𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊-━━-sarah-cameron

𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝔼𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕤

The salty breeze swept across the Outer Banks as the makeshift movie screen stood tall against the night sky. The crowd was thick, the buzz of people talking, laughing, and settling down for the film filling the air. Ryder, JJ, Kiara, and Pope had managed to snag a spot close to the back, away from the more rowdy crowd. As they settled in, Ryder's Mind flicked over to when John B and Sarah had stayed back at the Château. They needed some "alone time," or so Sarah had said.

Not that it bothered him. Much.

"Man, I'm glad we got here early," JJ said, cracking open a beer. "Couldn't deal with the Kooks crowding us."

Ryder nodded, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe it was just leftover tension from last night-or maybe it was the fact that Sarah had been on his mind more than he cared to admit. He tried to push it aside as the movie began, the black-and-white film flickering across the giant screen.

Halfway through the film, Pope shifted next to Ryder, squirming uncomfortably. "Uh, guys," he whispered urgently, "I gotta piss. Like now."

Ryder groaned. "You couldn't have gone before the movie started?"

"I didn't have to go then!" Pope hissed back, clearly panicked. "I can't hold it, man."

JJ chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. "Alright, we'll go with you. Kie, you stay here and make sure we don't lose the spot."

Kiara rolled her eyes but waved them off. "Fine, just don't miss anything good."

The three of them quietly stood and made their way behind the screen, finding a secluded spot near the trees where they could take care of business without attracting too much attention. Ryder leaned back against a tree, looking up at the sky as Pope hurriedly unzipped and JJ snickered at the whole situation.

Pope moans. "Oh man this is better than a Blowjob"

"Like You know how that feels" JJ remarks with a scoff.

"I know how that feels" Ryder smirks proudly as he does his pants up.

And then they heard it-a familiar voice that made Ryder's stomach drop.

"Well, well, well... look what we have here."

Ryder turned just in time to see Rafe Cameron, Kelce, and Topper strolling toward them, smirking like they owned the place. Ryder's jaw clenched. Of course, these Kook assholes would show up.

"What the fuck do you want, Rafe?" JJ snapped, his voice immediately tense.

Rafe smirked, his eyes cold as they flicked between the three Pogues. "Just enjoying the show, Maybank. But seeing you here, well... it's making my night even better."

Topper grinned, his gaze locking onto Pope. "Yeah, remember that little Boneyard party? Still think you can mess with us, Pogue?"

Pope shot him a deadly glare, but before he could respond, Topper took a step closer, shoving Pope hard in the chest. Pope stumbled back, eyes narrowing. "You really wanna do this?"

JJ moved forward, but Ryder held him back for a second. They didn't need this bullshit. Not tonight.

But it was already too late. Topper shoved Pope again, and this time, Pope snapped.

Pope lunged at Topper, the two of them crashing into the ground in a flurry of fists and curses. Ryder and JJ were about to jump in when Kelce sucker-punched JJ right in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him. JJ fell to the ground with a harsh grunt, clutching his side.

"Motherfucker!" Ryder growled, launching himself at Kelce without a second thought. The two collided hard, fists flying. Ryder managed to land a solid hit on Kelce's jaw, sending him stumbling back. But before he could follow up, Rafe grabbed Ryder from behind, slamming him against the tree.