~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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Season 1- ✅
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"This is your room," I said, leaning in the doorway. "Not too shabby, huh?"
John B looked around. "Not too shabby at all."
"My room's just upstairs, by the way." I smiled, feeling something warm and a little mischievous curl through my chest. "In case you were wondering."
He threw himself onto the bed with a groan.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. No — I'm good. I'm good." He pushed himself up, his cast catching the light. "I got it."
"I have to warn you about something," I said.
"Uh-oh."
"I sleepwalk." I leaned against the doorframe. "So if I show up in the middle of the night—"
"I should just roll with it?" He laughed.
"Maybe." I leaned in and kissed him, feeling the warmth of it settle low and easy in my chest, like something I could get used to.
"Stella Lee Cameron."
I pulled back. "Yep," my heart lurching straight into my throat.
Dad stood in the hall with the expression of a man who had expected exactly this and was still annoyed about it.
"You have already broken the first rule. What is the first rule?" He looked between us. "Stay out of each other's rooms. Think of this as a minefield. Yes sir?"
"Yes sir," I said, biting back a smile despite the mortification climbing up my neck.
"Yes sir, John B?"
"Uh — yes sir. Yeah." John B nodded, impressively composed for someone who had been caught kissing his guardian's daughter approximately forty seconds after moving in.
"All right. Stella, can you give me and the new inmate a quick minute?" Dad asked.
"Be nice," I told him, backing out, throwing a glance back at John B that I hoped read as reassuring.
"I'll be nice," he said, in the tone of a man who made no promises.
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"What did you and my dad talk about?" I asked as we headed toward the docks, the morning heat already settling heavy on my shoulders.
"He wanted to know about the plat map," John B said.
"What about it?"
"Whether I was looking for the gold. Like my father."
"And?"
"I told him I was a history buff." He said it with the quiet pride of someone who believed this had worked.
I didn't say anything, something uneasy tightening in my chest. My dad had been navigating the gap between what people said and what they meant his entire life. He hadn't gotten to where he was by missing things. But John B looked genuinely pleased with himself, and I loved him enough to let him have it.
