fade away youth// rafe cameron

3-WHAT'S THE POINT OF GOING OUT

No one opens the door. JJ knocks on the window.

"Should we try it?" John B asks.

"Yeah," I tell him.

"No power. No security cameras. No one's gonna know," JJ offers.

JJ is the one to open the door and walk in first. I follow after him and John B follows after me.

I look around. "Okay."

There is a duffle bag on the bed.

John B closes the door. "Check the bag. See if there's a name on there somewhere."

JJ goes through another bag. "A jacket."

"Denim slides," John B says.

I take the jacket from JJ. "No name on the jacket."

"It's a nice jacket, though," JJ remarks.

"Definitely over 50," John B remarks. "He's got New Balances."

I find a map on the side table. "Yo, dude, come here. Maybe this is where they were fishing."

John B looks over my shoulder. "Let me see."

I point at the map. "Right there."

"No, that's off the continental shelf. That's Big Swell. Nobody fishes there," John B tells me.

"Okay," I say.

We look around the room some more.

"Coffee? Standard. Tissues for when you get lonely..." JJ says. He wanders into the bathroom. "Ooh!"

"Did you find anything?" I ask.

"A really awesome Dopp kit you won't let me steal," JJ tells me.

"Yeah, 'cause we're not stealing shit," I remind him.

John B finds a safe in one of the cabinets. He starts to punch numbers in the keypad. "One, one, one." The safe beeps. "One, one, one, two." The safe beeps again.

"Punching shit at random. That will... definitely work," JJ remarks.

John B sighs. "Wait a second. Here." He picks up a piece of paper from the side table.

JJ looks at the map. "I don't know. I don't know about the second one. These coordinates, they... Wait. My cousin said you could catch swordfish here."

"Six, one, six, six, six," John B goes back to the safe.

"Nah, that wouldn't make any sense," I tell JJ.

"What about a surf spot?" JJ offers.

"That could possibly be it," I state. "Or shoals"

"Is this a surf spot? Have you heard of shoals?" JJ asks John B.

"Uh... JJ? Addie?" John B says.

"Hm?" JJ asks.

"You're gonna want to see this," John B states. He holds up a stack of cash.

"Dude, dude, dude!" JJ says as he takes a gun out of the safe.

I look at him wide eyed. "You grabbed the gun."

"This is a SIG Sauer," JJ states.

I walk towards him. "Put the gun back, JJ!"

"This is a fucking spendy gatt, man. Just... Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!" JJ says as he points the gun around the room.

"Hey, think about it!" John B tells him.

"We are not stealing anything," I tell JJ.

"Just take a pic of me. Right here," JJ says.

I give him a look. "You want me to take a picture of you?"