~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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We jogged down toward the ferry dock, shoes hitting wet pavement, the sky doing that thing it did before a storm — hazy and heavy, the air so thick with humidity it felt like pushing through something, every breath sitting damp in my chest before I could fully pull it in.
By the time we got there, the guy at the ticket booth was already locking up, and I felt my stomach drop at the sight of it, the whole plan collapsing before it had even started.
"No, no, no — hey, excuse me, sir?" John B called, breathless. "Are you sold out?"
The man glanced back. "You're not the only ones trying to get off the island." And kept walking.
"God damn it." John B smacked the side of the booth with the flat of his hand, and I felt the frustration coming off him in a way that made my own chest tighten in sympathy.
I looked around. Boats. Fog. Nothing useful. "Um," I said, scanning the docks for anything that looked like a way through.
"Follow me." He grabbed my hand and took off toward the docks, his palm warm and rough against mine, and my feet were moving before my brain had fully agreed to it.
"Okay, yeah, sure," I said, because that was apparently the kind of person I'd become.
"Have you ever been on a tugboat?" he asked, already scanning the water.
"You're not serious."
"We gotta talk our way onto that barge," he said, eyes doing that thing — bright and reckless and completely convinced, and something in my chest lit up despite myself at the sight of it.
"Go on then, Captain Charming," I said.
"I got this. These are my people. Just wait." He was already moving toward the captain with that easy, disarming walk of his.
"Hey, Cap! So — question for you. Me and my sister really need to get on this boat, man. Can we hop on?" He smiled wide.
"Sister?" I said, quiet enough that only I heard it, something in my chest twisting a little at the word even as I told myself it was nothing.
"No," the captain said. Zero hesitation.
"Just — just help a brother out."
"No. Can't do it."
John B exhaled. "Thanks for nothing." He came back toward me with the slightly wounded expression of a man whose people had let him down.
"So," I said, crossing my arms, biting back a smile. "Your people."
"They're booked," he said, not meeting my eyes.
"Right. Your people are booked."
"You got a better idea?"
"Yeah, actually." I reached over and grabbed two yellow rain jackets hanging off a nearby hook, the plastic stiff and cold under my fingers. "Put it on."
