[ ✔︎ ] 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 - rafe cameron

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚

For 9 months, they tried to make me believe that my father was dead. They say I am in denial. It doesn't matter. Denial is underrated. You should try it sometime. It's very effective, and it's only denial if you're wrong. It doesn't make sense. My dad is the last guy who would ever get lost at sea. This compass that I have, my father's compass, that has been passed down from generation to generation, it's a sign. My father is still alive, and I'm going to find him.

John B went to the Camerons' boat early in the morning, hoping not to run into anyone. He took his bags and went inside the boat. Sarah Cameron was sleeping in one of the boat's benches. "Fuck." He tried to make as little noise as possible, but the sound of metal banging against metal made her grunt. "Wheezie, shut up." she whispered still with her eyes closed. John B winced. The metal banged against the edge of the table, making her jump. "My God, you're not Wheezie."she remarked.

He sighed. "Correct, yeah. I'm sorry." "What are you doing?" "Uh...just dropping off some scuba gear, I guess. Wha... What are you doing here?" he asked, looking away as she put her sweater back on.  "This is our boat. It's also the only place with air conditioning." She straightened. "Did you, uh, fill up the tanks?" "No, the power is out. So the compressor was off." He cleared his throat. "So you sneak onto our boat at 5 a.m. with empty tanks? I'll be sure to tell Ward." She teased him. He pulled the bags off his shoulders. "Yeah, in the middle of the room is fine." "Yeah, that's pretty much what he told me to do. Actually, you... you were going to say what exactly to your dad?" He smiled innocently. "Not much, just that you stole our scuba gear." "Okay, fuck it. I borrowed it for a few hours. And then I brought it back intact and unharmed. Please don't tell him. He'll fire me."  "So what are you going to do? Put a gun to my head?" She teased him. "I didn't know JJ and Sky would do that." "Maybe you should get better friends." She scoffed. "No, but maybe you should find a better boyfriend." After she promised not to tell him, JB exited the boat.

...

Sky woke up with a horrible headache. "Uh, boy too much alcohol."

Her brother joined her a few minutes later, already ready to leave. "I got you pills. We've got to go before he wakes up." he whispered. "Thanks, brother."

They took JJ's motorcycle and left for the chateau. JJ looked to see if JB was sleeping by the window as usual and when he saw that he was, he banged the door. He changed his voice and yelled "DCS! I know you're in there!" As soon as he saw Jb wake up, JJ jumped on the window scaring their friend. Sky burst out laughing. "Whoa!" JB shouted. "Gotcha slick! you should have seen your face . Your face was like..." he continued laughing. "Always you two, uh ?" sighed the brunet. "Always." Once they were up, they headed out into the twinkie. JJ sat in the front with JB while Sky rested in the back, closing her eyes.

About ten minutes later, they arrived at Lana's. "You coming, sis?" "Nah bro, my head hurt, I'm gonna die." "Okay, cupcake." he said as he left with the brunette. She managed to fall asleep for a short time as these two brothers got into the van screaming like children. "Shut up, what's going on?" she growled. ''"We'll explain in the chateau."

...

"And we were right outside like this. And all we hear is just, 'BAM! BAM! BAM! Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside. All right ? And I'm looking at him, like- no, wait, first off, look at this shit" JJ said, shaking his hair in front of Pope and Kie, paint falling out of his hair. "Maybe it's just your old greasy hair too." she said. "Okay, gross." grimaces Kie. "That's paint! At that point, I was just like... I'm waiting for death." Pope stood up, speaking. "Oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us,right ? Did you get a good description of them? What did they look like?" JJ pondered. "Burly." Kie sighed. "The type of guys at our dad's garage. I mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers. These boys, these killers..." he walked over to his sister, snatching her joint. "You should not smoke, not good for ya." he whispered. "they're square groupers" he finished his sentence.

Sky rolled her eyes, taking her joint back, taking a puff.

i love jj