027 !! GOLD

Gold, gold, gold, gold.

The motherfucking gold.

The shine, the texture, the metallic scent, the wheat engraved on the plain golden bar luring all eyes to itself, demanding attention and rightfully so.

The touch of it, oh lord this is something else.

It is future and the promise of all good things to come.

It is a god, it is heaven incarnate.

It is unreal and Georgie is losing her mind.

She rubs at her eyes for the millionth time this morning, gliding her finger over the gleaming bar of fortune.

It feels so smooth, so gentle, so perfect under her touch.

She wants to worship it, she wants to erect magnificent temples in its name.

Hell, she would sacrifice her life for it.

"Pretty, ain't it?".

She glances up at his honey brown eyes, a beaming grin showing off his perfect teeth his curls falling over his forehead in a gentle wave as he leans, looking down at her with joyful eyes.

Her stomach tightens at the proximity, at the way he's staring down at her.

With so much radiance, with that damned smile that has the ability of turning her into a butterfly-filled pile of mush, breathless and gasping for life in the best way possible.

Her heart yearns to lean in, to peck those slightly chapped yet so appealing lips of his and say 'yes, it's a beaut my love. You've done it, I'm so proud of you'.

Instead, her lips pull into a tight smile as she averts her gaze.

"Yeah, it's . . . . it's everything, John. You did it. Gosh, you did it".

She shakes her head smiling in disbelief.

His grin grows wider.

"We did it, Georgie. I couldn't have done this without you guys. To going full Kook, m'lady", he salutes jumping off the porch curb and ruffling his hair, the grin remaining firm on his face.

Another twinge of pain, though it seems to be her heart this time slowly echoing its wounds out loud begging for the torture to seize, only relief seems a farfetched dream.

Georgie smiles quietly, and painfully.

"To going full Kook", she whispers watching him saunter away to where Sarah rests on the deck of HMS Pogue, Kiara seated by her side rambling happily about something.

Georgie gets up to her feet and walks over to the back of the Chateau, over to where Pope and JJ lie on four carefully arranged chairs chatting as they both take a swig from their respective drinks of choice — a standard flavoured soda and a cheap beer.

"Hey, did ya see the old find?", JJ tips his bottle in a way of greeting.

She nods pulling out a chair from under JJ's feet earning a yelp of protest as she ignores him dropping down to sit on the old wooden furniture.

"It's something, isn't it? I still can't believe we actually found it. Wow", Pope takes a sip of his soda while JJ grumbles beside him due to the newfound lack of leg support.

"Thank god you weren't there. Slimey old Crain's gonna come in my nightmares for the next few weeks", JJ shudders draining his beer.

"Yeah . . . .", she fidgets with her hands, mind immediately running back to last night.

To Rafe.

All night, she'd been consumed by thoughts of him, thoughts of his touch, thoughts of his words.

Where his touch felt like paradise, his words burned her weak.

The moment she'd laid her head on her pillow, her mind had started the torturous drilling refusing to let peace in.

Her eyelids remained shut but she tossed and turned all night long, thinking about the Cameron boy and his razor sharp tongue, his cruel vices and everything in between because she fears she's somehow trapped herself in an even bigger and complicated game.

And it's worrying because despite the fact that his sudden hostility felt like a knife to her gut, his equally sudden change of tone made her heart swell.

His worried eyes keep coming back to her, even as she now sits in the back of the Twinkie with John B driving them to the warehouse the Pawn Shop lady had directed them to.

The trees all around feel like a farce, a taunt, the universe's way of saying 'I told you so' because no fucking way is there a single building for miles out here.

And just like that, a speeding cop car sneaks up behind them forcing John B to press the breaks haphazardly.

Fear seeps under her skin when a masked man exits the vehicle approaching theirs not empty handed but with a rifle clutched between his fingers.

"What the—", JJ gets cut off by the stranger pointing the gun at John B's head.

"Why don't I go ahead and see them hands in the air? All y'all's hands up in the air now!".

All of them go stiff, raising their hands up in an instant.

"You", he points at visibly shaken John B, "out of the car! Let's go!".

John B fumbles with the locks, his shaking hands making it harder to expedite the stranger's request.

"Out of the car! Let's go! Hurry!", the man yells again just as the brunet boy hops out.

"Let them out! What are you waitin' on?
What are you waitin' on? Let them out!", the man gestures towards the others with the rifle pointed straight, one misstep and they get the gun — it seemed to project.

"All y'all!".

The teenagers begin spilling out slowly, all of them jumping out of the van in haste, fear and anxiety keeping them from revolting.

JJ grabs Georgie's arm ushering her close to him, she glances back at the man now yelling at them to kneel right there on the grass.

"Lay down in the ditch! On your goddamn hands and knees! Down!".

They fall to their knees complying without a sound of protest, all while the man moves closer to the Twinkie.

"Put your face on the ground! Stay here just like that! Don't let me see you look up, alright?".

Georgie turns her head to stare at JJ, her brother's once smiling face is now twisted into a scowl.

He clenches his jaw staring at the grass with his hands behind his head.

"J . . . .", she whispers earning his attention.

She tips her head to the side, a gesture to inform him that the man is looking for the gold trifling through their things.

"I know", he sets his jaw glancing down at the mud.

From the corner of her eye, she catches John B tiptoeing over to the stranger's car parked towards the back.

"John B, don't be a hero", Pope whisper yells, all of their eyes fixed on the boy sliding into the back of the car.

The man, with the gold now in his grasp, pulls out of the Twinkie, "All right, y'all stay like that. Unless you want your brains blown out all over this road, don't move your goddamn heads, okay?".

They watch as he saunters back to his van, unknowing of the brunet inside and in a matter of a few seconds, John B has popped out of the back and successfully removed the rifle from his grasp.

"Guys, I got the gun!".

The group hurries back on their feet, JJ taking the lead and grabbing the gun from John B.

"I got the gold!", Pope yells from the other side of the car just as Georgie pushes the man onto the ground and as he's scrambling to get up, Sarah hits his head against the open car door.

The man, now partly injured, lays back against the car.

JJ rips down the scarf covering his face, "You son of a bitch! I know this piece of shit! He's a basehead!".

Georgie stands back, breathing heavily frowning when she realises it's the same man she has seen lingering around her house at times, dealing with her dad.

"Probably knows my brother", Sarah spits out.

"He sells coke to my dad", JJ's hands ball up into fists by his side.

"Listen, I couldn't hurt any single one of y'all . . . .", Barry — as Georgie now recalls his name — begins mumbling but is cut short by JJ thumping down the gun on his head.

"JJ!", Kiara yells.

"Dude. Chill man", John B pulls him back by his arm, his frantic search through Barry's wallet worrying everyone.

One look at the card in the wallet and . . . .

"Come on. Let's go. We got one last stop", he throws the card on the ground and stomps away leaving them to scurry behind him.

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i haven't finished obx3 yet but omg i'm already addicted pls i dont think i'll be able to wait another year or so for s4 ( no spoilers pls i've only made it till ep6 !!! )