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"Pope, I promise, we're not stealing the drone. We're just borrowing it." I explained for the umpteenth time as we coasted down the highway, en route to the salvage yard. "You know you can trust me. Have I ever lied to you?"
I felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of my head after my statement, a lump forming in my throat. "Do you want me to answer that?"
"Okay, point made, just— believe me."
"'Humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality.'" He huffed from his seat, his arms presumably crossed over his chest.
"Did you come up with that?" I wondered aloud.
"Albert Bernstein came with it, but it applies to this whole treasure-hunting thing."
"Oh." I grimaced.
"So, which is it?" He turned his head in my direction, my eyes glancing at him before returning to the road. "Fantasy, or reality."
I caught a glimpse of JJ in the other back seat, a freshly rolled joint in his hand. "Why are you so weird Pope?"
"I'd say it's fantasy, but possible reality. You never know, y'know?" Kie answered the question with her own opinion, shrugging.
"It's reality. I know it is." I finished, nodding.
"Virtual reality." JJ cut in, preparing to light his joint. I could tell from the familiar metallic click of his lighter.
"Keep the signal clear." Pope grabbed the joint and tossed it somewhere in the very back of the van.
I heard that stupid lighter aggressively click closed and laughed at his anger, the blonde glaring at me. "Sorry, but that was funny."
"It's not funny when it happens to you, huh?"
"Pope knows better than to do that to me. Right Pope?"
"Yeah, hate to break it to you JJ, but Chayse is ten times scarier than you."
"She's like, a pipsqueak!"
"I'm above average height, dickface." I scoffed, the boy snickering behind me. "Call me a pipsqueak one more time and I'll kick you so hard where the sun doesn't shine that you won't have kids. Got it?"
"Ooh, I'm so scared!" He drawled, my head whipping around to glare at him.
"Would you like to keep your head on your shoulders, JJ?"
He gulped. "Yeah."
"That's what I thought." I finished pulling up at the salvage yard, stopping off to the side so Kie could hop out. The boys, however, instead of doing anything remotely helpful, went back to bickering.
