legacy // obx

0.8

POPE AND KIARA SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE DOCKS in the hours of the early morning, trying to get a bit of normalcy in the midst of all the uncertainty. Their lives within the last few weeks had been weird, but today felt like it didn't even exist. It was the day of the funeral on Figure Eight, and it was the talk of the town. The whole island was alive with small gossip about Sarah Cameron's burial; it almost didn't feel like anyone was actually mourning her death. 

"I can't believe they're burying an empty casket", Kiara thought aloud, throwing a rock across the surface of the water and watching it skip. 

"I can't believe Ward is even having this fucking funeral," Pope spoke, blankly. One leg hung off the edge of the dock with the other bent as a rest for his arm. 

"You think he's gonna get up in front of everyone and talk about how loved Sarah was and how tragic this all is? The whole funeral is gonna be a fucking show for him," Kie could feel the anger at Ward building up inside her. "If he says anything about John B I'm gonna kill him."

"What's the point, Kie? Nothing we do or say is going to change anything," Pope frowned. The sun was just beginning to come up over the edge of the marsh, illuminating the pair as they sat in the morning air. Such a pretty sight contradicted with their melancholy mood. 

Kiara sighed. "I know. He just pisses me off."

"Me too, this isn't the time to make a scene. Even if the intentions aren't right, it's still Sarah's funeral, and she was our friend," Pope spoke. He always knew how to do the right thing.

"It's not me that you should be worried about making a scene," Kiara laughed a dry laugh, filled with annoyance as she hinted about JJ going off the rails again. She hadn't seen or heard from him since the previous morning when he blew her off. Kie hoped JJ was okay, but she was getting tired of constantly dealing with his recklessness. 

"Have you seen him?" Pope asked. "He was acting really off when we took The Pogue out."

"No. I slept over at The Chateau two nights ago but I couldn't get anything out of him," Kiara looked over at Pope and tried to ignore his facial expression when she mentioned sleeping over with JJ. She decided she wasn't going to tell Pope about JJ's nightmares; that was a vulnerable part of JJ that Kiara wasn't sure she was even supposed to see. And she definitely wasn't going to tell Pope about sleeping in the same bed as JJ. "I'm really worried about him, Pope."

"Me too, Kie." 

"You know he still has to pay for his restitution?" Kiara spoke, trying to shift the conversation away from her and JJ. She was trying as hard as she could to ignore the little voice in the back of her head saying she owed Pope an explanation about everything. 

"He can't afford that. You know he can't afford that."

"What happens if he doesn't pay it?" Kiara asked the question they all feared the answer to. 

Pope was hesitant to say what he was thinking. He was the reason JJ was in this mess in the first place. Pope pulled the plug on the Malibu. Pope sunk the boat. And now? Now his best friend was facing prison for Pope's own actions. The pit in his stomach sank a little deeper. 

"Juvie, probably. At least until he turns eighteen," Pope spoke, softly, sickened at the words that came out of his mouth. 

"Fuck, Pope. We're dropping like flies."

"We gotta do something, Kie. Pogues don't leave Pogues behind, remember?" Pope swung his other leg over the edge of the dock and looked down at the water.