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nineteen ; different colours

Ophelia taps her fingers on the table she's sitting at. After the incident at Barry's house, the remaining five went to The Wreck. Ophelia sits with John B and Sarah while Pope leans against a window frame, Kiara sits a few feet away.

"Look, he'll come around, alright?" John B assures, making Ophelia clench her jaw, "He's doing a Jj thing."

"You think he'll go home?" Kiara asks.

"There's about a zero percent chance that Jj goes home," Pope says.

Ophelia can't help it, she scoffs, turning the Pogue's attention to her as she glares at John B, "If he does, it's on you."

"Oh, so now you can talk?" John B asks, clenching his jaw. Ophelia had been quiet not only during the fight at Barry's, but the drive to The Wreck, and the twenty minutes they've been at the restaurant.

Ophelia slams her hand down on the table, "Stop saying that to me!" She snaps, the harshness in her tone surprising even herself. She takes a deep breath before standing up, starting to pace, "I-I don't agree with what Jj did, but we barely even tried to talk it out with him. And-and then we let him go and just walk off to-"

"Ophelia, why do you suddenly care so much?" John B asks, cutting the blonde off, "Is it because you two are fucking or something?"

"We are NOT fucking!" Ophelia yells, making everyone except John B jump slightly. Pope, Kiara, and Sarah watch on with wide eyes. John B and Ophelia have had fights like this before, and they know better than to get involved. Ophelia stops pacing, crossing her arms over her chest, "God, I am so sick of you talking down to me like that!"

"Ophelia, he'll come back. Calm down."

"What if he doesn't?" Ophelia fires back, pausing to take a deep breath as she gets a little more worked up, her voice is more gentle when she speaks again, "Look, John B, this isn't just about Jj, okay? I'm always on your side, right? Always. So I'm going to be brutally honest with you here."

"Ophelia," Pope says, "Do we have to do this here?"

"Yeah, we do," Ophelia nods before turning back to John B, "Ever since we started this treasure hunt, you've been nothing but selfish," The statement makes John B raise his brows, but, Ophelia continues, "You've been disappearing on us, and you've been so hyper-fixated on finding this gold, and I get why. I promise I do, but-but I don't know who you're becoming anymore."

John B slowly nods, his expression softening slightly as he looks up at the blonde, "You okay?" He asks, catching Ophelia slightly off guard, she mutters 'yeah, I am' "I'm sorry," He mumbles, "But I can't stop with the hunt yet."

"I know," Ophelia says, "So let's finish it, the right way."

"The right way," John B confirms, "We good?"

"We'll be good when all of this is over," Ophelia sighs. She wishes that she could do more for Jj, defend him, but she doesn't have the words or the bravery. She's used about all she could muster.

"No kidding," John B utters.

"Okay," Pope says now that the set of best friends are done fighting,"It's too dangerous to pawn this thing off piecemeal. So, our best bet is to go down there and get the rest of it. Bring it all up at once, put it in-in a safe, or a vault, or something, I-I don't know. Just until we can find someone that won't rip us off. Okay? I can go figure it out tonight, get it all done, and we can be out there as early as tomorrow morning."

"I'll help," Ophelia nods, giving Pope a small smile, as she nods to John B, "I mean, he calls us Nerds for a reason, right?"

"Right," Pope responds, and the pair reach out and share the Pogue handshake briefly.