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//chapter forty-three • take one for the team
𓅰彡𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘
THE BOAT TO Wilmington felt like it was taking too long, in Andrew Cameron's opinion. Or maybe it just felt like that because it was more time that he had to sit there and look anywhere but JJ's face. The days after a breakup is always hell. And for Andrew, it felt as though a thousand years had passed since for everything else but the pain. He assumed it'd subside with time, even just for a little bit, but every time he moved or tried to speak, all the things JJ said to him that morning came rushing back to haunt him like an old ghost, relentless and perturbed.
Fingers snapped abruptly in front of his face. Turning his head his left, Andrew winced, his neck stiff from looking out the water for too long since they had boarded this boat.
"What?" he said, not sure if even he could hear his own voice.
"I called your name like five times," Spencer said. It almost sounded like a reprimand, but Andrew chose to ignore that.
"I heard," he said.
"Really? 'Cause I lied. It was two," Spencer said and Andrew sighed. His eyes flicked to where Cleo and JJ had gone to get drinks, about to make their way back.
"Andrew."
"Huh?"
Spencer sighed. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, Spencer. It's been a day."
"A day?" The blonde echoed like she couldn't believe he'd reduced it to such a time frame.
Pope stared, "It took me a week to get over Endgame."
Andrew chose not to answer, wincing when the sun hit his face. They were all sitting around the table on the deck, trying to figure out a game plan when they had no truck.
"Honestly, the hardest part is gonna be security, all right?" JJ stated as he came back with Cleo. The girl slid into a chair next to a certain Heyward boy. "So most of the guys are gonna be at the rail yard."
Pope nodded. "Right, so we'll need to find some place and guard it, maybe a little further down the line, like a whistle-stop."
"And how do we carry it?" Spencer questioned, arms crossed, raising a brow.
"I've been sayin'." Cleo sighed, motioning around the table. "You guys are getting ahead of yourselves per usual. We don't have a way to transport the Cross. What you think? On JJ's motorcycle?"
JJ scowled and yanked off his hat as he stood up. "That's not my fault."
"Okay, other options."
"Pope," Andrew started, shaking his head. "We've tried our other options."
