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THE START OF
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They dropped Pope home.
His parents weren't around, but Sonny knew that they'd be pissed. They cared about him, after all.
So did her own.
Sonny knew she was lucky. Maybe her time as a foster kid wasn't ideal, and maybe it had left her more fucked up than she ever even realised, but having three parents who adored her was something a lot of kids would die to have. Kids that she knew, too. All over the island.
John B, JJ, even Topper.
Good parents were hard to come by. Maybe she should've appreciated hers more. Gone home and told them. But that would mean going without John B, and she wasn't prepared for that. Not when he was still out on the island somewhere. Not when it was his home too.
"We've been out all night," JJ's yawn pulled her from her thoughts. "He ghosted, bro."
Kie sighed, "He's gotta be somewhere..."
"He'll show up," Benji said.
Logically, they were right. He had to be somewhere and he would show up eventually, but that didn't mean it didn't feel hopeless right now. Like a loose end.
Maybe JJ was right and he had ghosted. Sonny wasn't sure she could blame him, how else were you supposed to react to finding out your girlfriend's dad murdered your own? Other than shooting him dead?
It wouldn't be the first time he disappeared, either. John B had been hiding from DCS for months. He knew how to get over to the mainland without being seen and he knew places to hide from prying eyes. He was a bolter, he was like Sonny. Running was in their nature, and when things got hard, they flew. They didn't know anything else.
Sonny could still remember the first time she ever bolted, back when she was a kid and Cheryl had to bring her back.
She was ambitious back then. Thought she could make a clean getaway. But then she realised she had nowhere to go, like always, and she was thrown into Cheryl's car without a fight. And no matter how many times Sonny ran, that same realisation struck her. It always brought her back. Every time. But it never stopped her from running— she just realised it too late to make a difference.
"I'm tellin' you, he's gone."
"He's not gone," Kiara shot JJ a glare.
Sonny rolled her eyes.
They'd been bickering pointlessly for hours. Kie was still pent up after what Pope said to her and JJ was still bugged that they'd ever argued at all.
They were supposed to be friends, not turning their backs on each other. It was a waste of time. There were at least a dozen other things to worry about, right now. Sure— JJ knew Pope's interview was important, he wanted him to do his best, but he didn't see why him and Kie had to turn it into a drama. They all knew that the second Pogues started to argue, things always fell apart. JJ didn't want that. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle it if they did.
"We should just go back," Sonny finally spoke up, eyes on the rising sun in the distance. "We're not gonna find him, he doesn't wanna be found."
"Maybe he's already there?" Benji suggested. He'd been a lot less talkative since Kiara and Pope's argument. He wasn't usually like that. Not from what they'd seen anyways. "We've been out all night, maybe he went back to the chateau while we were gone?"
"What if he didn't?" Kiara frowned.
"Then maybe he grew wings and he flew away," Sonny sent her an irritated look, "We don't know, Kie."
Kiara looked taken aback by Sonny's comment. Surprised, even, which was weird because Sonny was full of comments like that. Maybe she'd been too nice, lately. Maybe she was totally off her game.
Or maybe Sonny hadn't been off her game. Maybe she'd just been quieter, and that was why Kie hadn't realised how much this whole thing was stressing her out until now. It was easy for everyone to forget John B was Sonny's foster brother now, and even though she liked to act like she didn't care for him in the slightest, they all knew that wasn't true. Sonny did care, she cared about John B more than they all knew, more than she knew. She cared a lot.
They all did.
"We can't just give up," Kie sounded sad.
"We've looked everywhere," Benji told her gently. Kiara's lips pressed together as she looked at him, saying nothing. It was quiet until Benji sighed and turned his attention back to JJ, "Turn us around, sailor."
After a moment, JJ nodded.
"Aye captain," he muttered, manning the wheel. They all settled down as he changed their course, going back to their silence and minding their own business.
Kiara curled into a ball on the bow while Benji pulled his hood over his head, resting his elbow on the rim of the boat with his chin in his hand.
Sonny watched as she slouched, slumping back against the driver's seat where JJ sat, her head falling onto his thigh. She hardly noticed, too tired to bitch or complain about how his leg was in the way, or something else petty.
When did she last sleep? She wasn't certain. The world had passed by in a blur since they found the gold, since she even found herself stuck alongside the Pogues to begin with. The last few weeks had been insane, this whole summer had been insane, and she was exhausted. More than she'd ever been, perhaps, in her whole life.
Call her a Kook, but she wanted her bed. She wanted her luxury mattress and plump pillow, and a shower and a clean set of clothes. She missed it. The comfort, the solitude. The POGUE was cramped and the morning breeze was cold, and she didn't like the way it rocked.
But as she sat there, her head against JJ's leg, Sonny found some sort of comfort. Not her nice Kook house, not her nice Kook life — because those things had never really given her any comfort at all.
Instead, she found a real comfort, not the kind Kooks were raised with; the riches they liked to pretend could fix all your problems. No, this comfort was new. A comfort she had only ever found when close to him.
A comfort she chose to ignore.
And as JJ steered them through the marsh, peering at her shut eyes and dark lashes, he ignored it too.
————
They found John B.
When they docked back at the chateau, he was there: laid on the wooden slats and facing the sky, still and emotionless. There was no reaction when they pulled up and jumped out of the POGUE; just the shell of a boy who'd been through a hell of a lot more than any kid should.
His dad was dead, his girlfriend's dad had done it, and he had lost the gold. Ward Cameron had found out that it was down the well, somehow, and he'd mined every last bit of it until there was nothing but dirt.
Needless to say, Sonny was pissed.
They all were, of course, and rightfully so, but Sonny was super pissed. Like, endlessly pissed. Brain-exploding level of pissed. She'd gone down in that dirty ass well with who knew how many diseases, pawned off her favourite sunglasses for literally nothing, and been shoved into a car by that basehead who wanted her ass — and for what? To have Ward's greedy ass steal every single bar? To pry it from John B's hands after killing his father? After trying to kill him?
"He really tried to kill you?"
"Well he wasn't tryna give me a hug, dude." John B's eyes flitted over to JJ, who perched on the dock railing with some old joint he found in his pocket.
"Dang," Benji muttered, staring out at the water. "And no one knew this dude was psycho?"
"Rafe had to come from somewhere," Sonny said.
They all mumbled agreements.
Sonny wasn't so sure she believed evil was hereditary until now. She had only been joking about Sarah and Rafe back at Midsummers to piss off John B. But after learning that Ward was a total maniac who was willing to mortally wound the kid dating his daughter, it sounded way more believable. Perhaps Rafe wasn't the black sheep of his family, after all; his psycho tendencies were inherited.
Like father, like son.
"And Sarah... believed Ward?" Kie asked, almost hesitantly. She didn't want to hurt John B more.
But she had to know. Sarah was their friend.
"I'm pretty sure that's why she called me a liar," John B's tone was blunt, more than usual. Sonny didn't like him that way. He was always enthusiastic and annoying, now he was just plain miserable.
"Why would she do that?" Kiara sounded upset. Maybe a little disappointed. She'd just patched up her friendship with Sarah and now this bullshit?
Honestly, Sonny was surprised too. While she had no real connection with Sarah Cameron, she'd known her for years. That was long enough for her to think Sarah would've been on John B's side for this one. Then again, people were never predictable when you needed them to be. It was part of why Sonny really didn't like them.
They always let you down.
But Sarah was a Pogue now. She liked John B so much that she left her Kook life behind.
Although Sonny always saw the worst in people, expected them to fuck up and let her down, something about this still didn't make sense. Shocked her, even.
Benji shrugged, "I mean, I'm not sure I'd wanna think my dad was a murderer either."
He had a point.
The Cameron's had always been a close bunch, even after Rose stepped into the picture. Sarah was daddy's little girl, the apple of his eye, and everyone in Figure 8 knew it. They had the kind of relationships parents dreamt of having with their ungrateful, spoilt kids.
Why would Sarah think he was a killer?
They all dwelled on Benji's words for a moment, sitting in the cool morning air.
Sonny continued to slowly kick her feet in the water below the dock, watching the sun shine brighter. It was getting hot already. Soon enough, they'd be scorching. She wished she'd brought a change of clothes.
"Here."
Sonny blinked at the joint in her face.
Her head tilted up to where JJ perched on the railing, eyes narrowed as she stared at him.
"Well...?" He gave it a wiggle, waiting. It reminded her of when she'd offered him her blunt at the Boneyard. That felt like years ago. "Offer ending in three—"
With a scoff, Sonny snatched the joint from his fingers and held it to her lips. She took a long drag, held it for a moment, and then let the smoke out in one breath. Her brows knotted together, oblivious to the way he watched with lingering eyes. How he always watched. "Dude. How old is that?"
"It's not that old—"
She frowned, "It tastes like your pocket."
"Okay, it's old. Does it matter?" JJ shrugged, holding out a hand to try and take the joint back from her.
Sonny supposed not.
It tasted a bit dusty, but it took the edge off all the same. At least she could think a bit clearer now. She took another drag before he could reach it, then passed it back.
"Ward really got everything?"
John B nodded at Benji. "The whole enchilada."
Benji pulled a face, toying with a thread on his shorts. The question was a touch obvious, and he knew the answer, but it didn't make him any less disappointed. Sure, the gold wasn't everything to him, but it was to them — to his friends. Maybe they hadn't been friends for too long, a matter of days really, but he still felt for them.
Plus, the treasure hunt had been exciting. Something they bonded over. Something to look forward to. And while there was no chance of Sonny admitting it, she felt the same. The gold game had been the most fun she'd had in years, even if they had nearly died a bunch of times.
Would they even stay friends without it?
"It's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit," the Routledge boy mumbled, which was a lie — they all knew it.
"It's cool if you did, bro." JJ said, "We're all delusional as shit at some point."
Sonny sent him a look, not helpful.
He sent one back that screamed you're a hypocrite. It was fair. Sonny was a raging pessimist. She just rolled her eyes, not up for their usual bickering right now.
"John B."
Kiara's disapproval had them all turning, glancing over at him as he tugged his cast off.
Sonny knew he probably shouldn't be doing that, but it was hard to care. The cast was gross anyway — after his swim to shore when Ward tried to kill him.
It was better off gone.
"What, Kie?" He groaned, throwing the cast aside. "It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?"
"You should care," she reprimanded, but her tone was too quiet to hold any weight. She was as tired as the rest of them. Still, somebody had to try and scold him. "Your arm's gonna be messed up for life."
"It's fine," he wiggled his fingers, "See?"
That meant nothing, they wouldn't have put a cast on him for no reason. That said, Sonny doubted it was doing all that much if he could pull it off that easy.
Kiara opened her mouth, probably to tell him he'd have to get another one put on, but she didn't get to when somebody came sprinting down the dock towards them, arms waving in the air like a freaking maniac.
"Guys!"
Sonny blinked, Pope?
Wasn't he supposed to be at his interview?
"Guys! Guys—" he yelled, skidding to a stop before them. He was panting, sweat dripping down his forehead and right through his fancy shirt, but he didn't seem to care about that much. Actually, judging by the wild glint in his eye, he cared plenty more about something else.
"Pope," Benji's eyes lit up.
"Oh god—" Pope doubled over, hands rested on his knees. He gasped for air. "I ran all the way here!"
"You alright?" John B asked.
"Dude," Sonny grimaced when Pope got sweat on her.
"Sorry," he muttered.
JJ raised a brow, "How was the interview?"
"Don't ask," Pope told him as he stood up straight, placing his hands on his hips to try and stretch out the stitch sitting in his side. Everyone frowned, exchanging odd looks, but no one argued with him. "JB," he panted, unsure of what to say. The boy's face twisted as he took in his friend's tired eyes, "Look, I— I'm sorry, dude. About everything."
"It's fine," John B murmured, his eyes closing as he laid on his back. Pope shook his head.
"No— no, look, I don't have a lot of time and— and, I've got information that is tactically relevant!" Pope stressed. The desperation in his tone surprised them.
"Pope, chill." Benji told him gently. "You're gonna have a heart attack, man."
"No, just— just listen!" Pope replied. They all stayed quiet and let him proceed. "So before my interview, my dad said he was going to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was way too heavy, and needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm there, sitting in my interview, thinking to myself— hm," Pope tapped his chin, "Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off?"
John B sat upright, the cogs turning in his head.
"What could be so heavy," Pope met each of their eyes, "It would weigh it down?"
JJ's face brightened, "Gold."
"Exactly!" Pope waved his arms around.
"Holy shit," Sonny whispered, turning her head to look at John B. He was already looking at her, dazed and in disbelief, but the glint in his eyes had returned.
"Pope!" Benji jumped up and launched himself at the boy, unable to help himself. "You genius!"
Pope froze, looking like a deer in the headlights. His cheeks flushed as he patted Benji's back.
"Thanks, man." He cracked a grin, embarrassed, and did his best to look normal when Benji pulled away. Pope quickly cleared his throat, "Guys— this is our chance, okay? But that plane leaves tonight and we have to go."
Kiara nodded, "Guy, we can't give up now."
"Damn straight, Kie." JJ nodded, tossing his blunt into the water. He glanced over at John B with a raised brow, "What's the plan, big man?"
John B let out a light laugh, lips pulling into a smirk. It was nice to see him like that. Happy. With something to live for. It was wrong to see him any other way. Criminal, almost, like it shouldn't exist. Sonny treasured his happiness, she realised in that moment. She treasured John B.
"What d'you say, bird?" He asked her, playfully. "Wanna steal that shit back?"
Feigning thought, Sonny shrugged.
"Sure."
He grinned, "Sure?"
"Sure," she repeated, grinning wickedly. "Always wanted to see Ward Cameron cry like a bitch."
————
"We go in there, guns a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy—" JJ snapped a finger at Sonny, who smirked and rolled her eyes from her seat opposite him. He watched way too many spy movies. "—abscond with as much gold as our grubby little hands can carry, and vámonos!"
"We get the hell outta there," Benji finished.
The two boys high-fived. JJ mentioned something about a handshake he had to teach him.
John B nodded, his hands tapping the wheel of the twinkie as he grinned at Kiara on the passenger side. "Send that shit right down the intracoastal."
"Wait for the weather," she said.
"Exit to Cuba," Pope nodded, grinning at the group. They all nodded, eyes eager.
It was a rough plan — if you could even call it one — but it wasn't the worst they'd ever come up with, oddly, considering they'd come up with it in the ten minutes it took to grab their shit and go. Sure, it wasn't exactly fool proof, but Sonny didn't think any of their plans ever had been. And maybe they didn't know how they'd actually force Ward to let them take the gold back, but Sonny didn't doubt JJ would think of something on the spot. Something insane, probably.
He usually did.
"Cuba? Nah, man, Xcalak. Jewel of the Yucatan," JJ said, fiddling with Scooter's gun. "Lobsters so thick, mangoes and no word for money, guys."
Everyone smiled, having never really thought of it before. It was impressive though — his knowledge of something other than guns, weed and shit movies. He was taking this seriously. He really believed they could do it.
Earnestly. Blindly.
It was a good thing, Sonny thought. Because someone had to. And if the person was JJ Maybank, with his wild theories, impulsive actions and undeniable faith in his friends, so be it. Was that really so bad?
Sonny shrugged, her head tilted to the side slightly. "I could go for gold and mangoes," she teased.
"That settles it," JJ smirked, clicking the gun barrel, "What princess wants, princess gets."
"Let's do this shit," John B said.
No one argued.
They all zoned in, going over the plan in their heads, until they reached the private airstrip. It was private property and they could only go as far as the outer fence — something the group hadn't thought about in all their scheming. They'd still need to figure out how to get inside before Ward left with all the gold. Time was ticking.
"Okay, what's the new plan?" Kiara asked as they jumped out the twinkie, "Broad strokes."
"We could jump it," JJ suggested.
"Over barbed wire?" Benji frowned, running to the fence with Pope in tow. He slotted in between the blonde boy and Kie, "You wanna jump barbed wire?"
"You don't think I can?"
Benji thought about it, "Well, maybe—"
"Sonny and Kie could use Kook privileges?" John B gave both girls a hopeful glance.
"And say what?" Sonny arched a brow as she stood beside JJ, leaning against the fence with folded arms. "We've gotta rob Cameron blind, please let us on the tarmac?"
"Don't worry, we got club memberships," Kiara added.
John B frowned.
"You guys got a better idea?"
Sonny glared, "I'd rather jump the fence."
"Be my guest, bird!"
"Fine!"
"Guys," Pope interrupted, peering through his binoculars. "They're loading up the gold."
"Lemme see," John B muttered. Pope handed them over, letting him take a look at the tarmac. He tensed when a car pulled up in front of the plane and a man jumped out from the driver's side, "There's Ward."
"Asshole," Sonny muttered.
"We need to hurry," Kiara encouraged them.
Benji looked at JJ, "Jump the fence."
"Say less," JJ saluted, grabbing the metal in his hands. He nodded, "Bro, give me a boost."
"Stop—" John B raised a hand before Benji could squat, a hand out for JJ's foot. They turned to him as he exhaled and lowered the binoculars, his face pale, looking like he'd seen a ghost. "Guys..." he trailed off.
"What?" Kiara frowned, "What?"
"It's Sarah," he gulped, "She's with him."
"Say what?" Sonny's eyes narrowed. She knew that Sarah hadn't believed John B's accusations, but leaving with Ward? In a plane full of gold? Did she even know?
"Wait," he looked back through the binoculars, "Wait, no, he's hurting her!"
JJ's head snapped up, "What?"
"They're fighting," John B murmured. He shoved the pair of binoculars into Kiara's chest, and she swiftly took a glance at the scene metres ahead of them. Sonny watched him dash over to the twinkie, not speaking a word as he jumped in and slammed the door. She didn't listen to Kie attempt to narrate what was happening. She couldn't.
"Booker?" She followed.
John B ignored her and started the engine.
Her eyes widened.
"John B!" Kiara ran over, "Where are you going?!"
"Dude!" Pope yelled.
But John B didn't listen to their shouts. He hit the gas and drove right at the fence, crashing through it just as JJ yanked Benji out of the way.
"John B!"
"What're you—? Hold on!"
"Wait!"
"What're you doing?! Don't be a hero, bro!" JJ chased after the twinkie as John B broke left, gunning it to the tarmac. He stumbled when Sonny bumped into him, sliding into the free spot beside him while Benji took the other. "Come back! Bro! Come back!" He yelled.
"Fuck," Sonny breathed out.
"What do we do?!" Kiara cried, pulling her hair.
"I guess we don't need to jump the fence," Benji muttered, gaining a sharp look from Kie and Pope. He shrugged, giving them a mumbled apology, and took the binoculars away from Kiara. He peered into them.
He didn't really need to, though. They could just about see the twinkie as it raced towards the plane, which had taken off and was rolling down the airstrip.
"He's not slowing down," Benji said.
They couldn't tell if he meant John B or Ward, maybe both, but it didn't really matter — either way, John B was easily gaining on the plane, coming up beside it. Sonny was shocked an old banger like the twinkie could keep up, but the feeling was shadowed by the anxiety in her chest.
Benji shook his head, "Still not slowing..."
"He's insane," Pope breathed. "He's finally gone insane!"
"Oh shit! He's stopped! He's stopped—" Benji narrated. It made their faces drop.
Kie squinted, "He's still on the tarmac!"
"Is he suicidal?!" Sonny stressed, face pinched. JJ didn't say anything, only watching with horrified eyes as the twinkie sat on the tarmac, the plane sailing towards it.
It got closer and closer, no sign of slowing down—
"Holy shit!"
—it was kept on going—
"John B! Move!"
"John B!" Sonny shrieked, racing forwards as Ward's plane came within inches of it. JJ looped his arms around her waist from behind and tugged her into his chest. She fought for the briefest moment before her body went limp, face empty. The world went quiet. Only the dull ringing in Sonny's ears as the plane was right about to—
It stopped.
Holy shit. The plane stopped.
"We're good!" Benji yelled, dropping the binoculars from his eyes and wiping the sweat on his brow.
But Sonny couldn't hear him. Nor could she hear the faint sighs of relief everybody let out. She was frozen. Wrapped in JJ's arms, unable to move or breathe or even speak. It was so quiet as she stood there, panicked eyes locked on the camper parked up in the distance.
She didn't hear it when the sirens sounded, or when Pope said he couldn't get arrested, or when everybody else agreed because they were in the same boat.
She didn't come back to until JJ span her around.
"Sonny! Hey!" His hands cupped her cheeks and he eyed her intently, "We gotta go! Sonny?"
Sonny didn't react immediately.
"Hey! Not now!" JJ gave her an urgent shake. "You can't do this now! C'mon— we can't get arrested!"
Her eyes finally snapped to meet his. Sonny let out a heavy breath, clutching onto his wrists. It was then that she noticed the sirens and the shouts of the Pogues as they sprinted away and headed for cover.
JJ exhaled, pressing his forehead to hers for a moment. He pulled away and took off running, pulling her with him. "Go! Let's get the fuck outta here!"
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