~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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"Okay, so obviously it's a map of some sort right?" John B says as we all stare down at it on the table at the house.
"Yeah but looks like a trippy mosaic," JJ adds.
"It's so weird. It's all scrambled," Kie says.
"What are we supposed to do with this?" I ask, rubbing my temples.
My head is already pounding, like it knows it's about to learn something it's not ready for, a low, restless ache building steadily behind my eyes that had nothing to do with the map at all.
"Decode it. That's what we're supposed to do," JJ says.
"But how?" Kie asks, tilting her head.
"With the code breaker that's how. All right everything's coming into focus now. You've just gotta let your eyes go out of focus to focus in," JJ says.
John B passes me the cigarette and I take it without thinking, my hand moving on pure exhausted autopilot. "I think we're mind melding," John B says.
Kie looks at me. Really looks at me, with that mom look. "What are you doing?" she asks.
"Shit— shit. I forgot. Here," I mumble quickly, handing it to her. "Sorry," I whisper.
My heart stutters. I almost slipped again. Again. Everything feels fragile lately — my body, my secrets, my future, all of it balanced on some invisible edge I couldn't quite see the bottom of.
The room goes dead silent. A noise outside.
"What was that?" JJ asks.
Movement. Footsteps.
"I knew we shouldn't have come back here," Kie mumbles.
JJ and John B grab whatever they can, ready to fight. Kie throws a jacket over the map. My pulse roars in my ears as I scan the room, every shadow suddenly hostile, every creak of the old house sounding like something about to break through.
JJ checks one door. John B checks the other.
"Nothing on your side?" JJ asks.
"No nothing. That's so weird. It kinda sounded like maybe it was—" John B started.
The door opens. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry."
We all exhale at once. Groff.
"JJ. You made it. I uh I'm sorry to bother you here. I swam... I swam all the way in," he said, coughing, water still dripping from his clothes onto the floor.
"What are you doing here?" JJ asks.
"I had nowhere else to go son," he said.
Son. The word lands like a gunshot.
My stomach drops. My chest tightens.
JJ looks at us. Then he moves to help him without another word. So it's true.
