Phoebe is Kiara's cousin. She moves to the Outer Banks after a tragic car accident. Leaving her parents dead. On the island she quickly becomes friends with the Pogues. She joins them on the search for gold. All the while; she awaits her armored fat...
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JJ, Kiara and I headed back to the Château after dropping Pope off at his place. We quickly rushed into the house, looking at the mess that was caused from John B rummaging around for the gun earlier. "Maybe we should clean up. John B might come back." I tell the Pogues. "Yeah, sure." Kiara sighs. She stays silent most of the morning cleaning up the kitchen while JJ and I tackle the living room and trash. The sun begins to rise as dawn breaks against the marsh water. The chicken from the coop began to gobble as the woke up. "I'll go feed them." JJ hums, leaving through the back door. Once JJ is gone I skip over to Kiara. Are you still upset about Pope?" I asked. Kiara rolls her eyes. "Pope knows how much I hate talking about my Kook year. So for him to just throw it in my face like that, really hurt." She pouts. "I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt your feelings. He's just stressed. His parents are probably worried about him. I'm sure you two will just forget all about this and go back to being good friends." I smile sadly. I pull her into a hug. "Thanks, Be." Kiara breaths. "No problem." I say, pulling away from her so I could look at her face. "Let go chill in the dock and wait for John B to come home." I say, pulling her out towards the back years to join JJ. The two of us walk along the side of the house where the chicken coop. We stop in our tracks at the sight of a tired John B talking to JJ. "Oh, my God! Are you okay?" I rush over to the Pogue pulling him into a hug. "John B, you good?" Kiara asked. I pull away from him, noticing that's he's covered in dirt. "He went to the Crain House." JJ speaks up. "The gold is gone." John B sighs walking past us towards the dock. "Wait! What?" Kiara exclaimed following her friend. John B lays across the dock looking out into marsh as he plays with his cast in his left hand. "I don't want to talk about it, Kie. It's over, okay." He says. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes, Phoebe. Im sure." He sighs. "Okay." I breathed. I sit next to Kiara in the dock while JJ sits next to John B. The four of continue to sit in silence for a few minutes as the sunrise moves further up to the sky. The purple and orange slowing turning into a beautiful blue hue. For some reason the color of the sky remind me of Rafe. Does he know about his dad? Is he capable of murder, too. Or is he some messed up boy who's just afraid to show his dad the real him. John B began to grunt as he ripped his cast of his left hand. "I don't think you should be doing that." I suggest to the Pogue. "John B." Kiara warns. "What? Kie!" He says, annoyed rolling his eyes. "It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?" He said as he continued to watch the sunrise. "You should care. Your arm's gonna be messed up for life." She scolds. "It's fine. See." John B raises his arm wiggling his fingers at the young Pogue. "Guys!" An out of breath Pope runs quickly up the dock as he joins us at the end. "Oh, God! I ran all the way here." He pants, hunched over in his buttoned up shirt and black slacks. "You good, Pope?" I asked, standing up from my spot next to Kie. "You alright?" John B asked. "How was the interview?" JJ questioned. "Don't ask." Pope snaps, finally standing up straight. "JB." Pope begins. "Look, I'm sorry, dude. About everything." He apologizes. "It's fine." John B sighs. "But I don't have a lot of time, and I have information that is tactically relevant. So, before I had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was too heavy and he needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm there sitting in my interview thinking to myself: "Hmm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?" Pope explains. John B quickly sits up as he begins to realize where Pope is going with this conversation. "Gold." JJ smiles. Pope suddenly jumps up and down clapping his hands. "That's right. Exactly! Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go." Pope demanded. "Guys we can't give up now." Kiara smiles. "Pope you're a genius." I laugh with excitement. "What's the plan, big man?" JJ asked John B. "We're going to steal that shit back." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The five of us sat eagerly in the back of John B's Twinkie as we drove toward the OBX Executive Airport. John B floored the gas as we passed the welcome sign. JJ sat in the floor of the Twinkie loading his gun with bullets. "We go in there, guns a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vámonos, get the hell out of there." JJ explains, finally cocking the gun. "We'll send that shit down the Intracoastal." John B smiles. "Wait for weather." Kiara adds. "And exit to Cuba." Pope finally says. "No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of Yucatán." JJ says. "Perfect paradise. Lobsters. Mangoes. Warthogs. And no word for money." I say. "Let's do this shit." John B says. He continues down the rode that begins to lead us towards the airport. As I'm watching the trees pass by I feel my phone buzz in my jean shorts. I quickly slip the phone into my hand. Rafe's name glows amongst the screen as I try to hide my phone out of JJ's view while he continues to pick up the random bullets he left in the floor of the van. I decide not to answer it; being now is not a good time. Once the call ends I receive several text from him.
