riptide- outer banks

seventy-five | a spilled coke and a rich-ass kook

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By the time the twinkie came into view, Kori felt like she was gonna throw up. Being roughly eight inches shorter than all three of the boys, she had had to practically leap to keep up with them. Her legs were aching, chest heaving up and down as her hands fell down to her knees.

"What the...frick?" She breathed out, standing up to face her brother. "Like, actually, what the frick?"

"My dad is somewhere in South America right now, probably—" John B grimaced, onerous breath spilling from his lips. "Probably with a knife to his throat, and what are we doing? Moving weight? In goblin mode. What—What does that even mean?" He asked, arms flying up.

"How many times are you gonna complain about me trying to help save your dad?!" JJ yelled, whipping around to face him.

"Help is the exact opposite of what you're doing right now!"

Logan sighed. "Guys—"

"You know what? You're right." JJ quipped, finger pointing at John B. "You're absolutely right." He continued, taking the remaining steps to him. "But you know whose fault that is? You and your treasure-obsessed father."

"JJ!" Kori exclaimed just as John B shoved him backwards.

JJ simply let out a vexed laugh, head shaking. "Oh, okay! That's where we're going?"

"That's where we're going." John B repeated.

"No. Guys—"

Logan was cut off again as JJ took a step forward, propelling John B back. "Yeah. And it looks like we just went there, too!"

John B lunged forward, but Kori had had enough. Without another thought, she jumped onto her brother's back, forcing him backwards as Logan pushed John B back. "Oh, you wanna go now, too?" He exclaimed, chucking him to the ground.

"No, just— stop!" Logan ordered.

"Get off of me! Kori!" JJ shouted, hands reaching up to grab her head. He forcibly shook her, attempting to get her off of him, but it was useless. "KORI! OFF!"

"NO!" She grunted, swinging back and forth as JJ stumbled backwards. "Not until you leave him alone! Stop it!"

More grunts and yelps sounded through the air as Logan's palms roughly shoved John B upwards, giving him the advantage. "Get off of me!" He shouted, forcing him onto his back and pinning him down. "Just—" Before Logan could so much as finish his sentence, a siren wailed through the air.

A police siren.

JJ whirled around—Kori still clinging to his back—to meet Shoupe's raised brow. "Howdy, boys." She chose that moment to let go of JJ, landing to her feet right next to him. "Kori." Shoupe acknowledged, gaze flickering to her.

As he started forward, Logan climbed off of John B, the two of them hastily getting to their feet. He brought his hand up, scratching the back of his neck as he reached them. "H-Hey, Shoupe."

"You boys okay?" He asked, switching his attention to him.

"Yeah, we're just, um," John B sputtered, hand coming up to grip Logan's shoulder. "We're good."

Logan shrugged out of his grip as the sheriff's gaze returned to the Maybanks. "And you two?"

"Just a little sibling quarrel." Kori responded, a sweet smile crossing her face.

Shoupe's brow raised, doubt etched behind his eyes as he bent down, removing a tracker that had been placed beneath the twinkie. He lifted it up, gaze pinned on the group. "Tracker. Makes it a lot easier to keep an eye on you hoodlums."