In Between // OBX (K.C)

48

"My parents are so paranoid of me being a pogue," Kiara sighed, sitting in the bed of the truck that sat atop a carrier boat.

"Like it's the worst thing that could ever happen?" Brenna finished the thought sitting across from her, Kiara nodded.

"My uncle was a fucking pogue, my mom and him grew up on the cut! And now he's part of the fucking country club and wears sperry's and thinks he's all high and mighty!" Brenna pretended to throw up.

"My parents want to send me to boarding school," Kiara sighed.

"I hear they have good weed at boarding school," JJ tried to see the positive as he sat on the top of the truck, rolling a joint.

"I'm not going to boarding school, they're gonna have to kidnap me, tie me up and throw me in a van," Kiara shrugged. Brenna laughed at the thought of that.

"Well I say," JJ hopped off the top of the car, the joint now lit between his lips, "We just crumble some herb right now," he handed Kiara the joint.

"Hey, Kie, have you tried to hit John B back on that number yet?" Pope finally spoke up, standing outside of the truck.

"Like twenty million times," she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"That's quit a few times," JJ chuckled, messing with his hat.

"Some random lady at a hotel keeps answering," Kiara shrugged, leaning over to hand Brenna the joint.

"See my question was answered," Brenna teased Pope, looking up at him as she took a drag.

"Well until we hear from them again, we gotta try and clear his name," Pope held up the letter, "Right now this letters our best bet"

"Right stay on task, thats why I love ya, Pope," JJ nodded. Brenna rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Pope?" Brenna held up the joint.

"I'm good, I'm gonna try and focus," Pope looked back at the letter.

"I'll take that," JJ wiggled his fingers as Brenna handed him the joint.

"Kind sir"

"Thank you, m'lady," he joked, making Kiara giggle.

A while later the four were finally entering Charleston in Pope's fathers beat up pick up truck.

"Guys I've read this thing like a thousand times, it makes no sense," Kiara looked at the letter.

"I mean the Limbrey's own like half of Charleston," Kiara explained, "What do the kook kings of Charleston know about a murder on Kildare Island?"

"Why you specifically?" Brenna looked over at Pope.

"Please come alone? That's hella sus," Kiara read from the letter.

"I was thinking the same thing," Pope agreed before the car started to make a hissing noice, "Come on!"

"What was that?" Brenna looked at the hood of the smoking truck worried.