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"She returns!"

   Sonny mock saluted, "Howdy boys."

    "You're chipper," John B mused, squinting as she walked through the door. His face fell when he saw her eyes. "Wait, bird— did you get high?"

JJ shot up, stumbling over his booted feet.

"And you didn't invite me?"

    "Not the point," Pope muttered, giving him a look. While the blonde muttered something about feeling left out, Pope's eyes went back to Sonny— who stood there, arms crossed, a frown on her face. It didn't hold its usual malice though, she just looked kind of annoyed with them, but not the way that she normally did. Pope quirked a lone brow, "Was spending time with Kie seriously that bad?"

   Sonny rolled her eyes.

"No," she said.

It was true. Spending time with Kie hadn't been bad. She actually had a lot of fun with her.

She wasn't going to tell them that, though.

When she'd headed back to the chateau late that evening, she'd expected to let John B know he was an asshole, that he had to ditch Sarah Cameron, then take a nap before having his celebration dinner at the club with Natasha and Ed. She hadn't expected Pope and JJ to still be there, watching a shit movie that JJ had picked out.

   The movie was now paused and the three of them stared, unable to believe Sonny had gone to comfort Kie but they'd gotten high instead. What the fuck?

"Then why—?"

Sonny scoffed, "Just shut it, Heyward."

"Okay..." he dragged.

"Can't believe guys got high without me..." JJ muttered, his words disrupting the awkward quiet.

It wasn't really the point but he didn't think it was fair she went and got high with Kiara first. They weren't friends, four hours ago. Sure, maybe Sonny and JJ weren't friends, but he still thought he would be first choice. Maybe she didn't know about his cousin's cripple.

"We didn't get high," Sonny lied. She made her way into the kitchen, "Got anything to eat?"

    "They totally got high!"

    "JJ," John B gave him a look before standing, making his way over to Sonny. Hands on her shoulders, he walked her over to the couch. "Just... sit down," his words came out in a sigh, "I'll find you something."

    Sonny saluted him again, ignoring his irritated grumbles, and slumped down onto the couch while he tried to find her something from his sparse kitchen cabinets. She plopped her head on Pope's knee, which made him sigh, but he didn't try to push her off. Instead, he patted her head softly, rolling his eyes when she lazily batted at him. After a moment, she gave up and let him continue. He blinked. Maybe high Sonny was also emotionally available Sonny?

JJ poked her cheek.

"So high," he marvelled, grinning.

"Go away."

He shook his head, "Never. This is too good."

"Leave her alone, JJ." John B didn't really sound like he'd meant it as he reappeared with a bag of chips. He handed it to her and she dug in. "So?"

   She frowned.

"So?" She echoed, mouth full.

    "Kiara," John B tried to keep his patience. He shrugged at her, "Did you guys talk?"

    "No, dude, they got high."

    "Yeah," Sonny spoke over JJ, nodding slowly. She watched John B lean forward in his seat, "We talked."

"What did you say?"

    "That you're a moron," she said.

   John B frowned, taken aback, but didn't really dwell on it. He knew it was fair, he was being a major moron after all. It wasn't really a secret. It wasn't the first time either, he was a moron most days. "And? Then what?"

    "And then we got high."

    "I told you!"

    "We all knew they got high, JJ." Pope criticised, peering at John B, who had thrown his arms in the air as he sank down in his seat, shooting Sonny an exasperated glare. "And we all knew Kie thought you were an idiot. I mean, you brought her worst enemy into the group after lying about it and then you didn't choose her when she asked you to. That's literally what an idiot would do, bro."

    "He speaks the truth," Sonny said.

   He pointed at her, "See?"

"She's high," John B defended. "Doesn't count."

   Pope's face scrunched in denial, but he forgot about it after looking back at Sonny. Her head was still on his legs. "You're high... yo, did you drive here?"

    "Yeah? So?"

    "You're high, Sonny!" Always sensible. "Did you drive Kiara home? In your car?"

    "How else was she supposed to get home?" Sonny asked him, shrugging. When she saw how horrified he looked, she groaned loudly. Sure, driving high after a few drinks wasn't good, but it wasn't like she was the only one to do it. Sonny was certain John B and JJ did that most days. "Don't worry, I've done it before. It's cool."

    "That does not make me feel better!"

    "That's not the point," John B cut in, "The point is, Kie totally still hates me, and she wont work with Sarah 'cause Sonny got her high instead of talking to her."

    "What did you expect?"

    "I'm really not sure Sonny," he narrowed his eyes at her as she laid on the couch, eating her chips with a chilled smile as Pope patted her head — a bit harder, since he was angry she had driven all the way over here.

  JJ sighed, "I'll get the water, bro."

    "To drown her?"

    "To sober her up. She's mashed, dude." JJ shrugged, trying to ignore their raised brows as he headed for the kitchen and opened the fridge. He grabbed a beer and two water bottles, one for Sonny and one for Pope, then knelt down in front of the princess on the couch. "C'mon, princess, humble servant brought you a beverage. Wakey, wakey."

   She grimaced when he tapped her cheek.

    "That's not beer," she said.

    "Beer's the last thing you need right now," JJ snorted. She glared at the water bottle, then snatched it from him to take two long sips, suddenly thirty.

Some of it trailed down her cheek and onto Pope's knee. It made him flinch, wiping his leg and then her cheek. She shot him a mean look and hissed that she wasn't a baby, she was a girl who could take care of herself.

"Coulda fooled me."

   Sonny squinted, "Watch your back, Heyward."

    "Can we stay on track?" John B asked, watching the two grumble at him in response. "Did you at least tell Kie to try and forgive me?"

"Why would I do that?"

    "That was what we sent you to do!"

    "No, you fools sent me to comfort her." Sonny pointed out, "You never said go do my dirty work 'cause I'm a scared little bitch."

    "That was implied," JJ said.

    "Look— I did what you asked. I went to comfort Kie," she sat up. "She was upset and rightfully fucking so, Booker. You fucked up big time, okay? So, no — we didn't talk about your sorry ass, and I didn't lie and say your decision is super fucking hard or whatever. We smoked, drank and in between that, we even made friendship bracelets."

   John B's jaw clenched.

    "Oh? Friendship bracelets?" He asked.

    "Yeah." Sonny lifted her wrist in the air to prove it. John B's eyes rolled. "And we didn't talk about her forgiving you when, honestly? I don't think she should."

    "You don't think she should forgive me?"

    "Did you even say sorry?"

    "Why should I?!"

    "'Cause she's not the problem here!"

    "Then what is the problem?" John B scowled. Sonny gave him a hard stare.

    "You."

    "Okay," Pope drawled out, "Easy on the throttle."

   He gently pushed her to lean back on the couch. It wasn't going to stop an argument from brewing but it was better to try than do nothing at all.

    "What even happened between her and Sarah?" John B asked, tying to figure out why it was such a big deal. Sonny didn't think he should care why. Just that Kiara couldn't get over it like he wanted her to. "Did she at least tell you that?"

    "Maybe," she said.

    "Maybe?"

    "I'm not at liberty to say."

   John B groaned loudly, but Sonny paid him no mind. She wasn't about to spill Kiara's secrets. If he was so desperate to know, he could go and ask Sarah. Sonny wasn't a pro with the whole friendship thing, but she knew Kiara had told her that in confidence. She trusted her with it. She couldn't break that trust already. There was no way.

    "You're such a baby," Sonny told him.

    "Am not!"

    "Are too!"

    "Right, okay, I'm loving this whole brother-sister dynamic," Pope interrupted, "But can we please stay focused? This isn't gonna make Kiara come back."

    "Fine. But you should know, Kie's out." Sonny informed, a shrug in her shoulders. "And if Kie's out then I'm out. And if you were her friend, then you'd ditch Sarah Cameron, okay? No questions asked."

    "Oh, yeah," John B huffed, sourly. "'Cause I forgot you're such besties with Kie now."

    "They do have friendship bracelets..."

   John B sighed. "Yes. Okay. Thank you, Pope."

    "Princess makes a point," JJ threw in, taking the bottle cap off his beer using his teeth and then tossing it into a half-dead potted plant across the room.

   It might've been dying because he pissed in it after one of their keggers, but JJ believed in innocent until proven guilty. No one could even prove it was him.

"Does she?"

"They're not gonna work together, dude." JJ told John B, "You gotta choose and it's a no-brainer: you're picking Kie."

Pope agreed with him.

"I can't make a decision," John B denied.

"So, what?" JJ shrugged,"We're all just dead in the water 'cause you're pussy-whipped?"

"With a Cameron, no less," Sonny muttered.

"You got beef with the Cameron's now?"

"Newsflash, Booker! All rich families have beef with each other," Sonny hissed. It wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't an outright lie either. And she didn't really feel like telling them about her issue with Rafe Cameron, so she just let JJ nod as though he understood it.

"We can't do this shit without Kie," he told him, "And you know that man."

"And I can't do it without Sarah."

"You've known her two days," Sonny scoffed. "And what? You'd go to hell and sell your soul to the devil for her, now?"

"I've known you a week," John B reminded her.

"You know how many times I've saved your ass?" She was about to count them out for him, but he'd already raised his hands in surrender. He knew not to go there. "Too many, so you have to listen to me."

"And what do you suggest?"

    "Ditch her."

John B groaned again.

"John, don't you think things are moving with Sarah a little fast?" Pope tried to be gentle with his words, "You were gone for days, then you come back and tell us Sarah Cameron's in on the gold game? I mean, that's kinda quick dude. That's all I'm saying," he argued.

"Sarah helped find the letter and the map—"

    "So?"

    "So they both have to be in on it," John B said. Sonny was stunned. He really couldn't choose.

"Yeah, well we still gotta think about Benji." JJ's words got them all thinking. He sipped at his beer with a frown, "He let us sneak around, helped us find the well, didn't rat us out. We already promised him a mil. Might as well have promise him our damn houses at this rate."

"We'll think about Benji later," John B dismissed.

"Do we even have our cuts?"

"It doesn't matter right now, JJ! What matters is Kie and Sarah both need to be in on this," he chastised. "I know this was all my fault, alright?"

"About time," Sonny mumbled.

"But it's our problem," he countered.

"I've been in on this lil' shit parade for what? Days?" She asked him, "But I am already sick of all your problems and how they keep becoming our problems."

"Well, guess what?" He shot back at her, a little too smug for her liking. "We're family now so you're just gonna have to deal with it. You don't get to choose. Thems the rules, bird."

Pope sighed, "That doesn't sound ethical."

"I've got a plan," John B ignored their reluctant grunts. It only spurred him on in his blissful ignorance. His plans were always shit, that wasn't a secret— there was always a fight or near-death experiences. "And you three shitheads are gonna help me out— alright?"

"No."

"Do we have to?"

"I'm busy."

"Good teamwork," he remarked, checking the time on his phone. He threw his empty beer bottle aside and clapped his hands, "Right, bird. If I get us home now, you'll have time to take a nap and sober up before Nat and Ed come back. Then we can go to my celebration dinner, act normal. Maybe figure out what to do about Benji Bayview,"

"Can't I nap here?"

"The pullout sucks princess," JJ warned.

Pope frowned.

"You love the pullout?"

"Yeah," JJ agreed with him; "But I'm not used to sleeping on luxury mattresses."

    "Fair game," Sonny nodded.

She pulled herself up and cracked her neck, making the Pogues cringe at the sound. As she headed over to the door, ready to clamber into the twinkie to snore the way back to Figure 8 — she'd come back for her car tomorrow —, she stopped when JJ hollered her back.

    "What?"

    "Did you make us friendship bracelets?" He asked with a surprisingly innocent grin.

   Sonny rolled her eyes and threw them on the table, "Take your pick, assholes."

   The three boys cheered.

   They rushed towards the coffee table, picking up whatever bracelet spoke to them the most. She watched, amused, with her lips twitching up at the corner as they compared each of the beads and the colours. It was just JJ who held his close to his chest, though, clutching it with a smile. Sonny watched a moment longer before leaving.

   "Let's get this show on the road."

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   Benji Bayview was bored.

You know, the rip his eyes out level of bored.

It wasn't that his job was bad. Well, that wasn't quite true — his job was bad, and he hated serving the rich ass Kooks who treated him like trash because he was a waiter. A couple guys he worked with said it was because most waiters lived on the south side, so all the rich bastards just assumed Benji wouldn't be any different. It fucking sucked.

Sure, he thought it was stupid to spit at poor kids like that, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with them just because they had no money, but he just wished those assholes knew he could buy their big ass houses with his allowance in one month alone. Just to wipe off their smug smirks when the table laughed at his uniform.

   They were easily the worst part.

Okay, so serving food and drinks wasn't exactly glamorous, but it was tolerable.

Maybe his boss was a bit of a dick, but not enough to hurt. In fact, his boss liked him. Maybe because Benji was way too charming and charismatic for a sixteen year old boy, and still well-mannered like he was raised.

Plus, he was pretty damn good at his job.

   Considering it was his first, he was a natural. How hard was serving some drinks, anyway?

   He was only there to learn some independence. Benji had never been one of the spoilt rich kids to punch walls when he got denied a bigger allowance, but his mother and father still thought it would be beneficial to learn how hard money was earned. They wanted the best for him, and he didn't have an actual choice in it, so when the Island Club was looking for a new waiter, Benji got himself down there and smiled like the master manipulator he was. He said he had a ton of waiting experience, showed them how good he was with cocktails — one of his friends back home had a mixologist dad — and he was basically a shoo in.

Easy fucking peasy, right?

For Benji it was.

He had this habit of making everything look easier than it actually was. He wasn't sure how. Things just worked out for him when he needed them to.

"Bayview, drinks order for table five."

He smiled tightly, "On it."

Bella, the waitress who'd given him the order, smiled and placed it on the bar.

He took a look and then prepped the glasses, relying on a long history of underage drinking to know the recipes. That was probably bad but Benji glossed over it, deciding that the quicker he got the order done, the sooner he could go home and think about other things.

Like Pope Heyward and the well.

Pope was cute.

So was the idea of getting a million dollars.

"Benji Bayview!" A familiar voice pulled him out from his thoughts, "Fancy seeing you here."

Benji looked up and grinned.

"I work here," he said, watching John B and Sonny make their way over to the bar. They were dressed pretty nicely, a lot nicer than Benji thought John B could even afford, since the boy wasn't rich, but Benji wasn't complaining. He was a good looking dude, especially in a dress shirt. Benji had to try and remind himself that John B wasn't available. He'd seen Kiara fight him about it. "What's your excuse, slick? I didn't think this was your scene."

"Yeah well, you're not wrong." John B shrugged, resting up against the bar. "Sonny had to stop security kicking me out. Didn't let me through the door."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! She showed 'em all up."

"Sure," Sonny rolled her eyes, somewhat amused by it. "I showed 'em who's boss."

Benji chuckled, "Don't doubt that."

"Actually," John B leant in closer, peering around to make sure nobody was listening. "We're here on business. Like, the top secret kind of business."

"Business?"

"Yup," John B smiled.

"Like, CIA level?"

"Mhm."

Sonny scoffed at them, "You're both idiots."

"Better to be an idiot than boring," Benji said, optimistic and positive as ever. Sonny found it weird that a person was able to act so cheerful all the time.

"Too right," John B agreed with him. "Okay, so— we're actually here for a dinner with her folks, they kinda fostered me the other day—"

"Oh, congrats dude!"

"Thank you," John B gently punched Benji's shoulder, a soft look in his eyes. "But we thought it'd be a good idea for the three of us to talk, you know? About..." he checked the coast was clear again, "...the well."

Benji almost dropped the vodka.

His brows jumped and he tried to hide his excitement, but Sonny and John B could see his eager grin. "Oh. That kinda top secret business..."

They nodded.

"Walk with me," he said as he placed the drinks onto his tray, holding them with one hand. Sonny and John B slowly followed him as he served them to a table of Kooks, acting like they weren't waiting for Benji specifically, but a staff member in general.

Benji smiled at the table.

"Now you enjoy those guys," he said.

"Thanks," a young girl smiled, fluttering her lashes. His cheeks went red.

Unsure of what else to do, Benji winked and left before it was noticed by her father. He beamed at Sonny and John B, who watched with humoured eyes.

"What was that?" Sonny asked.

John B laughed quietly, "The Bayview Special?"

"Maybe," Benji waved them off, smiling despite the warm embarrassment in his cheeks. He flipped his tray over in the palms of his hands and checked on a few tables, meeting up with them after. "Now lay it on me."

"We're still planning on getting the gold," John B said as they all went back to the bar.

"Great!"

A few people looked over.

"But—" John B grimaced, "We've had a little hitch in the road. It's kinda delayed everything."

"Not great," Benji said.

"What Booker means is he's an asshole and Kie's trying to boycott the whole thing." Sonny glared at John B, "And she's right to because he is an asshole."

Benji blinked, "Bro, is this about Sarah?"

"You know Sarah?"

"No, but you guys were yelling about her right in front of my face. I'm a good listener," Benji shrugged. "So the gold's off until Kiara's back in?" They nodded. "Okay. Well, is she gonna be hard to win back over?"

"You've got no idea," Sonny sighed.

"But we've got a plan. We're working on it," John B tried his best to make everything sound good. Like he was all over it, ready to fix it with his own two hands. Benji knew a lot of people like him but the difference was he actually believed it this time. Maybe that was just the kinda effect John B had on people. He could win them over without trying. "And once it all comes together and Kie's back on board..." John B's eyes went to Sonny. She nodded at him. "We're gonna need your help, Benji Bayview."

Benji paused.

He looked between them, then down at the bottles in front of him as he thought about it.

They needed his help?

Benji wasn't sure when someone last needed his help. Just his little brother, who was a total demon, but actually liked it when Benji was there to do as he asked.

Back on the mainland, Benji wasn't asked for help often. Not because he was incapable of helping, but because he'd always been a good kid. Never stepped out of line, tried his best to make his parents proud of him. He was the kind of boy who helped people with their homework when it was a little late, not fishing out gold from an old lady's well. There was a different side to Benji, though. One that loved getting into trouble, getting his hands dirty.

A side that loved people needing him.

Sonny and John B needed him. That much was clear.

He could see it in their eyes as they watched, trying to find out what he was thinking.

But they wouldn't — because Benji wasn't really thinking about anything. It was a no brainer. Sure, it could cause him some trouble if they got caught, but honestly? Benji was too fucking bored to really give a shit.

His job was a bore, it was the middle of summer, and this was his chance to make friends.

What did he have to lose?

"I'm in."

The duo blinked.

They were surprised, unsure of what to say. They hadn't really expected him to agree so easily. No bribery, no lying. Benji didn't even ask for details.

They shared a look, then smiled at him.

He smiled right back.

"So," Benji threw his cloth over his shoulder after wiping the counter, "What do I have to do?"

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