Fiends || OBX/ Rafe Cameron

9

September 16th, 2016

I woke up to the sound of my closet breaking.

"What the fuck, John B?! Are you stupid, what are you doing?" I shouted.

I sat up in my bed to see him frantically try and put the pole holding all my clothes back into the slot. "It's fine, totally under control go to bed."

"Can you guys shut the fuck up, thank you." Miranda grogged. "I think I'm hungover."

"JB just get out of the fucking closet, what were you even doing?"

He awkwardly walked back to the bed. After his injuries last night, we came back to my room and I let him smoke a joint to relieve his pain. Not long after, we passed out. Despite my dad ruining my childhood by giving me a stepmom, he did spoil the shit out of me since I was his only child, thus we all fit on my tempurpedic king sized mattress. "I saw your Nike boxes up there and I wanted to see what kind of shoes you had."

"You know you could've grabbed a chair."

He looked at me dumbfounded. "Oh."

"Well now I'm awake, god dammit." Miranda got up and went into the bathroom.

"Well it is 3:30." I deadpanned.

"I'm hungry." I got up and walked to the door dragging John with me. "Miranda, meet us downstairs!"

We walked downstairs and at that moment, the witch of the south waltzed through the door. She knew Cody was having a small pool party, but her visiting her friends on the mainland last night was the only reason we were able to get high and drunk. I made sure Cody didn't get too fucked up after what happened last time. "Hey, Norma. How was your evening?" This conversation was vital to my wellbeing over the weekend. If she doesn't suspect the drug and alcohol use, isn't upset I had a boy sleepover, and Cody doesn't throw up, then I can do whatever I want.

"It was nice, how was your night Jo." She side eyed me, wondering why I wasn't being a snarky bitch.

"Splendid, this-," I grabbed John B. "Is my friend John B. You know the one I'm always hanging out with at my mom's."

"Oh yes, hi John B." She reached her hand out to shake his. Gross. Don't touch my friends bitch. "What are you kids doing today?"

"Yeah about that. I was gonna ask you if I could go to my friend's party tonight?"

She grimaced at me. "What friend?"

"You don't know him, but-" I started before JB cut me off.

"You might know his dad though, Ward Cameron." Ward Cameron. Why does that name actually sound really familiar. Oh that's right, he owns like half the fucking island.

"You're friends with the Cameron boy?"

"Yes I am, recently, so can I go? And Cody's welcome to come too, he can bring his dweebs." I pointed over to the living room where Cody and his three friends were still sprawled out on the couch.

She squinted at me, trying to see my ulterior motives. "Fine, you can go. But this house better be clean before you leave or your grounded."

"Aye, aye, captain." John B pinched me.

•

"Are you sure I'm allowed to go to this party. I'm gonna get jumped for being a pogue." John B was pacing my room nervous as we were getting ready to leave.

"Nobody's gonna fuck with you, I'll make sure of it. And you're only in middle school, you have no reputation." I assured him. "But, just don't tell people you're a Pogue, just to be safe. And don't say you're 13, you can pass for 15."