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BIG, BIG DIFFERENCE
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   The first time Sonny stole something, she was nine.

It wasn't anything exciting. Just one of Topper's little Star Wars action figures, a tiny little Luke Skywalker. She'd never cared for the movies, and there was no real reason to take it, but when she looked at it her brain just kinda went that's cool and it's mine now. So she took it.

She still had it, too.

It sat in a box under her bed, collecting dust, and most of the time she forgot it was even there.

But, still, Sonny couldn't bring herself to throw it away. It was like a little keepsake, a memory, and while she had never been particularly sentimental, Sonny liked having it there. It was something she was proud of, in a weird way. Maybe she was a total kleptomaniac and that was why. After all, the box was filled with a few other little trinkets she'd stolen— just a couple bits and bobs, here and there. Things that the owner had never actually needed.

Sonny had stolen things before.

Pope, however, had not.

"Pope, we're not stealing it," John B told him, "We're just borrowing it, okay?"

   Sonny scoffed, well that was a downright lie.

They were definitely stealing it. Even if they'd intended to maybe bring it back eventually. After all, they needed it. The drone was the only thing that could get them the money and has a feeling it would prove plenty more useful with them, five thieving kids, than it ever would be sitting in a shed in a gross impound yard, totally unused.

When you put it that way, Sonny decided they were really just doing it a favour.

Right?

"It'll be fine," John B shrugged.

It wasn't convincing, but she figured he was just trying his hardest to keep Pope from panicking— unlike JJ, who sat in the back of the twinkie, slowly rolling the joint in his hands.

Scratch that, he was definitely trying harder than JJ.

   Pope sighed softly.

"Humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality," he told them, shrugging.

    "Woah," John B looked impressed, peering back at him in the mirror. "Did you come up with that?"

Sonny rolled her eyes. Everything that came out his mouth just proved that they were all idiots and still finding new ways of proving it everyday.

   Only Kiara seemed put together.

    "It's Albert Bernstein, assbag." Sonny kicked her feat onto the dash, tapping her converse at the toes. "Don't you read?"

   She watched John B's lips part, forming an O. He actually looked a bit embarrassed, with his cheeks pink as he cleared his throat and tried to focus on driving. Sonny smirked. The urge to say something very snide like cat gotcha tongue? brewed at the back of her throat, but she held herself back when his eyes flickered over to her again.

   He rose a brow, "Y'know what, Penbrook?"

    "What, Booker?"

   John B looked back at the road for a second before one of his hands reached out, slapping her bare leg loud enough to echo through the van. She gawped.

    "What the fuck?!" She seethed, rubbing at the red patch. "You're such a little—"

    "Seriously?" Kiara sighed, "John B."

   The boy frowned at her, holding out a hand like he hadn't done anything wrong.

   While Kiara shook her head, lost for words, Sonny fumed from the passenger seat. She was totally silent but her angry face said it all. She was pissed, glaring at him as hard as was possible, though she didn't react any other way. Just scowled and sank down in her seat.

   For some reason, John B had decided to take Sonny under his wing or something. Which was kinda weird, since he was younger than her by an entire month and it wasn't as if they had known each other for long. But with all the shit that had happened the night before, John B seemed very taken to her. Even if she was a newbie with a bad attitude and personality problems. There was something about Sonny Penbrook that John B clicked with, maybe with all the grief and DCS crap. It was rare to find somebody that actually understood all the shittiest parts of your shitty life.

   Although she wouldn't admit it, Sonny figured she felt the same. And, as much as she hated saying it, John B wasn't all that bad. None of them were, really.

   But she would never tell them that — not when they were alive to actually hear it.

    "Bernstein came up with it," Pope told them, nodding in effort to confirm Sonny's words. She seemed to be the only personal with an actual brain capacity, enough to take in old and enigmatic quotes like him. Though, the way she recited them was cool and mysterious. When Pope did it, it was odd and nerdy. "But it still applies."

   From the backseats, JJ concentrated on rolling.

   The paper wasn't his friend today, so he tossed it aside in irritation. He took in a breath and picked it back up, trying not to lose his mind.

   It was just a spliff. What was he getting so angry about? JJ was usually a king at rolling any shit he could get his hands on, so he couldn't understand why, right now, it was the total opposite. Maybe it had something to do with the noise and Pope's nerdiness.

    "So, which is it?" Pope quizzed, "Fantasy, or reality?"

JJ didn't take his eyes away from his joint but asked, "Why are you so weird, Pope?"

"It's not weird," Sonny said.

   She wondered how it was possible for the blonde to be so focused on his papers yet fully able to pitch in his two cents where it wasn't wanted. Apparently JJ could multi-task, who knew? She didn't, that was for sure.

    "It's Bernstein," she told him pointedly.

"Bernstein's a loser."

"You know who's a loser, JJ?" Sonny didn't even turn her head to look at him, her shades over her eyes. Both of them had bad attitudes, but especially today. JJ seemed bitter and that only made Sonny worse because two could play at that game. "That kid who fails all his classes, 'cause he's too busy skipping and smoking weed."

"You hear that, JB?" JJ said, "You're a fuckin' loser."

John B pulled a face, "Yeah, good one JJ."

"Hey, it's the wise words of little Miss Sondra Penbrook, dude." Shrugging his shoulders, still focused on his spliff, JJ antagonise her. "And who am I to argue with Kook royalty?"

Finally, Sonny swung round and raised her sunglasses, her glare shooting lasers through his back.

   She wanted to kill him. Was it wrong to kill him? Maybe it would create more problems than it would solve, but Sonny would feel way better for it.

   From the edge of her vision, she saw John B press his lips and shake his head, like it wasn't worth it. And while Sonny didn't let anyone tell her what to do, because she was no one's bitch, she set her jaw and turned around. Resting her folded arms on the edge of the open window, chin sat on her hands and eyes shut beneath her sunglasses, she let out a sigh. The feeling of the breeze in her hair was nice. So she focused on that instead of the ways she could best kill JJ without anyone finding out about it.

   He was trying to get under her skin.

She knew he was. As if this was all just a big game of Kook versus Pogues, all over again.

Weren't they getting past that?

   Sure, her and JJ always bickered. And she didn't care what he called her, but he hadn't been this blunt since Sonny hung out with Topper. Why the switch up?

Not that she cared. Actually, Sonny couldn't care less about how JJ wanted to talk to her, even if it was like dirt. He could not talk to her, for all share cared; it wasn't like she gave a shit about him anyway. Not beyond locating the Royal Merchant, securing the money.

    "Hey," Kiara whispered.

She nudged JJ's leg with her own and sent him a stare that asked him to share his beef with the class, reveal why he was acting like an asshole. But JJ didn't have anything to say. Not worthwhile, anyway. There wasn't a single thing on his mind that was bothering him — not that he knew of anyway. What was he supposed to tell her? Some made up shit about being angry at the world? Feeling misunderstood? Threatened by a Kook who was rich and smart?

   That wasn't how JJ Maybank rolled.

   When things bothered him, he didn't speak them through. Even if he was a yapper when it came to everything else. So, instead of saying anything, JJ continued to roll his blunt and ran his tongue across the edge of his paper. It finally stuck. A sigh of relief left him.

   About damn time.

   Tucking his blunt behind his ear, JJ routed through his bag and pockets for his zippo. It was his favourite lighter; had his name on and everything.

To cut the silence, Kiara finally spoke up.

    "It's fantasy," she told Pope, shrugging once as she looked around, "But possible reality."

"Reality."

They looked at John B, intrigued.

"Virtual reality..." JJ muttered, flicking his lighter.

   Pope, Kiara and John B awaited Sonny's answer, turning and watching her. She didn't face them.

   JJ tried to focus on tracing his finger over two Js etched in the surface of his zippo. It was the best gift he'd ever had. A present from his best Pogues.

Sonny's eyes stayed on the window.

    "Fantasy," she said flatly.

An awkward surfaced in the camper. Things had been so good yesterday — well, not good for John B but good for the group as a unit — and now, it felt like that divide was back. The one that had always separated them until now, the one that kept Sonny at arms length.

Just as JJ went to light his blunt, hoping to get away from their tension (and the fact it was mostly his fault) Pope swiftly plucked it from his hands and tossed it.

  "Keep the signal clear," he said.

"Ya know what your problem is?" JJ frowned.

Pope guessed, "You?"

"No! It's that you need to relax, man." The blonde said as John B stopped the van for Kiara to climb out. Sonny rolled her eyes at their bickering, choosing to focus on Kiara as she stopped by the window. "You're always so tense! Loosen up!"

"I'm not too tense!"

Nah— Pope was totally too tense.

"Hey, don't worry." John B told Kiara, ignoring the two in the back, "You got this."

"Not me that I'm worried about," Kiara replied.

   Kiara grinned, gesturing to the duo in the back while she walked backwards. Eventually she span, heading for the car she had borrowed her father for the day.

   It had the HSM POGUE on the back and was part of their plan. Maybe that plan was rushed, but it should work. If any of them could play it off, it would be Kiara — the boys were useless anyway, and Sonny was far better at swiping shit than acting like a damsel in distress. Plus, Kiara had those fluttery eyes, the kinda men loved.

John B sighed, "Let's just hope this works."

"It'll work," Sonny told him.

He turned around, ready to argue a what if, but stopped as he stared at her. She looked certain.

John B just nodded.

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"How's it going with Kiara?"

Sonny frowned. Boy talk wasn't how she planned to spend the time they spent crouched behind a stack of pellet boards, watching from afar as Kiara got the attention of the gullible prick who owned this dump. She had said something about a flat tyre she'd gotten while driving, when actually it was just a hole that Sonny and Kiara had punctured with a hair pin. It was a good lie though.

"Uh..." John B trailed, sounding awkward.

Sonny kept facing ahead to watch Kiara, though her eyes briefly flitted to look at the boys.

John B and Kiara?

Sonny didn't really see it.

"It's not awkward or weird, or anything..." John trailed off, which told them all that was still weird and awkward. Clearly Kiara turned him down. "...yeah."

"Honestly I did not think you were gonna actually listen to me, man." JJ snickered, "I was a hundred percent sure she was into you," he shrugged, turning back for watch Kiara. "Pope would agree with me."

Pope pulled a face, "Eh."

"Sounds rough, Booker." Sonny mocked. They all looked over, watching her longer than intended. Her sunglasses still covered her eyes, "Take a picture, losers."

They all snapped out of it, mumbling apologies.

The four teenagers watched the owner walk back into his office, if you could even call it one, as Kiara casually turned around to send them a smile. It looked liked everything was going to plan, judging by her confident stance, which made them all feel the same. They could totally pull this off. They just had to be fast and quiet.

Which was harder for some than others.

"So, Kie..." JJ started.

"Yeah," Pope nodded, trying to sound curious. "She, like, definitely gave you the Heisman?"

"No question." John B told him.

"Hm..." the boy muttered to himself, not averting his eyes from Kiara. "Maybe she's just into somebody else."

That time, they all turned to look at him.

Was he trying to be subtle?

   Before she could roll her eyes, bored of hearing about the crushes they had on Kie, the girl started flirting with the guy when he returned, twirling her hair. She showed him where the puncture was in her tyre, successfully standing in a place where he couldn't see past her.

It was go time.

"Go!" Sonny hissed, already shooting up from the ground and making a run for the slowly closing gates. She was quick, leaving them behind. "Let's go, assholes!"

After a still moment, each boy jumped up and ran after the girl, all in a line, trying to be as quiet as they could but equally as fast. It wasn't far to the gates, but if they didn't get through in time, they missed their chance.

Sonny slipped through the gap first, then John B and JJ as Pope took up the rear.

He only just made it, almost losing another set of shorts in the process. John B teased him about the memory quietly as Sonny looked around, taking a step back so JJ could lead the way. He was the only one who knew where they were headed and while she didn't feel like following him around like a fool, she had no other choice. It was up to him to take them to the drone, so she grit her teeth and fell into line with John B and Pope as they hurried after him.

When they made it to their destination, the group slowed down, taking in long breaths of air. JJ grabbed the lock and started to turn the dial, entering a set of numbers that he'd scribbled on a scrap of paper from his pocket. While he got busy, Sonny looked at John B, her eyes lingering on his now exposed chest. Seriously?

"Button up your shirt, Tarzan." She hissed.

He frowned at her.

"What the—" JJ groaned.

He jiggled the lock with his hand. They all turned to face him, watching the scene skeptically.

"Do you have the right numbers?" Pope asked.

"Alright..." he sucked on his teeth and stepped away from the lock, sighing through his nose. JJ shrugged reluctantly, a guilty smile on his face as they stared, "Okay so I might have the wrong numbers—"

They all sent him mean glares.

"Dammit, JJ!"

"Yeah," Sonny scoffed, "Good job, Sherlock."

"Hey, I'm fucking trying!"

   John B went to argue, but was cut off by a loud bark.

The teenagers froze, slowly turning around and watching a dog round the corner, baring its sharp teeth. It was quiet for a long moment before it barked again.

The boys jumped back in fear.

    "That's a cougar!" John B hissed, turning on his heel and bolting, "Never mind!"

Sonny watched him go, a cougar? Really?

    "Hi..." JJ spoke calmly, stepping closer, but the dog took a snap at him. The boy stumbled back, not wanting it to make a lunch out of his fingers, then danced on his feet as he made a break for it like John B. "No, stay there! Good boy! No— you stay, you're okay boy! Stay!"

He pausdd to look at Pope and Sonny, who were still stood watching the dog warily. "Guys! Run!"

   Pope jumped into action. He swiped a pipe from the floor and started to swing haphazardly, not really wanting to hurt the dog but not wanting to lose a limb either.

"Back off, doggy! Back off!"

   Sonny stared at him, eye twitching. Thinking on the spot — which, maybe if he hadn't, he would've come up with an idea that didn't suck — JJ grabbed a cloth from the toolbox on the ground, waving it like a flag to signal surrender. Except those flags were usually white and this one was red, ending up more of a bull fight than a peaceful truce. Still, he waved it around, catching the dog's attention.

    "I got a toy, boy! Wait, no— I was just kidding!" JJ yelled when the dog sprung away from Pope and lunged at him, a squeak coming from the very back of his throat. "Shit! Shit! Okay— uh, sit! Sit, boy!"

   If the barking hadn't caused a scene then the way the boys squealed as they ran definitely did.

   While they dashed in different directions, Sonny stayed in her spot, now alone at the locked garage with no numbers to try and get inside. She sighed.

    "Idiots," she murmured.

   Sonny turned on her heel and slipped her glasses to sit on her head, inspecting the lock, a knot in her brow. She let out an involuntary hum as she took a pin from her hair, letting a strand fall into her face. Casting a breath out to push it aside and clear her vision, Sonny jammed the hair pin in the lock, giving it a wiggle. Every few seconds she would turn to make sure nobody crept up on her, not even the dog, but it still felt like it was taking too long. Kiara was good. She didn't doubt that, but there was only so much noise someone could ignore before getting suspicious.

    "Okay..." she muttered, looking around. When she spotted the pipe Pope had dropped, she quirked a brow. "Okay, time for a new plan."

   She swiped it from the floor and held it in her hands, eyes squinted as she sized it up.

   Yeah, she thought, that should do it.

   Sonny nodded to herself and took in a breath, raising the pipe up above her shoulder. With a quick swing, she brought the metal down, smacking the lock with force. She winced at the noise, grabbing the lock and giving it a yank but it didn't budge. She cursed quietly.

   As Sonny was about to smack the lock again, a hand shot forwards and gripped the pipe mid-swing. She jumped back and nearly screamed, but the sight of John B diffused it. An irritated sigh passed her, though she supposed she was glad; at least it was only him.

   Still, did he have to scare her shitless?

    "Here," John B told her.

   He slipped it from her palms and nudged her aside. Then, like she had, John B raised it in the air and swung it down as hard as he could. The lock snapped.

   They shared a look. He smirked, clearly proud.

   Sonny scoffed at him.

   Grabbing the lock and throwing it away, Sonny swung the door open with John B's help. They both stepped inside, the boy a little more gingerly, while Sonny didn't seemed all that worried. He briefly wondered how many times she had done something like this before. She must've done, he figured. She was way too good at it.

   Sonny basically glided along the floor, steps light, her eyes bright as they analysed over the interior. It wasn't long before Sonny spotted the drone they were looking for. She made an instant beeline for it, smirking.

    "Bingo."

    "You find it?" John B whispered.

    "Bet," Sonny said, casting him a proud look from over her shoulder. "C'mon, help me."

   Doing as asked, John B hurried over to her and took ahold of the water drone. He grinned at her, "Good work, Sondra."

    "You weren't so good, Booker."

   He rolled his eyes and gave her an elbow to the side. Sonny tutted and pulled her shades back over her eyes, grabbing the line wrapped around the barrel. It was heavy, which wasn't so surprising since it was literally a thousand feet long, but it was nothing Sonny couldn't handle. John B was doing most of the ground work, anyway.

   Together, working in tandem, the two teens slipped out of the yard with the drone in hand.

   Somehow nobody caught them. Not the dog or his owner, despite the man not being stood outside with Kiara. She had been caught out, apparently, but didn't seem too upset when they dumped the drone in the twinkie with Pope's help. He'd bumped into them on the way.

   That only left JJ.

   The group waited a few minutes, debating whether it was better to peel without him, but it wasn't much longer before he finally appeared, looking pleased.

   He came out calmly at first then took off running towards them with a wide grin.

    "Let's fucking go!" He yelled.

   He jumped into the van just as John B took off, and it was then that Sonny noticed his teary eyes and flushed cheeks. It made her frown. JJ wasn't a cryer, she didn't think. Maybe it was all the running from that dog,

   Something in her gut told her otherwise.

   Sonny wasn't sure what, but it was loud and nagging, and she had to pull her eyes away from him before he noticed. It wasn't that she cared. She was just curious. Because, even as he smiled and listened to John B explain how they found the drone, his eyes still shone with unshed tears.

   Sonny pursed her lips.

   She didn't ask.

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