Don't Stand By Me (COMPLETE)

CHAPTER FIVE

ELVIS

July 31st; 01:45

I know it was hardly the time for it, but I could not stop staring at that curly haired sweetheart. I felt like a blushing virgin, falling immediately for the first guy to show me any attention. And while that was far from the truth - I had no problems in that area, thank you very much - that's how he made me feel. Bumbling, blushing, and lovestruck even when we had a dead body at hand.

Jesus Christ, that managed to slip my mind for a second.

"So what's our gameplan?" Dixon said with a determination that was making me oddly flustered.

Not the time, Elvis. Down boy.

"We need to get him to the RV." Kiara mused, "But I'm not sure how."

I couldn't help but gaze at her with some form of admiration flooding my brain. I don't know how she managed to keep it together so well considering that man had tried to kill her and that if we did get caught, it was likely her taking the fall for it. She was completely calm, not even a shake in her hand. She was a stronger person than me, that was absolutely certain. I would be on my knees sobbing if I was in her shoes. She would be really suited to being an FBI agent...or maybe an assassin.

"We could Weekend at Bernie's it." Brent grinned and I could nearly see the lightbulb above his head.

Violet whirled around to glare at him, "You want us to drag a corpse through an insanely busy campsite because it worked in a terrible fucking movie?"

"I liked that movie." Dixon muttered, kicking a rock with his shoe, making me snicker.

"Are you an imbecile?" She continued, "Are you genuinely missing a screw in your brain?"

"Hey, Vi." Kiara stepped forward, placing a calming hand on her shoulder, "It's not a bad idea."

We all stared at her in shock, Brent included.

"What?" She said defensively, "Everyone out there is either wasted, high, or fucking. Now is our best chance to bring him through."

"She's right." Cassie chimed in, glancing at Kiara, "It's our best option."

Jeez, if my heart eyes were bad, theirs were like fireworks.

"I have some sunglasses!" Dixon beamed adorably, scrambling to rifle through his pockets.

He pulled out a pair of RayBans, offering them awkwardly to Brent. He looked genuinely happy to be able to help out. Brent nodded, taking them from him. He turned to face the body, staring down at it.

"This is creepy." He said with a shudder.

"Well, you're the one who killed him." Violet rolled her eyes.

"To save Kiara!" He argued.

They were about to have a full blown domestic while standing completely exposed in a clearing standing beside a dead body. Great. Just great.

"Guys, can we please have this argument in the safety of the RV?" Cassie begged, moving to stand beside Kiara, clinging to her side.

"I agree." I nodded.

Brent broke his gaze from Violet, turning back to the body and staring down at it. He reached down, grabbing Charles, or what was Charles, underneath his armpits, scooping him up like a child who's just vomited on itself. Once Charles was on his feet, Brent wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him upright. He then places the glasses gingerly over his closed eyes.

"How do we look?"

Cassie smirked, "Like he's passed out and you're his frat brother dragging him home."