Fiends || OBX/ Rafe Cameron

6

June 7, 2020

"You made me get up to come across the water at 7 am, to get fucking drain plugs?!" I yelled.

John B shrugged. "I like the ones they sell here."

I stood in front of him dumbfounded. "Sweetie, they're twelve bucks. The ride over here cost more than that."

"What if I just wanted to hang out, huh. Is that a crime?"

"No, but if you just wanted to hang out it didn't have to be so early, and we wouldn't have had to rush." I countered.

He walked up to the counter and paid for his drain plugs. I watched him replace his plug in the hms pogue yesterday, so I now know this trip was full of shit. "Dude, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Jo." He smiled at the cashier and took his change.

"Something's wrong. You don't have to tell me what's bothering you, but at least tell me I'm right."

He pushed open the door and we were hit with that warm North Carolina breeze. "It's stupid."

"Why is it stupid, I thought we told eachother things now." He walked with his head down, and fidgeted with his finger nails. Something was obviously bugging him.

"It's my dad. DCS wanted to have a meeting today with my uncle, so I told them we went out of town on a camping trip. And I didn't want to hear anything about it from my friends because they just feel bad for me and insist I stop believing he's alive." He admitted.

"I really liked your dad, he was always nice to me. One of the only adults I actually liked."  I seen his lips turn into a small smile. "I still believe your dad is out there. He would never stop trying to be there for you."

He slightly chuckled. "Thanks, lene. Can we just stay here for a bit?" He asked.

"Of course, but can we please eat something, I'm fucking hungry."

"Uh well is there any place cheap around here you know of?" He questioned as he scratched his head.

I actually hadn't been on this part of the mainland in a long time. This is where Rafe used to take me whenever we wanted to get away. We'd go to a carnival, or the movies, or just sit along the beach in this secluded spot he found. It almost made me sad.

"There's this burger place not too far up, it's pretty good." I led the way to Burger Shack which was only two blocks up. Me and JB didn't speak on the walk, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was comfortable. For once in a long time I felt safe and comfortable.

We walked up to the window and John B looked at the menu. "Ok I'm paying, what you want, fool."

"Josephine, don't 'fool' me. You're the fool." He countered without taking his eyes of the menu.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Motherfucker, just pick what you want before I make you pay for yourself."

"Ok, ok. Uhh I'll have the double bacon cheeseburger combo." He told the man at the window. "Make it two." I chimed in. I gave the cashier a 10 and sat at a table with John b.

It had been really weird being here. Even weirder than being back in the outer banks. Truth be told, running away again has definitely crossed my mind more than once. And I would, but I have nowhere to go.

I don't fit in anymore. I lived in figure eight my whole life with my wealthy family then slowly it was all ripped away from me. Now I feel like a stranger in my own home. I hardly get to see my mom anymore and ever since I came back there's been a strain on our relationship, but neither of us had planned on talking about it.