ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ᵗᵉᵉⁿˢ ᴶᴶ ᴹᴬʸᴮᴬᴺᴷ

eight

" mr van de kamp " evie greeted, nodding her head politely as the elder man came into the island club. she stepped out from behind the host stand, leading the man to his regular seat at in the lounge. " beautiful day" he hummed, looking out at the scenery of the outerbanks. evie nodded in agreement, before turning on her heel to get his drink. 

her converse clad feet padded softly against the marble floors as she made her way to the bar, narrowly dodging the new server carrying red wine. the brunette worked at the island club, but helped out at her dad's shop most of the time. 

evie picked up the bar flap with a huff, scooting past cristina, her co-worker who was tending to customers at the bar. evie reached up for the maccallan whiskey, mr van de kamps usual, and frowned when it was practically empty. she set down the bottle, taking off the spout before tossing it in the bin. 

she stepped out from behind the bar, smiling at a customer as she walked towards the backdoor. evie pushed the door open, allowing it to close behind her before a hand wrapped around her arm. " oh my god!" evie squeaked, as she was pulled into the admin room. 

her face scrunched up when she saw john b, kie, pope and john b all huddled into the room. "what are you guys doing here?" evie questioned, noticing jj swinging his keycard around on his finger. jj worked as a busboy at the club, a job he got courtesty of evie, and it was obviously how they got in. 

" we don't have time for this " kiara whisper yelled, looking at pope who was frantically typing on one of the computers. " what's going on?" evie asked, confused as ever just as pope threw his head back in frustration when the computer asked for a login to gain access to the internet.

" it's evieprescott, and the password is yourthewestvillage- what are you doing?" she told them her login nonetheless, jj smirked when he realised evie's password was a lyric from her favorite taylor swift song. 

" the wreck, we want to find it " kiara told evie, using her hand to wipe a peice of lint from the girls skirt. evie smiled greatfully, nodding her head in understanding. evie did think this whole royal merchant stuff was rubbish, but she played along. for john b's sake. 

" coordinates, please " pope asked, glancing at john b who unfolded the map from last night"34, 57 , 30 north, 75, 44, 42 west " john b read out, pope typing them into the computer before a map of the coast popped up" that's the continental shelf " evie said, brows drawn  together. 

" well, if it's off the deep end, it's not going to be much of a treasure hunt, is it ? " pope asked, looking up at john b who was hovering over his shoulder.  " guess we don't get to be the goonies today " evie sighed, her eyes catching a customers through the small gap in the door causing her to gasp she she remembered what she was doing in the first place. " okay, i have to go"

" what time do you get off " kiara asked, looking at the brunette who was tying her shoelace. "half two" evie answered, fixing her ponytail as she caught jj's eyes. " we will wait out back"

-

" pope, we're not stealing the drone. we are borrowing it " reassured john b, rubbing pope's shoulder to ease the tension " humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality " pope spoke with a shaky voice, looking out of the window to calm his nerves. 

evie was sitting beside jj, there knees bumping every so often as the blonde carefully crafted a joint. evie yawned, her head resting against jj's shoulder. " you tired, peach?" asked jj, with a teasing smile knowing the nickname drove evie mad. evie earned the nickname when jj got her drunk on peach schnapps when they were 14. she made a fool of herself then threw up in the bonfire- it was an eventful night. 

" shut up" evie mumbled, still resting her head as she closed over her eyes, " why are you so weird, pope ? " jj asked, to which the brunette jabbed his ribs with her unusually pointy elbows. "ow!" 

" it's fantasy, but possible reality " kie hummed, looking in the rearview mirror at pope. " reality" john b answered, hands drumming against the steering wheel of the twinkie.

" virtual reality " jj murmured, softly nudging evie's head up for a moment to reach for his lighter. "hey, lie down, eves " jj spoke quietly, gesturing for the girl to rest her head in his lap. he put the joint to the side, instead playing with evie's hair. kiara smiled at the interaction, knowing jj had a thing for evie. she wouldn't admit it, but she knew evie liked him too. 

-

" you got this, evie " john b spoke, trying to give the brunette a confidence boost as she got out from the twinkie. " it's not me i'm worried about" she mumbled, looking in the rearview mirror as she took down her hair and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her polo shirt. jj not so subtly checked her out as she pulled it down to reveal her cleavage, earning him a smack from john b. 

" good luck, evie" pope spoke, nodding at the girl who flashed him a thumbs up before spinning on her heel and walking to the garage.  she exhaled, putting on her sweetest smile as she approached the stubby man. " hi, i have a flat tire, could you help?" she asked, blinking a few times as the man gawked at her for a moment, before snapping back to reality.

" of course " the man spoke, nodding his head as he followed the girl to the boat. she walked up to the stern, purposefully swinging her hips in order to entrance him, safe to say it worked. " it's just this back one here " evie explained, bending over in order to be eye level with the tyre. 

the mechanic let out a hmph noise, rubbing his chin as he insepcted the wheel. " probably just been sitting in the yard to long " the man replied, opening his toolbox as evie hummed in reply. she could see the boys and kiara sprinting across the salvage yard out of the corner of her eye, and cringed at how obvious they were being. 

" got it ? " evie asked, as the man stood up, seemingly have fixed her tire which had nothing wrong with it in the first place. the man nodded, before his head shot up at the sound of a dog barking. " do you hear that ? " the man questioned, eyeing the brunette.  " hear what ? " evie asked, acting completely oblivious while a frown played on her soft features.

" oh, tebows got something " the mechanic announced, looking across the salvage yard as evie internally paniced" it's probably just a raccoon, maybe. you know? " evie shrugged, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear in an attempt to stay nonchalant. the mechanic crouched back down, double checking the tyre as evie rounded to the opposite side, using her earring to peirce another tyre. 

" what are you doing? " samuel questioned catching evie in the act, as she jumped back in surprise " this one looks a little low, too " she spoke, trying to play it off. the mechanic looked at her suspiciously, before taking off in the opposite direction. "shit"