PETRICHOR ━ pope heyward

- FIVE -

WARNINGS : canon typical violence, mention of death and murder, nsfw comment (? it's the blowjob one from the show, idk if that needs a warning here)

The front lawn of the Resort Inn was packed with people, primarily Kooks. Before coming to the resort, the group stopped at Kie's house and then at Frankie's, collecting lawn chairs and even small snacks, courtesy of Frankie's Doom's Day pantry.

"I'm surprised they're still doing this," Frankie commented as they looked for a place to sit in the grass.

"Keep calm, carry on, back to the OBX life." Kiara quoted back, giving Frankie a small grin.

"Aren't you glad we convinced you to come?" Frankie smirked as he delivered a small nudge to Pope's arm.

"Ecstatic." He deadpanned, unfolding the chair he'd borrowed from the Kook.

JJ added, "My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest."

Frankie dropped his bag on the ground, Pop-Tart Bites likely getting smashed in the process, and went to work setting up his own chair next to Pope's.

"We're out of the green zone, guys," Pope muttered as he removed his bag from his shoulders.

"Calm down, okay?" Frankie whispered back.

"We're in the middle of Kooklandia. This is the last place I wanted to be." Pope's tone got snappier with every word, his eyes flickering between all the Kooks sitting around him.

JJ bit out, "Shut up, Pope," and dropped into his own seat.

"I'm going to get some drinks." Kiara let them know before turning and heading toward the concession stand. Finally getting his chair situated, Frankie turned to go help her, but he froze when he saw Rafe Cameron walk up and stand to her side. He schooled his facial expression and walked over, staying calm and acting like there was nothing to worry about.

"... We know what he did." Frankie heard the ending of Rafe's words and he swallowed harshly.

"Need some help?" He asked Kiara, interrupting their conversation with a faux smile as he stepped into place beside her. The employee handed over three cans of soda and a bottle of water, so Frankie grabbed two cans in his own hands.

"Castillo, what's good?" Rafe asked, but Frankie knew it was a fake greeting by his facial expression. He must've recognized him at Heyward's, but still, Frankie pretended nothing happened.

"Um, hi?" He responded questioningly, an eyebrow raised just like he would've done if Rafe Cameron talked to him any other day of his life. "You got those?" Frankie turned his attention back to Kiara, giving her an out from the conversation.

She chirped, "Yepp!", and followed Frankie back to their seats. The dark haired boy slumped down in his chair as soon as they reached them, passing the soda cans to Pope and running his cold hands over his face with a groan.

"What?" Pope asked, but before Frankie could say anything, Kiara spoke up.

"Anyone want to tell me why Rafe just told me, and I quote, 'Tell your boy that we know what he did'? What is that?" She demanded, handing the last can of soda to Frankie.

Frankie said nothing, just chewed the inside of his cheek as he picked at the pop top and looked back and forth between Pope and JJ.

"Where is he?" JJ finally implored.

"Right there," Kie responded, glancing to the side. Simultaneously, all three of the boys turned their heads, looking straight at Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, the second teen sending them a cocky smirk in response.