𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬, obx

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. groceries

               JUNE SMILED WIDELY AT the drone, knowing that finally one of their missions worked. She pointed at the screen, only for Pope too smack her hand away,

"God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man. What would we do without you to control the drone?" JJ teased, "Technically, it's not a drone, it's an ROV."

"Shut up. Shut up."

"Hey, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim." John B shrugged. "That's doing to much, I'm afraid." June took a drink of her water. "Well, there is a maritime salvage law. You can't just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up."

"I know. I know. It's just lawyers aren't cheap, bro." JJ explained, "As soon as they see the footage, they'll work for comp."

"Or I can talk to my dad and get him to let me use my lawyer." June spoke up, "You have a lawyer?"

"Yeah. You never know what could go wrong, shit has to be in place and ready." June shrugged, smiling at JJ, "You do that."

"John B, how do you know all of that?" Kiara smiled, making June roll her eyes, "Cause my dad said it, a million times." John B explained, "Yeah, that's fair."

"This is like really long. In the wrong weather it could get pushed around." Brainy explained, "Then we'll go at dead calm."

"So now, we just gotta wait around for the right weather." JJ looked at the sky, also helping June up, "Today is obviously not that day."

June grunted, shrugging, "Let's wait for one then."

"It's not?" June scoffed, "Oh, Jesus. No effing duh, Jay." He rolled his eyes at her response, "Shut up." JJ threw a grocery bag at her. "While your doing nothing, get ready to help me and Pope."

"Yeah, yeah." June grumbled at she stood up, walking too find better shoes.

June always adored Pope's dad. He was genuine even though his words weren't always the sweetest. She knew he loved Pope and she wished she felt that way with her dad.

Pope treated her like a sister in all ways. She remembered the first time she met Pope's mother, she immediately commented on how pretty she was and brought her in for food.

Her dad was like a second father and Pope was the brother she never had.

"You three get these groceries to figure eight. Get straight back when you're done. No fishin', Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of— Oh, JJ, thank you," he said before continuing, "Don't make the young lady carry to much either understand?" June smiled, "Oh never. Wouldn't wanna hurt her precious nails," JJ pointed at her long acrylics only too get a slap on the neck, "Ow!"

"Doesn't even look like the storm hit there." Pope pointed out. "That's because they got generators, bro. Get used to it." JJ explained, "Waist of air. The fucking polar bears are dying but guess what's more important? Generators, money and dick," June dead-panned as she took a hit of her blunt.

"And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut." JJ sighed, "It's nice too be a kook."

"If I'm being completely honest with you, it's just a whole bunch of two-faced pricks surviving off mommy and daddy." June added, earning a chuckle from JJ, "Lucky bastards."

"I'll go with you, Pope." June said, handing the weed too JJ. "Love you, Juns." JJ began too chase her, already half shit faced off alcohol. "Ew, fuck off." June grunted, as JJ tried hugging her tightly, lifting the shorter girl up. "Stop fighting and grab the groceries."

June followed him onto the sand and laughed at his struggle to hold every single bag, "Lemme help."

"But, what do you think about the gold?" June asked, squinting slightly from the sunlight in the corner of her eye. "Well, I think it's complicated."