𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑，𝗃𝗃 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 in shock that we had managed to get our hands on the gold. When we first started the hunt, I thought that it was all a wild goose chase for the summer and it wasn't real. I had somewhat convinced myself it wasn't really out there, but it was.

It was only starting to sink in that there were millions of dollars worth of gold in that well.

I could split the money with my sister and we could move to Figure Eight. I could get a dog, spend my days on the beach surfing without a care in the world.

We had melted down the gold pieces that we had so that when we went to the pawn shop, it couldn't be identified by the wheat symbol.

I followed JJ out of the van who held the gold in a cloth, "Hell of a job melting it down, Dr Frankenstein," JJ complained, turning to Kiara who had the job.

She scoffed in disbelief, "Like you could have done any better."

"I could have. I took a welding class." He told us with a smirk. The look on his face was so believable I couldn't tell if he was joking.

I frowned, "When?" I asked, but I was ignored.

"Hey," John B spoke up. "Chill out, okay?"

The blonde rolled his eyes, "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to pawn this piece of shit off. How did me and Hales get this job anyway?"

Pope shrugged, "Cause you're the best liars."

I nodded, "That's fair. Afternoon, ma'am." I greeted the woman as we entered the store.

"Afternoon." She frowned suspiciously.

"I see you buy gold." The Maybank boy smirked.

"That's what the sign says, don't it?" She sassed, holding her hand on her hip.

"Well, I sure hope you buy a lot of it because I'm about to blow your mind," JJ said, pulling the gold out of his backpack.

"I ain't got much mind left to blow to have at it." She chuckled at the sight of it. "That ain't real. It can't be."

I smirked, "Feel how heavy it is." The woman picked up the piece, struggling to lift it. "Let's get some light on that," I told her to which she complied.

She frowned, "Spray-painted tungsten."

"Why don't you see how soft it is?" JJ spoke up.

"You mind?" She asked.

I shook my head, "No, go for it." When the gold didn't make a dent she frowned. "Would you look at that?"

"Hold your horses." She told us. "We ain't got to the acid test yet."

"The acid test." The blonde boy smiled. "My favourite, guys."

The old woman shook her head, "Well, it ain't plated, and it ain't painted."