caused Sierra to flinch in surprise.

"Okay, now, hold on, hold on." Sierra put her hand out to make sure nothing else happened, but Kiara raised her head high up.

"Where's your proof?"

"Skeeter." He raised his hand as the girl shined the light on it, the same tiny dot in the center of his palm was seen.

Sierra glanced towards JJ and noticed something on his arm, immediately the back of her hand went up and slapped his bicep. A little too harshly, she had to admit. "Ow! Fuck, Si, what the hell was that for!?"

"Shit, my bad, Skeeter." She held the back of her hand towards him, "See."

"Right, right." The boy boy slapped her thigh as she rubbed it in pain. "Skeeter."

"Thank you, bitchass." She turned away towards the only boy in the group with a functioning brain. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Looking for water." The boy replied as his eyes scanned the room like a robot, his light shined on the many spiderwebs around the room and coat of dust covering the abandoned things. The constant buzz agitated them as they swatted away any of the blood-sucking insects that came near, "Why is there so many mosquitoes in a basement?"

"Dude, I know, seriously." JJ replied, "Tiny vampire bats, just leave me alone." He slapped away another one and groan, "Oh my gosh, okay, can we leave, 'cause I'm already itchin'...to leave." He chuckled at his own joke. "Punny."

"That's a good one." Sierra laughed her attention being grabbed by the blonde instead of helping Pope investigate.

"Right." JJ agreed as he reached behind him and signaled for the girl to come over. "Look, I found Mrs. Crain's voodoo doll."

"Kinda looks like you." Sierra commented as she grabbed it from his hand, "Same creepy blue eyes."

"My eyes, are luscious, thank you very much."

"They're terrifying, imagine that staring at you while you sleep." Sierra laughed, "Edward Cullen vibes."

Loud movement began to come from Pope's side as he quickly removed the old wooden planks. "Guys!"

"Pope!"

"Sh!"

"Shut up."

The boy didn't listen to any of the noise complaints as he looked at his friends, "Help me move this."

"Okay, just..be quiet."

The Pogue's moved away any object blocking what looked like a well, though the loudness definitely blew whatever cover they had. All together, like a cartoon, they leaned in to look into the well, it stank which caused Sierra to cover her nose.

Pope smiled, "Well, well, well"

"That was a good dad joke." John muttered as he looked down at curiously.

"They build this part of the house right over it." Kiara informed quietly, nobody dared to make more noise since the shock was still trying to calm down.

"This were she hid the bodies." JJ whispered causing Pope to groan and smack his chest.

"Dude, come on!" Pope whisper-shouted, as if his nerves weren't already sky high, the blonde never seemed to help, more so..add on.

"Stop." Kiara whined fearfully, "Stop it."

"I'm dead serious!"

"Yup, just like those bodies laying down there right now." Sierra joked as Kiara slapped her arm.

"Bitch, shut the fuck up before I push you into this well so you can see the goddamn bodies for yourself." Kiara threatened as Sierra simply giggled.

—

SIERRA WASNT SURE TOO SURE IF she liked the idea that John B had conjured up in his brain. It was known to all of the Pogue's that Kiara hated Sarah Cameron, both of them being enemies since last year. Now, as the blonde sat on the old couch, Sierra could already see all the possible outcomes. Both of them reconciling wasn't one.

  "No effing way!" Kiara shouted angrily, her shoes clanking against the old wood as she entered. "You brought her here, so what, she's in on this now?"

  "Kie, calm down." Sierra attempted to reason with a comforting hand on her shoulder, without saying anything the curly-haired her shrugged her hand off. "Okay then."

  "Look, all I care about is her cut comes out of your share." JJ pointed towards John, his tone careless and unamused.

  "You know, I don't remember taking a vote, this is our thing, a Pogue thing." She made sure to emphasize the word Pogue and glared at Sarah, the blonde had to bite her lip so she didn't retaliate with some snarky comment.

  "I gotta say, I'm just a tad uncomfortable with all this." Pope pipped up as Sierra rolled her eyes

  "Bad idea to throw more gas at the fire, Pope."

  "Thank you!"

  "When are you not!" John argued, he had a good point, with Pope's consistent anxiety he never seemed to stop being paranoid or seeming uncomfortable.

  "I don't know, I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably." He snapped back as JJ nodded in agreement.

  "It's true, most relaxed I've ever seen him."

  "That's cute, guys." John B murmured sarcastically, looking away in annoyance.

  "You know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her."

  "Stop talking to me like I'm not here!"

  "Then Leave!"

  "I told you." Sarah scoffed as she turned towards John B.

  "Told him what, exactly, that your a liar?"

  "No, that your a shit-talking bitch." Sarah shouted back aggressively as JJ and Pope gasped quietly, exchanging money as they watched the fight continue in front of them. Voices overlapped each other in fury as the argument between Kiara and Sarah grew more viscous along with Pope and JJ betting on who would win, it gave Sierra the biggest headache. She hated shouting voices, she was all too familiar with them, whether it was just one person or a whole group she despise them

  "When have I ever lied to you?"

  "You know, when you get somebody close to you for like a month—"

  "I didn't lie about shit!"

  "Everybody shut up!" John B shouted with a frustrated tone, he looked towards Kiara, "Kie, you're my bestfriend, right?" She stubbornly didn't reply as she crossed her arms, John then looked towards the girl next to him, "And Sarah you're...you're my.." He paused for a moment:

  "Say it." Sarah whispered as the brunette smiled.

  "You're my girlfriend."

  "Ohh...that's new." Pope mumbled as Sierra pinched the bridge of her nose, as if the situation couldn't have gotten worse.

  "She's your girlfriend now?" Kiara scoffed as Sarah looked up at her proudly, "What was all that talk about you were just using her for information, get a map, cut her loose?"

  Sierra couldn't argue with that, those exact words came out of his mouth even after she had warned him about the cruel affects of that sentence.

  "You said you were using me?" Sarah mumbled in disbelief, she felt betrayed, she had full trust in him, it was that exact same trust that lead her to here. Now they are all sitting here, fighting, and the truth comes out.

  "No."

  "Yeah, you did." Sierra corrected, "I told you."

  "Look, love just walked in, okay!" John argued loudly causing Sierra to cringe, that was the most corny sentence ever spoke in her presence, coming from her and JJ's flirting it made her want to vomit. "I didn't expect it just—it just happened, and I'm not gonna deny it, right?"

  "That's corny ." Pope mumbled quietly.

  "Look, cut the bullshit John B, if she's in, i'm out." Kiara said seriously which caused Sierra to stand from her leaning position.

  "Kiara, no."

  "Sierra, you've been awfully quiet what do you think. Should John B choose me or Sarah." Kiara suddenly said as all eyes fell on her, she felt tears begin to form in her eye's

  "Are fucking serious?" Sierra began incredulously, "You're willing to risk our friendship, and opportunity that can change all of our shitty lives for some petty high school drama?" Sierra yelled angrily as Kiara stepped back in shock, "Stop it, become the mature teenager that you fucking are because it stupid how much your ego is blinding you, you want him to choose when he really shouldn't have to, you could put up with Sarah until he get the gold then you can go back to hating her. Instead, you want to like a child." Sierra paused at her own harshness, her breaths becoming rapid as she stepped away and pushed the screen door open, he footsteps trudged through the overgrown grass and towards the dock. The falling tears immediately getting removed from her cheek as she swiped them away, she wasn't too mean, was she? Should she turn back and apologize? Or maybe she was right, but what if she wasn't?

  Either way she sat onto the edge of the dock, her legs dangling down, just barley skimming the water. Her elbows fell on her thighs as hands supported her head, her eyes screwed shut, she pulled at her hair in distress, she was going to have a panic attack. But she didn't, the loud footsteps didn't seem to get her attention, it was the arms that wrapped around her, she could already tell who it was without even looking up. Her quick breaths slowed, the pounding heartbeat normalized as she finally open her eyes, multiple tear droplets fell onto his shirt.

  "I wanna go home." Sierra mumbled as JJ softly kissed the top of her head and rubbed soft shapes on her arm.

  "Then we can go home, princess." JJ whispered back as he slowly stood up, he helped her up as well and the two went off. The chateau wasn't far from Sierra's own house, the two could walk, Sierra kept her head low, JJ squeezed her hand every now and then, he hated seeing her like this, so he did the one thing he was best at, making jokes. The whole way Sierra giggled and laughed till her stomach hurt, until the tears of sadness turned into ones of joy, until the stupid grin couldn't leave her lips.

  JJ felt a weird sensation ripple through his stomach as he watched her smile up at him, it became worse when she planted a soft kiss onto his cheek. They arrived at the small blue and white home, Sierra looked towards him and tugged his arm. "Let's have a sleepover, it'll be fun." She winked as she pushed open the door.

—

  "What if I showed you something?" Sierra mumbled towards the boy as they entered her room, "Something I've never shown anyone?"

  "And what is that?"

  "Come on." She slid open the closet door and climbed up onto a wooden stool sitting in the corner, she slightly crouched so her head didn't hit the ceiling. Her hands trailed along the top till she felt a small lock, she grinned and twisted it open, she push up the small door causing small bits of dust to fall onto her head. "Up, up and away we go." She said towards JJ who watched in confusion, she climbed up the small opening and smelt the salty, crisp air. JJ reluctantly followed behind her and nearly fell of the stool but managed to hold on, he felt the soft wind blow into his messy hair, his head turned till he say Sierra laying comfortably, her head facing up at the dark sky.

  "Are we on your roof?" JJ questioned as Sierra looked at him and nodded, "Cool."

  "Dad built it after he divorced my mom, it was a way to distract me from everything, I loved coming home from the three days of hell at mom's and just watching the sunset with my dad." Sierra explained, a small smile building up onto her features. "No many people have made me feel that same type of euphoria, except you."

  "Oh, really?" JJ questioned with a small grin as his eyes flickered onto her lips. "Have I ever told you how pretty you are."

  "A million times, J."

  "Well, you are, like I can't find one flaw about you." JJ argued as Sierra blushed, "Your hair, your eyes, your ass, like everything is perfect."

  "Oh, shut up before I kiss you."

  JJ continued as his tone became deeper and quiet, his eyes grew dark with lust, he began tracing all the placing he thought were perfect. "Your thighs, your hips, your neck." Sierra's breath hitched when she felt him press soft kisses onto her neck, then they became harsher, he trailed one hand under her shirt, she shivered at the cold rings pressing against her stomach.

  "Do you think that heading inside would be better, my love?" Sierra questioned as she lifted his chin gently from her neck, he nodded slowly.

—

  Sierra did not feel like getting up, but she forced herself to, she pushed passed the pain in her legs and stood up when the constant knocking on the door would not stop. She threw on nearby shorts and a tank top and answered the door, Pope stood with a sheepish smile as Sierra glared back at him.

  "What do you want."

  "Morning to you too." He eyes kept glancing down at her neck, probably scanning the many purple marks scattered all over her neck. "Uh, JB and JJ are having some trouble with the boat, we need you and your, y'know, smartness."

  "Pope, it's too early for this shit." Sierra turned away but Pope quickly followed after her.

  "No, please, we really need your help." Pope pleaded, "JJ's a little lonely."

  "Lonely, after last night." Sierra chuckled as she dug through her drawer for some clothes.

  "Didn't need to know that." Pope scrunched his nose in disgust, "That's in my brain now."

  "Fine, I'll come and help you." Sierra turned back towards Pope to see a gleaming smile, he quietly murmured some words of triumphant. "Now, shoo, I've gotta get dressed."

  "Great, cool, I'll wait at the dock." The boy ran out the room as Sierra rubbed her eyes and fixed up as much as she could. Her hair was a complete mess, hickey's scattered on her body, her thighs slightly trembled, and her energy was low. Her footsteps quietly walked towards the dock and onto the boat, she didn't even realize Kiara awkwardly eyeing her. "Okay, so, we're going." 

  Sierra lazily rested her chin at the palm of her hand and zoned out till the boat stopped, they sat beside Heyward's boat. "Mommy to the rescue." Sierra muttered as she climbed onto the boat, Kiara following soon after. "What did you two goons do." The brunette called out to John and JJ crouched by the boats mechanical things.

  "Uh, alternator's, uh, not alternating anymore." JJ replied glancing up as John turned towards the two girls in a ridiculous hat.

  "It's not charged." The boy added as Sierra ran a hand through her hair.

  "Did you check the plugs?" Kiara finally spoke up and stepped towards the boys, Sierra wasn't in the mood for an argument so she moved to the side.

  "No, no, you should check 'em, you know, give it a whirl" John mumbled as JJ passing a screwdriver to the brunette girl, the two quickly began to walk away. JJ, although made sure to plant a soft kiss on Sierra's lips before following John.

  "You guys are useless." Kiara muttered as she crouched down to observe what was wrong with the boat soon realizing that there was plugs weren't there at all. "Uh...is this a joke, there aren't plugs, like, at all."

  Sierra heard a few whispers as she furrowed her brows and turned around, before she could do anything a loud banging and shouting came from below her feet. Sierra stepped aside and bent down to open the compartment, Sarah was the one to meet her eye as Kiara also joined her and groan at the sight of the blonde, the boys were already a few feet away from them in a actual working boat, leaving them stranded.

  "What the fuck!" Sarah yelled as she swiftly climbed out the small compartment and onto the boat. Kiara looked furious as she ran to edge of the boat.

  "What the hell, guys!"

  "Are you serious?"

  "Are you joking? Get your asses over here!"

  "We can't, not till you figure it all out!"

  "I will kill every single on of you!"

  "Y-You can't just leave!"

  "Oh, Christ almighty." Sierra whispered, she knew the night to come was going to be nothing but stressful, unless the two actually become friends.

  "There's food in the cabinet, and JJ rolled a   blunt!" Pope shouted as if those things we're gonna make a situation better.

  "Hydroponic!" JJ added as he stood at the top of the HMS pogue, he did feel slightly guilty for leaving Sierra with the two girls who were enemies, but it had to be done.

  "This is ridiculous." Sarah muttered spitefully as she stripped down to her expensive floral bikini, the two continued spitting insults at each other until Sarah jumped into the water. Kiara watched with an annoyed expression as Sierra simply lied down to try and get some more sleep in her, but she rose up groggily when she heard Sarah scream loudly.

  "What?"

  It was obvious Kiara would most likely not do anything to help so Sierra stepped out the boat cabin, the blonde swiftly swam towards the latter in a panic. "I got stung by a jellyfish!" Sarah informed, "Shit!"

  "Dramatic." Kiara rolled her eyes as the Cameron girl whimpered, Sierra sighed and walked towards the edge of the boat, she offered a hand towards Sarah.

  "Thanks." She breathed heavily, her shaky hand gripped Sierra's as she pulled her up onto the boat. Sarah looked down at the crimson red mark covering her left side

  "Well, you swam right into a Man-o-war, I don't know what you thought was gonna happen." Kiara informed in a monotone voice as Sarah collapsed onto the boat floor in pain.

  "Thanks so much for your effort, Kie, it really helps." Sierra remarked sarcastically as she crouched down beside Sarah.

  "Hey, Sierra, you know what they say....about curing jellyfish stings?" Sarah panted, "You have to pee on me."

  "That's actually false." Sierra corrected quietly as she stood up, "I'm going to go get the first aid kit, and a blunt."

  "At least we've got one person with common sense with us." Kiara muttered, without even looking back Sierra knew that she had rolled her eyes, that was the tenth time that day.

  "Did you know that it was common sense to not roll your eyes so much or they would get stuck in the back of your head." Sierra snapped back as she grabbed the small box with a Red Cross painted onto the top, she smiled innocently at Kiara's annoyed expression.