𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗, ˢᵃʳᵃʰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵒⁿ

xviii. insta models and four hundred million

THE GIRL WOKE up with a headache, her eyes shut tightly due to the light peaking through the curtains. "Fuck." She muttered, rolling over to look at the clock on her nightstand. It was eight in the morning. Last night had ended with talk of how they would split the money if they actually found the gold, The Pouges had all fallen asleep at her and John B's home. Emma sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes, she ran her hands through her hair and sighed. Throwing the sheet off of her she got to her feet and stretched before heading to the kitchen. Looking out the window she saw her friends and brother were up, talking out on the dock. Em made her way outside, sitting next to Kie. "Good morning." She said with a yawn.

"Morning, Em. How'd you sleep?" Pope asked sending her a tired smile.

Emma sent the same tired smile back. "Fantastic. And all of you slept well?" She questioned. They all answered the same as her, she nodded back. "What's the plan today?"

"Getting access to the internet." Pope said.

The girl sighed. "And how do we do that? No power." She told him.

"While we may not have power, The Kooks do. And JJ, here can get us into the hotel on Figure Eight with his bus boy privileges."

"Oh, how fun."

Emma laid back on the boat, resting on a towel, sunglasses covering her closed eyes. The sun bathed her in warmth, while the small breeze kept her cool. She was thinking of what they would do if they couldn't gain access to the computers in the Kook hotel, how screwed would they be then? She was pulled from her thoughts when a low whistle sounded from JJ's lips. "Look at that." His voice was full of admiration, Emma had to know what it was he was looking at, she turned her head, it was a boat that was about to pass them. "That's the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality and performance. 200K, easy."

"200k for a boat." Emma scoffed shaking her head. "God, I hate rich people."

Pope was shaking his head. "We picked the wrong parents." He complained.

Em laughed. "Pretty sure that's not how it works." She told the boy.

Kie rolled her eyes when she saw who occupied the large boat. "Hate to break it to you guys, but that's Topper and his girlfriend." She said as the boats passed each other. "You don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch." Kie called to the blonde and her boyfriend.

Emma smirked. "Oh, Kie. How I love you." She also would have shouted out a snarky remark to the blonde couple but she simply didn't have the energy.

The Twinkie pulled into a parking spot of the fancy Kook Hotel, Emma was already rolling her eyes.

"Alright, keep a look out." JJ said, reaching into the glove department to pull out the gun. "We're behind enemy lines."

"Oh, hell no." Emma shook her head, moving toward JJ to flick him in the forehead. "Put that shit back, dumbass." Her and Kie shared a look of disbelief.

"Yo, come on man put it back-" John B was cut off by JJ cocking the gun. "JJ."

The blonde boy shrugged holding up the weapon. "You can never be too careful."

Pope got out of the van, standing next to the passenger side window, leaning in slightly. "Hey, I predict bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve."

"Thank you, Pope."

Kie got between the two boys in the front seat. "I swear to god, I'm gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ. Put it back." She got out, then Emma followed after her.