they're just blowing smoke,
i'll say what they won't,
i know everything they don't.
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛,
ruby miller can always sniff out when things are too good to be true. her stepfather, ward cameron, is one of them.
𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥...
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Season I. Ch VI.
never needy, ever lovely.
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Ruby races downstairs, nearly tripping over herself as she makes a beeline into the guest room. "holy shit." she exhales, stopping in the doorway. "it's true."
john b sits silently on the bed, a cast on his left wrist. ruby had heard about what had happened at the hawks nest the previous night, but couldn't believe wards words when he told her he had volunteered to board john b to help keep dcs off his back. ward cameron was never nice out of the goodness of his heart; ruby was almost certain he was doing it for his own benefit, she was just unsure of what.
"hi, rue." the older boy greets, waving his uncasted arm. "surprise."
ruby steps forward with purpose, punching the teen in the shoulder. "you're a fucking idiot, john b."
"ow, shit!" he curses, "me? what did i do?"
"sarah? seriously?"
"okay, woah, i did not do—"
"shut up!" ruby interrupts, "first of all, i was out defending your friends while you were off sneaking around with my sis—step-sister, and thenyou tell her about your stupid little treasure hunt? so what, she's in on this now and i'm out before i even get started? what about that thing at that lady's house, with the crazy guys and the guns and the—"
"okay, woah." john b repeats, holding out a hand. "first of all, we let you tag along to lana's because you threatened us. second of all, thanks for your help at the movie the other night, that was cool. we could use your skills if you're down. and we found that stupid treasure—"
ruby turns up her nose. "my skills? you mean you cowards need a fourteen year old girl to protect you?"
"uh...yeah. but when you put it like that—"
"no."
john b raises an eyebrow, "no?"
"yeah, no. good luck not getting murdered by rafe and his goons. you're on your own. i'm not doing shit with sarah." ruby spits, turning on her heels and leaving for upstairs.
john b remains confused on the bed, muttering to himself, "what the hell...?"
𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼
Be nice. be calm, be polite. a pretty little thing, for eyes not ears. cross your legs, bite your tongue, bide your time. smile softly, kindly. gentle eyes. be never needy and ever lovely. these are all things rose cameron dug into ruby; completely opposite to what her father had instilled into her all her life.
