(CHAPTER FOUR)
Glitter

𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣

Selena was in utter bliss, she was living her life in heaven, the feelings she felt in this moment was something she never wanted to separate from. But then,
she felt the sunshine peeking through the open currents which caused her eyes to snap open, it all fucking hit her within that moment, it was a goddamn dream. Every warm touch and kiss that felt so real was a simple fantasy that her brain made up while she was sleeping. Selena felt like punching someone because now she had the face of John B Routledge doing Rated R things engraved in her head.

She rose from the bed and glared back window that was covered the night she arrived, she remembered that specifically and now it was wide open with a bright sun pouring into the large room. Every morning Rose sneaks into each girls' room and opens up the currents to let natural light in so they didn't have to constantly use the electricity. The girl kicked away the blankets and walked into the bathroom, she washed her face trying to also wash away all the dirty thoughts residing in her conciseness. Maybe a shower would help, all the scrubs and soaps that smelt like paradise could potentially remove sensations of his kisses. For a while, Selena mind had actually began to wonder to different places and she seems to finally be at peace. That was until she picked up a perfume, and one sniff took her back five steps.

This same exact perfume she had just sprayed fall over her was the same one he had completed. That one time he got all close and personal so he could smell the vanilla on her neck. "For fuck sake."

She threw on a cute outfit, took a longe time to look at her self, applied more makeup, and styled her hair to complaint her round face. All this because her body was sick of her mind and needed to see him. She shoved a piece of mint gum into her mouth and grabbed her keys, she was up and out the house without saying anything to anyone. Her blue jeep quickly got her to her destination, the messy home clashed with her clean and neat figure as she moved through the tall, itchy grass to find him on a lawn chair. Looking down on a pile of mysterious papers, she went unnoticed until she stood right behind him and opened her mouth.

"It's your turn." Selena moved to make herself comfortable on one of the chais right from him, his curious and confused brown eyes looked at her. She good gaze at them for hours, why hadn't she paid attention to this more? His unruly culés dropping in front of his face made Selena want to so desperately reach forward and move it away.

"Uh, for what?"

"To ask me what I'm doing here." The girl stated as if it was obvious which made him even more confused, nonetheless, he clasped his hands together and compiled.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm so glad you asked." She grinned, "Because I had no opportunity to say a thing yesterday when you literally yelled in my face and then stormed off like a child, I came here to bring peace and confess." She lifted her handed with two fingers sticking up to make a peace sign.

"Uh, than go ahead and confess."

"You hurt my feelings, B John." Selena stuck her lip in a fake point and wiped away non-existent tears.

"Well, I'm very sorry you feel that way." The boy retorted back sarcastically.

"Also, I'm not a liar, I'm not the reason you got fired because I didn't tell Ward therefore you cannot blame me." Selena added on, "I actually feel quite offended that you would think of me in that way."

"Oh, do you now?"

"Yup, so I am going to leave since I am such a liar in your eyes." The girl stood from her seat, "You also wouldn't want a liar on your property so another reason why I should leave." Right as the girl passed by him she felt a tug on her wrist bringing her back.

His beautiful eyes looked up at her with a small smile, "I don't think your a liar, Lena." His hand lingered far to long her skin which just made on her memories flash back into her brain.

"What made the great B John change his mind?"

"I know when your lying." He smirked, "I can tell."

"Bullshit." The girl reluctantly pulled her wrist away from his grip as she rolled her eyes, face flushed red but she hid it from him. "I better get away before you start reading my mind or something."

"You're insufferable." The boy pointed at the girl as she reached into her bag for one last thing before she left.

"If I'm so insufferable then why am about to give a bag of your favorite popcorn?" She waved the plastic bag she bought on her way to his home in his face as he reached up to snatch it.

—

Selena pulled from John's B's rocky driveway with a stupid smile on his lips, her cheeks aching with how wide it was, and that awful giddy feeling in her stomach when the thought of him popped up made her want to puke. She needed a distraction, something that would keep her focus for a long time, what better way then to just work her ass off.

Heyward was a hard working man, constantly busy and wanted in at least one part of the Cut, so he put as many people who offered to work, including his genius of a son, Pope. Selena had worked with the older man many times and he had sincerely thanked her for such kindness considering the wealthy background that followed.

"Good afternoon, Heyward, got anything for me to do?" Selena questioned as the man turned away from the supplies he was cleaning. He held a soft parental look in his eyes as she approached with immediate willingness to help.

He looked around momentarily before nodding, "Well, my son just left with a some of the groceries and I got a few extras I was going to deliver myself but all help appreciated Ms. Cameron."

Selena glanced overt at the small pile of bags he had near him and swiftly collected them all with a kind smile, "I'll get these delivered a soon as possible."

"Thank you so much, dear, all the addresses are listed on each bag." Heyward informed, his usual hard demeanor he shared with Pope had disappeared with the help the twin. "Now, ain't gotta do this if you don't want to."

"Don't try to change my mind, old man." Selena chuckled as she packed the groceries into the backseat of her car.

"Alright then." Heyward shrugged as he turned back to his job, Selena pulled away and typed in the addresses, all were nearby and should keep her mind of things for a while.

—

Selena cringed a the feeling of the sand sneaking it's way into her shoes, sticking to her feet and shoes which would probably create a mess in her car later. She mentally cursed but continued forward on the sandy path. She paid more attention to her phone which lead her to the next house that was practically hidden away behind a maze, the power rich people held was seriously painful. Although, her eye moved away from the directions and up to look at her surroundings, there was noises, grunting, thuds, and distant voices.

She tiptoed towards the noise in confusion and concealed herself behind large bushes, soon, she found the sources of the noise and felt herself become infuriated. Her brows knitting together as a large frown indented her face, she stomped out from behind the bushes and push away her brother before he could continue his assault on Pope. Poor boy was on the floor, mouth dripping blood while his closed his eyes in pain.

"What the fuck are you doing, Rafe!" Selena yelled angrily as she placed herself between the two so her brother couldn't make anymore advances. "You're hurting him you idiot!"

"Selena, get the hell out of here." The older sibling straightened his posture and puffed up his chest while stepping up to her.

Selena scoffed at his attempts to intimate her, "I'm not gonna fucking leave, your committing a goddamn crime, Rafe, have you ever heard of assault? Battery? Are you stupid or something?"

"It non of you're buisness, now fucking leave." Rafe was known to have a short temper ever since he was young, Selena knew exactly would pissed him off because she memorized it from a young age just so she could poke at him for fun. He hated when someone tried to dominate or one up  him in anything, he always had to win and be on top.

"No." Selena simply spoke with a shrug, "Take that golf club and shove it up you're ass."

Topper interfered as he placed a hand on Rafes shoulder,  "Dude, we should just leave, it's now worth it." Rafe moved away from his grip and glared at his younger sister.

"You're a fucking bitch." He turned his back without another as Toooer kept glancing back to look at her, she stood in her same spot, protectively in front of Pope like  a barrier till they were completely out of sight.

A wave a relief made her whole body soften up, she let out a deep breath and ran a hand through her before turning back to look at Pope who'd just silently watched the interaction.

"God, I'm so fucking sorry about him, are you okay?" Selena helped him slowly get up as he winced while gripping his torso.

"Not really." He muttered honestly, "Getting a golf club to the ribs isn't exactly a pleasant experience."

She allowed him to use her as a crutch while he led them back to the dock and onto the boat where an safety kit laid inside an bright red box.

Pope watched her rush to pull out bandages and disinfecting wipes with confusion, he was in pain and definitely needed to be patch up but why her of all people.

"It's fine, why are you even helping me?"

"Because your hurt, and I don't like standing around when someone's hurt." The girl replied while wiping the blood away from his cheek, she noticed the dark bruise forming around his eye. "I'm seriously sorry about Rafe, violence has always been his way of defense."

"Good to know that he has major anger issues." He grumbled which made her chuckle as she threw the wipes and finished up the bandages.

"There feel better soon." She smiled patting his back and she Was about to leave the boat but she turned back around grabbing a hundred bills from her bag

"There, for the groceries that ruined." Selena gasped and reach for a fifty which made the hot shake his head and decline the extra money.

"Nah, this already enough."

"Yes, but I may or may have not left the groceries I was suppose to deliver back by the golf course." Selena sheepishly admitted as Pope now laughed at her and finally accepted the money,

"Looks like you're not gonna be my dads favorite anymore."

—

The rest of the day had taken over her brain, she was tired and needed rest, as soon as she managed to make it home she threw all her things onto the vanity by her bed. She collapsed onto the soft, pink sheets and blankets she had before crawling up so her head laid comfortably on the silk pillow. One thing she knew she needed was a day to herself, tomorrow she'll spend a shit ton of money on herself, self care was always first on Selena's list.

—

Walking out the salon with a fresh set of nails and a drink clutched in her hand, Selena felt at ease. The tension that was building up on back and shoulders made her feel like an old lady, and that was the last thing she wanted to feel in her teenage years. The glasses on her face covered her eyes from the sunlight as she walked down the sidewalk and towards her care, she also had a few shopping bags dangling off her arms, she was at peace, luckily nothing happens on this side of Figure 8.

That was until John B ran into a chain barrier and shot into the sky like something off of a daredevil performance on TV. It made Selena step back and nearly choke on her strawberry smoothie but she nearly laughed once she saw the familiar boys wincing face laying on the ground.

"Dude! Did you just yeet over that chain!" Selena winced at her own choice of words as soon as it left panicked lips.

A string of groans and curses tumbled out of John Bs mouth as he gripped his side in pain. "Who put the chain there?"

"Oh my god, your bleeding!" Selena stared at the bloody stain on the boys peach colored t-shirt and lifted it up to view a disgusting scab oozing with more blood. "Shit, it's bad, you might even die B John."

"Yeah, that's not ideal." John B muttered as he ignored her over exaggerated remark, the boy quickly began to look around and lightly tapped Selena's hand. "Hey, could you take me to the hospital?"

"Right now." Selena furrowed her brows, the injury didn't seem severe enough for John B to check into a hospital. Selena could help him the knowledge she learned from her health class.

"Yeah, right now, that would be fantastic." He held a weary look while he glanced in all directions for something, or someone.

"Fine, but your gonna have to stand up because I'm not dragging your ass to my care." Selena assisted him as he rolled his eyes but agreed. "On three, one, two, three."

Together they pushed up and made their way to Selena's jeep, John B climbed in first swiftly as the girl took her time to shove all the shopping bags into her trunk. After some not-so-subtle shouts from the Pogue to quicken the pace she climbed into the drivers seat and pulled out the parking lot.

"Hey do you— do you see a car? Like a— like a cop SUV?" John B questioned as the seat lowered down slowly till he was flat on his back and out of sight through the window. "Blue and white, maybe."

"I indeed see a blue and white cop SUV."

"Shit, do you see a guy with no neck?"

"There is a guy with no neck and a lady."

"What are— what are they doing?"

"There're um-"

"Can you just— Can you just go, please." John B demanded before she could finish her observation which caused her to scoff.

"That's what I'm doing dumbass, and be self aware as to who's car you currently in." Selena snapped back. "Why are the cops after you anyway, did you murder someone?"

"Not funny, besides, it's best if you didn't know." His anxious gaze peeked out the window to make sure he all was clear.

"What are you, like a fugitive, B John? Running away from the cops and hiding out in my car." The girl teased.

"I don't know, more like a refugee or something." He looked at the street names and pointed towards one of them, "Hey, you know what, don't take me to the hospital just turn here please, I gotta do something "

Selena quietly agreed as she turned the corner and stopped, John B was out and back in within a few seconds with a photo gripped in his hand.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just go, go, go." He direction quickly once more again.

"My car, my rules." Selena gave him a pointed look as she began moving again, "Want some smoothie? It's strawberry." John B didn't respond, he just looked down at the smoothie with furrowed brows. "What? Do you not like strawberries because you should've said so before I sent that fruit basket, it had a bunch of strawberries."

"No, no, I like strawberries, the fruit basket was really nice." He replied softly but he still didn't take the offer.

"Then what is it, B John, do you not want my cooties off the straw?" The girl giggled at her own joke as the boy snatched the drink from her hand a took a few more gulps then intended. "Mind if stop by for food?"

"Wha-"

"Good." Before Selena reached the corner to her neighbor she turned right and ended up in a McDonald's drive thru.

"Are you serious?"

"What, I'm hungry." Selena turned her head once a voice was heard through the box, "Hello! Can I get a the ten piece nugget combo with fries and a drink?"

"Any thing else?"

Selena took a quick glance at John B annoyed figure and shrugged, "A kids happy meal."

—

John B'a eye widened as Selena pulled into the familiar driveway but before he could speak up to say anything she lifted a finger up. "No whining, we gotta clean that wound before it gets all infected and gross."

"No, no, Selena, I can't be here." John B quickly replied back as she turned off the car and began to climb out. "Are you even listening?"

"All I hear is, yes Selena, thank for helping me." The girl said as she looked over at him, awaiting his exit from the car, but all he did was sit stubbornly lean on the leather seat. "B John, could you just trust me for a second?"

"Well, I did that one time already." He scoffed in return as Selena rolled her eyes at the mention of the incident, honestly if she didn't have a teensy winsy crush on him she'd beat the living shit out of him.

"Don't start again with that nonsense, I didn't rat you out, we've been over this. Now suck it up." Selena climbed out and slammed the car door shut which left the boy with no other choice but to follow her into the large house.

"Hey, Hey I don't think your old man would be happy if an ex employee was bleeding all over his house." John B whispered as he jogged to catch up to her while she opened the front door.

"Can you shut up? Just don't bleed." Selena scolded back as they slowly walked in, suddenly, Ward's voice was heard coming down the stairs causing Selena to panic and push John into another room.

"Hey, dad." The girl smiled innocently as her father looked up at her.

"What you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

The wealthy man gestured towards the open door, "Shut the door, c'mon sweetie."

Selena sighed in relief and she uttered an apology as he exited the house. "Thank god." She looked over at John B and gripped his wrist, leading him up the stairs and into Ward's office which also had the only bathroom with a first aid kit. "Sit down, stay here, I'll be right back."

"What am I, a dog?" Selena nodded as the boys mouth dropped in feigned offense but the girl simply walked away and towards the bathroom before she could even think about apologizing.

She swiftly returned with a small red box, cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. "Alright, lift up your shirt." She ordered as she sat down and placed all the things down.

"Woah, no need for us to advance that far." The boy teased as the girl glared at him with an impressed look. "Ok, geez—wait, is that rubbing alcohol?"

Selena poured a fair amount onto the cotton ball, "Yes it is, great observation B John, now take a deep breath and on the count of three I'm gonna disinfect the wound."

"I'm not sure if I really trust you, a non licensed medical professional, to disinfect my wouldn't." The boy honestly spoke as Selena once again glared at him. "Fine, on the count of three."

"One, two-" Selena placed the alcohol doused cotton ball onto the wound before she could finish her counting chasing the boy flinch and let out a loud groan. "Shut the hell up!" The girl flung her hand over his mouth which muffled his groan.

"That wasn't on three!" He complained as he bit down on his lip harshly to prevent any more noises of pain from slipping out his mouth. "You said on the count of three."

"Expect the unexpected, besides your a grown man, suck it up. I've never in my life heard someone whine like that, it's truly pathetic, B John."

"Well how about I put rubbing alcohol on your infected cut, see how that feels." He spat back as he slapped her hand away.

"Don't slap my hand away, asshole." Selena retaliated by slapping his forehead and going back to wiping the access blood.

"Sorry, but you don't need to be that aggressive." He winced while watching her place another cotton ball on the wound.

"I'm not being aggressive, you're just sensitive."

He leaned his head back on the couch and let out a pained sigh, he looking around to distract his mind from the uncomfortable stinging sensation.

"Who...who's the dude on the wall?"

"Denmark Tanny founder of Tannyhill."

"Founder?"

"Yep"

"So, how did a slave found a cotton plantation?" John asked in confusion.

"He was a free man, but also a mystery, he showed up out of no where and paid for all the land around here in gold." The girl informed as she pulled out a large band aid from the box and unwrapped it.

"In gold?"

"Yes, in gold B John." Before she could place the bandaid on the wound the boy rose from his seat and began to look at the painting closely. "Now, hold it there, cowboy, i'm not done."

He quickly pulled out a paper from his backpack and glanced at it with furrowed brows. "I recognize that name, he was on the Royal merchant, but there's no survivors." He turned to look at Selena with a sudden sparkle of curiosity that wasn't on his eyes before. "Hey, what else do you know about his guy?"

"Um, when we first moved here, I found a diary, a almanac, a bunch of papers. My dad donated all to the state archives in chapel hill." She recalled as John lifted his shirt once more so she could place the band aid, it took every muscle within her body to not blush at the sight of his v-line.

"Can I go see that?"

"See what?" The girl questioned as she packed everything into the box and wiped off her hands with a hand wipe also included in the box.

"The archives, I—I need to see them."

"I mean I can get you in if you want, Ward has a trustee pass that he hardly ever uses anyway."

"Yeah, yeah, I need that."

"To chapel hill?"

"Yes, right now."

"Why now?"

"I can't tell you that."

"More fugitive stuff?"

"Uh...fugitive adjacent, sort of. It's a matter of national security." The boy rushed out as his eyes practically begged for her to hand over the pass.

"Wow, how convincing, let me just go ahead and give you that special pass." Selena sarcastically replied as the boy huffed in annoyance.

"Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I really need to borrow that pass. The less you you know the better. Okay? You've just— gotta trust me."

"Why trust you if you don't even trust me, B John?" The Cameron girl raised a brow as John B went quiet. "I'll only give you the pass if I go with you."

"What? No!"

"Then you're not going, I'm you're way in, you choose."

John B took in a long, deep breath before letting it out, his shoulders slumping down in defeat. "Fine."

—

With a triumphant smile, Selena happily climbed into the car with the brunette following behind. They drove all the way to the docks and made their way to towards ticket booth, unfortunately it was completely empty as the ferry prepared for soon departure.

They had to immediately go to the last resort which was more improvised then planned, nonetheless, John B confidently looked over at Selena. "These are my people. Just wait." He strutted over to the captain who was checking up on some last details, he looked up at the presence on the teen and furrowed his brows in both confusing and annoyance.

John B turned around with a  tight-lipped smile as Selena chuckled softly at his embarrassed expression. "So?"

"So...they're booked." He plainly mumbled as the girl raised a brow and a proud smirk, the look he sent her just screamed I told you so.

"Who? Uh.. your—your people?" Selena joked as John B rolled his eyes and dropped his arms down to his side in annoyance.

"What you got a better idea?"

Selena scanned the area as she formed a quick plan,  "Yeah." The girl lead the boy towards two bright yellow rain-coats and grabbed both of them, handing one to John B. "Follow me." She subtly grabbed a tank and walked down into the bottom part of the boat, room was illuminated by a few red lightbulbs and it was annoyingly hot.  The door behind them had shut and after a few noises and shuffles, the boat suddenly began moving. Selena tripped backwards at the sudden movement but was caught by the boy right behind her, she grinned up at him, feeling a little of that bubble wrap surrounding her perfect life become a undone. "We're moving."

Selena raised her hand up towards him as he connected his own with her in a high five, "Yeah."

For the next hour, the teens had to endure the horrendously hot temperature and it didn't help when John B had decided to pull off his shirt, Selena's cheeks were boiling and the red light covered the giant blush on her cheeks.

"God, why does it have to be so goddamn hot." John B whined as he wiped the sweat that glistened on his forehead

"It's 'cause I'm here." Selena giggled at herself as John B shoved her away with a grumpy grumble. "Hey, do you, I don't know, wanna play a game?"

"No"

"Awesome, so there's this game me and my sisters play, it's basically truth or dare except without the dare." Selena explained the best she could with her foggy brain.

"So, that's just truth, Selena, that's truth." John B said sarcastically as he found everything to be more frustrating with the heat.

"No shit Sherlock, let me finish my sentence." Selena rolled her eye's, "Do you wanna play truth?"

"Still no."

"Okay, you got the first question, ask a any question you'd like." Selena looked over at him, awaiting a response as a small smile appeared on his lips.

"Why did you kill Dimitri?" The Routledge boy questioned in a Russian accent, his face suddenly getting serious.

"Simple, that Dimitri, he—he knew too much, Poor boy he was compromised." Selena replied back with a mediocre accent, a little chuckle slipped from her lips as the brunette continued intensely with the role plays.

"Yes, you know, we all know too much, eventually."

Selena hummed as she smiled softly, "My turn, what did you se win the painting that so desperately made you want to see these archives."

John B side and looked away from her. "Look, I can tell you, okay."

"Why?"

"Because, it's for your own safety."

"I'll be damned, B John caring about my safety? I'm flattered." Selena smirked and for the millionth time he rolled his eye's "But, c'mon, it has to be something, anything!"

"Look, someone who was supposed to be dead wasn't. All right." He let out a half-ass summary which didn't help with Selena curiosity, she wanted details and full insight, but John B couldn't give her any of it. It was already a problem being around her with the history she has with Kiara so giving her any crucial information would make the Carrera girl furious.

"So...like a zombie?"

"No."

"Well then what is it?" Selena contemplated her next words as she looked over at him, he stayed silent, noto wanting to say anymore. "Does this involve your dad?" The boy let out a deep sigh as he looked down causing Selena to frown in regret. "Sorry."

"It's fine."

"Hey, I admire how strong you've been throughout all this shit, I mean I can't imagine losing my dad. He may be a big asshole at times but he was from the cut, like you, but he busted his ass for everything that we got." Selena gave him nudge on his side and a soft grin which made him finally look up and into her eyes.

"You appreciate him?"

"Yeah, I do."

"That's how I feel about my dad." The girl nodded which made him continue, "Okay, so you know how whales make those deep noises. Like uh..." He let out a deep noise in an attempt to mimicking the noise of the whales which made the girl laugh.

"ok, ok, I get it, that's how whales communicate with other whales from across the ocean."

"Right, and I know this sounds weird but, I can hear him calling to me. Like he needs my help." John B looked at the girl hoping she didn't look at him like he was crazy.

"I getcha, you're headstrong, always wanting to help. I can tell you have a good heart."

"Very inspirational, princess." He smirked teasingly as she rolled her eyes at the nickname despite the flutter in the pit of her stomach.

"Don't call me that."

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry...princess."

"You're unbearable, B John!"

─

Selena and John B rushed out of the boat as a man shouting angry, foreign words chased after them till they reached the end of the dock. They were out of breath from running and uncontrollable laughter that escape their mouths, Selena looked down at her figure in disgust while raindrops also began to fall down on them.

"Holy hell, we're disgusting." John B also looked down at his dirty clothing and shrugged, unbothered. "They're definitely not gonna be going in the archives looking like this."

"What do you mean? I think I look pretty good."

"Trust me, they're not gonna let us in looking like we just came out of a swamp, we're not shrek." Selena began her walk through a small, nearby fancy plaza that could help out.

"Hey, B John, how about this." She stopped in front of a shop named Ben slivers, just the exterior itself showed that people who didn't casually carry a thousand dollars in their bag couldn't enter. It made John B nervous given the fact that he used the same shorts throughout the week.

"Absolutely not." The boy began walking away before Selena tugged on his backpack, forcing him to return, the rich girls smirk indicated some more then what John B had in mind. She was going to have a field day with him.

"Hold it there, pretty boy, I think we've just arrived at our destination." While still holding his bag, she dragged him into the fancy store that was spotless and even more expensive looking from the inside.

"Selena!" The boy whispered yelled as she looked down at the button ups, "I don't think you understand, this is like an organ with the wrong blood type. It doesn't work!"

"Quit the dramatics, you are probably one of the most dramatic people I've ever met, maybe more than me." The teen scolded as he nervously glanced around the store, the glares he was getting from the older people was starting to my him antsy. "That says a lot, B John."

"I'm not dramatic."

"You're a big drama queen." She teased before turning back at the clothing options. "Oh, what about cashmere?"

The boy reached over to look at the tag of the nice shirt, the way his eyes widened and practically bulged out his head was comical. "Have you seen the price!"

Selena shrugged and looked back at the boys shocked expression,"Yeah."

"It's $190, Selena, $190." He emphasized the high number to make it somehow click in her brain that it was ridiculously expensive, but the girl didn't care.

Selena smirked and flipped through the stack of shirts, searching for his size. "Calm down, Johnny, I'll sugar mama you. Buy what you want, it's on me." She gave himself wink and turned away to looks at the accessories.

"Sugar mama?" John B tried his best to not let her words fluster him, he was typically the initiator during the one night stands he was with the many girls at the boneyard. Why would a (totally hot) kook make him want to blush and his stomach erupted with butterflies.

"What about a nice little fedora!" Selena giggled as she placed the ridiculous hat over his Moo of brown hair,

"Selena, I don't think you understand, I don't want anything I'm here." John B complained as she continued looking around the store.

A older man in a sleek, gray suit walked up to the pair with a kind smile, "Can I help the gentlemen?" He asked looking between the two, his gaze judgingly lingered on the pogue.

"Of course you may, Mr...?"

"Mr. Ike"

"Ike? Selena." The girl put up the sweetest smile for the older man as she gestured towards John B who awkwardly stood behind her, the fedora still sitting on top of his head, "Jonathan."

"John." The teen firmly corrected as she ignored him and continued sweetly talk Mr. Ike.

"My good ol' friend here needs all the help can get."

"I can see that."

The judgy Mr. Ike had selected a few items, handing them off to the boy and shoving him into a changing room. For a few minutes Selena had to argue with him so he'd finally try on the button ups and ties, after some back and forth between the two John B had given in and shuffled around the dressing while Selena awaited outside.

The door slowly opened as the boy walked out stifly and awkwardly, the girl grinned, covering her mouth to stifle the laughter that begged to slip from her lips. "You're laughing at me."

"No, I'm not—" Selena's own laughter had cut her off as she looked down, "You..you look amazing, nice and ready for your middle school dance."

"I look like I got kicked out of a barbershop quartet." John B retorted back, he turned towards the large mirror displayed behind him and cringed at himself.

"Hey, Mr. Ike." The old man looked at her as she gave him the same sweet smile, John B had learned that the smile meant nothing good given the fact that he looked like an idiot because of Selena. "What about Seersucker?"

"Absolutely not."

"Great choice." The man smiled and nodded in agreement.

"And," John B wanted to walk out the store as Selena mischievously looked back at the boy, "maybe a pink button down, some bucks?"

"Bucks? what's a buck?"

"I'll get a pair." As he walked off John B groaned and rubbed his hands over his face chasing Selena to giggled.

"You enjoy this? Are you enjoying me feeling like I'm being tortured?" John B asked sarcastically as the man came back with a bright outfit that made the teens eyes widen. "Selena-"

"Nope, just except your fait, B John." The girl grabbed the clothing from the man as he walked away, she shoved it into John B's hands as he went back into the dressing room. After some shuffling and silence Selena grew impatient, she stood from the leather seat and walked over to the door. "Are you alive or did the price tag make you pass out?"

"Selena, I cannot walk around looking like this." The boy argued, "I'm not coming out, you'll have to drag me out."

"If you say so." Selena swung open the door to 'drag him out' but nearly bursted out laughing at the sight, he was checking himself out at all angles. Selena wouldn't admit this for anything but she, herself checked him out quickly before he turned over to look at her like a deer in headlights. "You having fun, fantasizing about behind a model, 'cause your clearly checking yourself out."

He blushed slightly as he threw on his pants and suit jacket, "Shut up I as not checking myself." He looked back in the mirror, "Even if I do look pretty good."

"Oh, relax B John it's not the first time I've seen a guy in undies." She teased as rolled his eyes and remained silent at her comment. "Don't be jealous, Johnny."

"I can't hear, these price tags are being really loud." He covered his ears which made the girl laugh.

"You're not denying it-"

"La, la, la."

"Ok, enough of this, get out here so I look at you better." She gripped his hand and pull him out the dressing room despite his protest. "Pull your fly up."

"Honestly if someone saw me in this—"

"They'd roast the shit out of you, that's why I love it. It's a win win don't you think?" She smiled up at him, "But we're on a secret mission, B John, therefore we should become completely new people.

"Ooh, so we need aliases?" He raised a brow as she nodded. "Whatcha thinkin?"

"Mmm, Vlad from...Vienna." Selena proudly replied as she back up and posed. "What about me, what does all this scream?"

"Annoying from rich mansion." He replied as Selena dropped her pose and glared at him, he cheekily grinned. "I'm only kidding..partially."

"Quit being an asshole and give me a name!" Selena whined making the boy pose in a thinking stance.

"All right, so I say...Adele from..France." He chose as Selena wiggled her brows and smirked.

"Mm, Adele du France?"

"Parlez-vous français?"

"Oui, Oui, monsiuer. Et toi."

"No, no. That's it." He chuckled at the foreign language and gripped her shoulders, he mimicked the same mischievous smirk she held earlier. "Now, since you got to dress me and make me look all spiffy, I get to dress you."

The girl leaned in close."Bring it pretty boy."

John B picked out the dresses himself which was the first red flag that made the teen worry. He wore the same button down's everyday with only 3 buttoned and the rest left wide open, Selena wouldn't consider him the stylish type. After only a few minutes the boy came back with a large pile of dress and handed them off to her.

"Go on, try them." He shoved her into the dressing room and made himself comfortable on the leather seat. Within a couple minutes Selena came out with hot pink heels and a matching dress that was a two sizes too big.

"Wow, it looks great." He held half a laugh as he noticed her frown and the sagging dress that was draping down her shoulders. "It's like a soccer moms first outing."

"John B, did you even take a glance at the size, this shit is way too big on me!" The girl complained as she pushed up the strap that kept falling off.

"Honestly, i just grabbed whatever I saw first." He shrugged as she rolled her eyes and stomped back into the dressing room. "If it makes you feel better you look...presentable."

The girl came back out with a black v-neck that was her size this time but it didn't feel right, she nearly dislocated her shoulder just trying to zip the thing up.

"Ooh." The boy winced as he looked over at her, "Who died?"

"Haha." She mocked as she turned to look at herself, she did honestly look like she was going to a funeral, she just need the ridiculously large sun hat and a pair of glasses.

Next was a cross neck purple dress that Selena could not figure out, "How the hell am I suppose to put this on, it feels like geometry class!"

"Is that a lavender or plum?"

"Are you color blind? It's obviously more like a heather."

"Who's heather?"

"Oh my god."

"Now this dress is cute." The girl commented as she revealed a new, baby pink dress with long straps that reached her knees. "But it was built in ropes, I can sing on trees like Tarzan with this or something."

John B put on a sweet smile but let out a quick, "No."

"You need to learn how to style, Vlad." The girl muttered before trying on the second to last dress. She liked it, a spaghetti strap with flowers on them, in fact they were her favorite flowers. She walked out the dressing room more confidently as the boy looked, his demeanor complete shifted as he stood up straight, his eyes widened and his mouth kept opening to say something, but his mouth went dry before he could utter a word.

"I think we found a winner." Selena smiled at his reaction and turned around, "I saw yes to the dress, maybe you're not such a stylist after all."

"Y-you, uhm, you clean up well..I guess." John B finally spoke as his eyes admired her body which made the girl giggle like a little girl.

"How charming, Vlad."

He gulped as he tried to regain his composure by changing the subject, "So..why did you come with me?"

The girl sighed and turned to look over at him, "Well, I was very bored and you, B John, are a very interesting person to be around?"

"Interesting?" He questioned as she nodded.

"Yeah, interesting, besides I need to escape that hell hole even if it's for a little bit. Sarah refers to as the bubble wrap life my future is already planned out and protectively wrapped. But I don't want my life to be perfect, I've seen what it does, half the people become alcoholic and have snobby children, the other half are such plain assholes." Selena distracted herself by fixing the messy collar on John B's dress just that had been bothering her.

"Well, I like to have some of that bubble wrap." John B replied softly, looking down at her focused eyes. "It would make my life easier."

"You can have some, B John, I don't mind." She smiled up at him, "You can have it all if you'd like."

"So, it wouldn't be selfish to want it all to myself?"

"Nope, I actually think this bubble wrap life was made to be yours." Selena blushed the more she flirted with this stupidly hot guy that she had a silly crush on the moment she saw him working on her dads boat.

John B wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him, he was hypnotized by her. Her body, her smell, her gaze all trapped him into this hazy hypnosis that made him want Selena during all hours of the day. It made his vision blur with lust, but she was always put behind this glass case that made her unreachable, now that glass has shattered and he has her hooked around his arms.

"It is best if we keeps this professional, Vlad." She pulled away from his nearing face and smirked once he snapped out his trance. "We do have a mission to complete after all."

Nattie speaking:
This chapter was a lengthy one but I hope you guys enjoyed it we are almost at Midsummers and it's honestly my favorite episode

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