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❝ and he shall be my squishy ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

I lay upside down on the patio sofa with my head hanging off, my hair falling to the floorboards and my feet in the air. Kiara shakes her head at me with a smile while JJ flips his lighter on and off and John B leans against the railing in silence.

"Okay. So, um...we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia" Pope declares, sitting down on the other side of me and pulling down my crop top which had ridden up.

"Actually, Pope's right for once" JJ speaks up as I shoot the Heyward boy a grateful smile.

"See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny" He adds, using a mantra he taught me when we met, a mantra I now live by.

"Guys, we can't keep that money" Kiara states.

"Okay. Not all of us can afford data plans, Kiara" JJ snaps at her.

"That's not fair and you know it" I snap at the boy who's eyes flash with guilt before he looks away.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma" Kie declares.

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony too" Pope retorts.

"Don't you just love karma?" I hum sarcastically with a smile.

"Jar" Kiara, JJ and Pope all say in unison and I groan.

I pull a dollar out my back pocket and throw it onto the coffee table.

"We gotta go dark" Pope announces.

"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree" JJ says.

"I don't agree" John B finally speaks.

"What? Why?" JJ asks him in disbelief.

"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas! We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady White? Just sayin!" John B rants.

We shift outside to the dock as John B continues the conversation and I hop up onto the railing, sitting down in between where Kiara is sitting and JJ is fishing.

"All right, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady White?" John B asks Pope.

"Prostitution" Pope answers and I point at him with a look that says 'hey, you've got a point'.

"Square groupers, bro" John B corrects him.

"Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?" He explains.

"They were straight smugglin" JJ answers.

"Smugglin. And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck" John B states.

"Hell yeah" JJ agrees.

"Fish on!" He adds as he catches something.

He reels it in and I gasp when I see a tiny orange coloured newt on the end of the line. I carefully take the newt from JJ's hook and grin at the small marine creature as it wriggles about on my hand.

"I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine, and he shall be my squishy" I quote Dory from Finding Nemo and the boys look at me in disbelief as Kiara giggles in amusement.

We head inside and I go into John B's room, plopping Squishy into the Routledge boy's old turtle tank. The others join me and I plop myself onto the bed next to Kiara who is sat on the desk chair while Pope hops on the bed next to me, John B sits on the windowsill near Kiara and JJ sits on the windowsill next to me. JJ hands Pope the money and he reluctantly takes it.

"For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it, it probably belongs to someone else" Pope states.

"Minor details" Kiara shrugs.

"They could come looking for it" Pope argues.

"Taking it would be catastrophically stupid" He adds.

JJ leans forward and takes the money from Pope's hand.

"Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do now is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal" JJ explains, as I watch Squishy swim around.

"Right. And how exactly do we do that?" Pope asks.

"Kegger?" I suggest, looking up at them and everyone nods.

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"Tally-ho!" John B sings as he and JJ carry the keg towards the beach.

I climb over a large fallen down tree and skip happily onto the beach. The boys put down the keg and Kiara throws JJ the pump. I run my fingers through my blonde waves and grin happily as the sound of the waves crashing together reaches my ears.

"Hey, Vie?" I hear John B speak up.

"Mmhm?" I hum, turning around to face him.

As I turn, I'm splashed in the face with beer from the pump and I shriek.

"Johnny, you asshole!" I whine as everyone laughs.

I rip of my soaking wet crop top and throw it at him, making him laugh louder. Kiara fills two red solo cups with the alcohol and hands me one. John B fills another and offers it to Pope.

"Oh, hell no" The Heyward boy replies.

"I'll take it" JJ says, taking the cup from John B.

Soon enough the boneyard is packed full with people, all dancing and drinking. I'm multiple drinks in and feeling tipsy as I dance to the loud music with Kiara.

"I need a break! Are you gonna be okay?" She asks me.

"Go ahead, pookie" I assure her and she grins, walking over to Pope who is sat by the keg.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice John B flirting with a cute Touron and I decide to get revenge for him soaking me. I skip over to the pair with a flirty grin on my face and John B notices me first, his face paling when he sees my grin.

"Hey, baby" I coo, grabbing his bicep and batting my eyelashes at him innocently "Who's this?"

The dirty blonde haired Touron frowns in confusion and John B mutters a curse under his breath.

"You have a girlfriend?" The girl spits, sounding angry.

"I-" Before John B can say anything, I cut in.

"He does indeed, girlie" I chirp.

She glares at him and I step away as she throws the rest of her drink at him before storming away. I let out a howl of laughter, doubling over and John B scowls at me.

"You're such a bitch" The Routledge boy huffs.

"Looks like you're going home with me, Johnny" I say teasingly.

"No thanks, Vie. I'm not JJ or Kie" John B retorts and I gasp, slapping his wet chest.

Before I can reply with a witty comment Kiara comes up behind me and I turn to the girl.

"What is she doing here?" Kiara asks in disgust and I turn to see Sarah in the distance, climbing on an old phone box.

"Huh?" John B asks, turning to see who we're looking at.

Topper appears, whisking Sarah off her feet and I gag, rolling my eyes at the couple. I walk away, my eyes on the ground rather than looking ahead which is a bad idea but I don't look up.

My thoughts are proven correct when I collide with a hard surface and stumble backwards. Before I fall back onto the sand, I'm grabbed and I look up to see green eyes staring down at me.

"Logan?" I ask in disbelief and he smirks.

"Hey, Sylvie" He replies, pulling me up.

Anger bubbles up inside me at the sight of the boy who picked on JJ when we were kids and I grin at him sarcastically but he seems to think it's genuine.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you around Figure Eight in a while" He asks me with a flirty smile.

"Oh, I've been great. Thanks for asking" I say in a sickly sweet tone "As for not being in Figure Eight, I don't prefer to spend my time with stuck up assholes in polo shirts"

He frowns at my comment but shrugs it off and pastes on another smirk.

"You look hot tonight" He states, looking me up and down suggestively "What are you doing after this?"

I roll my eyes and they land on a confused looking JJ. A smirk grows on my face and I look back at Logan who waits for an answer.

"I don't know yet. Do you have something in mind?" I ask in a flirty tone, reaching out to trail my finger down his polo shirt clad chest and his smirk widens.

"You could come back to my place" He suggests and snake my arms around his neck.

"Or..." I drawl off, our noses almost touching.

"Or?" He asks, almost excitedly.

"I could do this" I chirp before harshly bringing my knee up and kneeing him in the balls.

He groans in pain and drops to his knees as I take a step back with a smirk on my face.

"Fuck with my friends, you deal with me" I spit out angrily as JJ rushes to my side and people look at the scene in shock.

"What the fuck? I didn't do anything to your friends" Logan grunts, his face scrunched up in pain.

"You know exactly what you did" I retort and JJ laughs, holding out his hand.

I slap it with my own and he throws his arm around me.

"Nothing to see here! Keep partying, people!" John B hollers, approaching us with Kiara and Pope.

As everyone goes back to what they were doing and Logan storms off, my eyes land on Sarah who is stood with Rafe, Kelce and Topper. Both my siblings give me disappointed looks and the proud grin on my face falls into a frown.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Pope snaps at me and I turn my gaze back to my friends.

"He deserved it" I scoff.

"We need to keep a low profile, lovie" Kiara sighs.

"Fine, I won't do it again" I tell them and they seem to be satisfied with that answer.

"Who's up for a game of paranoia?" I add with a mischievous grin.

They all grin widely and I jump onto the nearest log, cupping my hands in front of my mouth.

"Paranoia, anyone?!" I holler and I hear cheers.