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Taylor's pov

"Is this it?" Jake asked, which woke me up.

"We got you Starbucks," Colby said, peeking into the rearview mirror at me with the smallest yet cutest of smiles.

I lifted my head off Corey's shoulder, patting it, "That was a fantastic pillow.  Sorry, Corey," I laughed even though I knew I wasn't being funny.

"Wait, Starbucks?" I asked looking around the car as what Colby said processed in my head that was still trying to wake itself up.

"Yeah, we put it up here.  But we're in the Mojave Desert, so," Sam dragged out, looking around.

"Oh, so we're treasure hunting?" I asked, looking out the windshield.

"We're gonna find some silver, baby," Jake said, rubbing his hands together.

"Let's go," I shouted, sliding over the seats and out the door after Jake.

Colby popped the trunk, moving our bags so he could pull out the metal detectors. "Wait, Sam I have an idea, come record this," Jake said, standing next to a rock with a rusted piece of metal sticking out of it.

Colby didn't seem to hear, so I rested my hand on his forearm, and he glanced over at me with eyes that made me think I could have melted into every crack and crevice in the ground.

"Look," I pointed over to where Sam and Jake were, with the red-head's face twisted in pain.

"Something's poking you?" Sam asked as we approached them, and Jake began quietly yelling in "pain".

"Oh my god, holy shit!" Sam said as Jake grabbed his ass cheeks, making it seem like that a pole just came out of him.

"That would've been you if I shoved a metal detector rod up your ass," I pointed out, nudging Colby.

He smiled down at me, "I feel like I'd be in a lot more pain than that.  And I probably wouldn't have shit into a rock," 

"True," I shrugged, watching as Jake's little skit carried on.

Corey inhaled the end of the stick, "It did," He stated, agreeing with whatever Sam said.

"I don't know how I didn't see that, man," Jake smiled, leaning on a fence up and staring at the pole.

"You want to go treasure hunting kids?" I asked, waving my arms around.

"Hell yeah bruva!" Corey shouted, locking arms with Jake and skipping back to the trunk Colby left open.

They pulled out the metal detectors, and Colby strapped this fancy "chest belt" on his torso and shoulders.

"It looks like a straight jacket frame," I noted poked the "x" that was on his back, exactly where he actually had the tattoo of the same logo.

Colby didn't answer, just smiled back at me.  Then he did something I wasn't going to complain about: he grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.

He didn't care that all of his friends were around, or that we were filming a video.  Colby just did it because he wanted to, and it filled me with a scary type of excitement.  Excited that he might like me, but scary because I could be wrong.

And I was probably wrong.  I'm usually wrong when it comes to boys, especially ones like Colby.

Sam propped up the camera, and Colby adjusted his strap-hell, letting our hands fall apart.  Even though we were in the desert, his hand seemed to leave a cold feeling on mine when he let go.

"We are actually in this ghost town called Keeler," Sam informed the camera, or future audience, "The other side is Owens Lake. Which is the lake that the Molly Stevens shipwreck occurred and a ton of silver was passed back and forth on this lake.  We're going to go and see what we can find," He looked over at Colby, as if it was his turn to speak.