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It was silent for a few moments as Kiara made her way back over to the stone door, slipping a white FEDEX envelope through the crack, the words 'For Squirt' scribbled on the front. My eyes stayed glued to the messy handwriting as soon as I grasped the paper in my hands, emotions flashing back and forth across my thoughts.
"That's not gold."
"No shit sherlock," I mumbled, my thumb running over the letters.
The other girl grunted and lifted herself from the grave as I realized whose handwriting the note was written in, my eyes catching everyone else's. "This is from John B."
I heard JJ light a cigarette as a car approached, the blonde frantically blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth before whisper-shouting, "Code red. Code red! Square groupers— square groupers!"
"Go!"
"It's the guys who robbed the house." The boy at my side pointed out the obvious as we scrambled to turn off the lights, ducking behind the grave.
"I see something!" A male voice shouted from behind us.
"Do you think it's them?" Kie wondered out loud, peering around the corner.
"Homie's got a gun," JJ responded, a groan falling from my lips.
"I swear to god, if I get held at gunpoint one more goddamn time today, I might smash my head into this grave." My body ached from annoyance.
"Screw this." The brunette girl got up as a blinding light shone on us, running in the direction of our van. The men shouted for us as our sneakers pounded against the grass, as we raced back to the van. We reached the entrance gate and began to climb over it, but Pope, being the uncoordinated person that he was, got stuck in the fence by the crotch of his pants.
"Guys, guys! I'm stuck." He quietly yelled, the other three of us immediately stopping in our tracks.
"Pope, come on!" JJ exclaimed as I laughed, rushing over to go and detach my friend from the fence. The other boy decided against helping, though. He stopped and cocked his gun, pointing in Pope's direction, as if it would do anything. I rolled my eyes and stopped him on my way, grabbing the barrel and trying to pry it from his hands.
"That's not going to do anything, JJ! Give it to me and I'll give it back later." I scolded, finally retrieving the gun. I put the safety back on and glared at the blonde as Kie ripped the other boy down, his shorts left hanging on the black spoke on which they had gotten caught.
We all laughed at Pope's embarrassed expression amidst our run back to the twinkie, gravel slipping from beneath our rubber soles.
"Nice! Come on, dude." JJ commented first, the two of us waiting for the other two to catch up before booking it to the van. "It's a little tootsie roll!"
