torn | OBX Jᴏʜɴ B| Rafe Cameron

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At the Chateu, the pogues were wether chilling on the couch inside or at the one's standing on the poarch.

Mitch back to back with Kiara who was playing her ukulele, both humming or quietly singing to it. Pope tried to get some rest, listening to the girls little concert, while JJ, Charlie and John were laying on the couch inside looking like they had given up on playing twister as they were kinda laying on top and underneath eachother.

J's head hung down from the armrest so he couldn't see what his to best friends were doing. John, who was laying on his belly and had his head on Charlie's lower thighs, randomly startet pinching the girl in her calf, making her squeak. "Stop that!" she whispered, trying not to interrupt the chilling vibe.

The curly haired boy giggled as he stop for a second and than went back to pinching her.

"Ouw you fucker, cut the shit!" she flicked his head lightly. Thinking she finally got her peace she once again felt him pinching her, this time closer to were his head was laying.

Enough is Enough, she thought and swung her hand flat on his naked back. The slap and his groan were so loud that all eyes were on them.

John B shot up from his position.

"Don't slap me!"

"Don't fucking pinch me!"

They looked eachother in the eyes, challenging the other. So he pinched her again, in her bizeps this time. "Ouch!" Charlie slapped him on his bizeps "Ouw, you little shit"

He lunged at her but she was quick to jump of the couch, making him fall over the edge and landing on the floor. John was fast to get on his feet and so the two of them were running through the Chateu, knocking things over and making it look even more messy than before.

They ended up on the couch again, restling eachother and not minding if they hit JJ.

"Hey! Ouch, what the fuck!" the blond hit them back each time he got hit by them. Now it was Charlie, John B and JJ wrestling on the couch, while the other three were back to minding their own business.

"Surrender! You will never defeat me. If you surrender, I will spare you." JJ said it like he was a warrior. He had John in a head lock and sat on Charlie's back, making her grunt everytime he moved.

"Okay, okay, I surrender. And now get your fat ass off me" John also held up his hands, all of them breathing heavily as they fell into the cushions.

"God, you're heavy dude." JJ flexed his arms "That's all muscles."

Charlie laid her head on John's chest her hands on her belly. "I still won against you." she turned her head to the left, looking at him. "Yeah in your dreams." the boy rolled his eyes. "Oh I totally heard your cries when I had your arm on your back." John put his hand on her face, shushing her and whispering "I've no idea what you're talking about."

She slapped his hand away and looked back up at the ceiling, not noticing his gaze on her. But Mitch and JJ did. They gave eachother a knowing look.

All they wanted was the two of them to finally admit it but they were to stubborn to do so.

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As the sun was slowly setting, Mitch and Charlie made their way home from the Chateu. In the old, blue-painted house nobody seemed to have entered the whole day, at least nobody was there when the girls arrived.

While Mitch took a shower, Charlie made herself comfortable on the couch.

"So, you and John B. Mhh?" with a mischievous grin on her lips, Mitch padded around the house, wrapped in a towel, to her room. Charlie rolled her eyes in annoyance as she sat up. "Not that again." she whispered to herself. "We talked about that. There is nothing and there will never be anything."