EDEN sat in the back of the Twinkie, listening to the conversations between her friends. 

The six teens were currently on their way to the Crain house, now with a plan and some rope in order to retrieve the gold they had concluded was within the basement well.  Sure, they didn't have all the details necessary to succeed—they were unsure on where Mrs. Crain was,  and their plan definitely had room for improvement—but Eden had hope that when they returned to the Chateau, their hands would be full of gold rather than empty.

Pope was currently speaking on how—after getting the gold—the group would trade it off.  Surprisingly, the boy knew a lot about pawn shops and the value of the gold, but was it really surprising? Pope was Pope after all; he wasn't a top runner for a Merit Scholarship for nothing

Across from him, Sarah listened in contently, generally interested.  Kie sent him weird looks every time he mentioned small details, because  why did he know so much on pawn shops when he wanted to be a coroner?  JJ was smoking a joint, aimlessly imputing his own knowledge, which wasn't fact checked.  

Eden sat next to Sarah—she didn't mind sitting next to the Kook now that all tension was gone—letting the conversation fall behind her.  Her eyes glanced over at John B., who sat in the drivers seat, as per usual.

"Hey." the Bexley spoke up. 

"Still mad at me?" John B. asked.

Eden pretended to think about it for a moment before stating, "Not really. But I will be if you pull that shit again, John.  You can leave me stranded on a boat, but do not leave me stranded with two enemies." 

"Yes ma'am." the Routledge boy nodded, before suddenly perking up with another smile. "So....does this mean I get more bracelets?" 

Eden sighed, "I guess it does." 

"JJ will be so happy to hear the good news." 

"I love how you care more about getting more bracelets, then you do about me actually liking you guys again." Eden nodded, acting as if she was truly bothered by his comment.  She knew that the boys loved her anyway—even if getting bracelets was an added bonus to their friendship. "Good to know where I stand..."

John B. rolled his eyes and started to ask questions on what supplies they had, rolling into the Crain house. "Alright, you guys got rope?" 

Eden looked around, seeing the rope they'd brought sitting in Pope's laps, "Rope is a yes."

"Grappling hook?" The Bexley's brows furrow. Why the fuck would they need a grappling hook? 

 Pope must have had the same thoughts because he replied, "We don't have a grappling hook. We're not Batman."

"Pulley?"

Kie voiced, "Check."

"Dark clothes?"

Sarah nodded. "Got it."

  Eden looked down at her own black outfit—one of John B.'s black shirts which was slightly over-sized on her figure, and a pair of Kie's gray sweatpants.  Everyone else wore something similar, the Twinkie filled in an array of grays and blacks.

 "Flashlights?" 

JJ confirmed, "Check."

"Alright, good." John B. stopped the Twinkie, and Eden looked out the window to see they were parked in front of the stone wall from the other day. "We're ready."

"Lets go." 

In a high pitched, almost cartoon-like sounding voice, JJ chuckled, "Let's go get rich guys."

"Yeah. Hell yeah." Kiara agreed with a smile.

Inside the Twinkie, the Pogues—plus Sarah—buzzed with excitement, grabbing all the supplies and making final adjustments to their outfits.  John B. hopped out of the drivers seat and crossed around to slide open the van door.  But, before anyone could get out, he halted them. "Wait, wait."

Everyone stopped chatting and looked at him.  Eden's face deadpanned.  Last time this happened, he'd told them to stay within the van while he went off to see the Cameron girl.   "Don't tell me this is suddenly a you and Sarah job." 

"No, I just....I wanna say thank you, guys. Seriously." John B. states with a sincere glint in his eyes.  He looks around at all his friends—at his family—who were all here to support him, and can't help but feel thankful for them. "It means a lot to me that you're here tonight."

Eden couldn't help the warm smile that grew on her lips.  That's what she loved most about the Pogues—how they could always depend on one another to be there, to show up.  Sure, they'd have their fair share of fights and arguments—Kie's Kook year, for one—but in the end, they'd always have each other's backs.  Even if Eden was royally pissed at the boys, or at Kie......she'd always come to their aid if needed.  That's just how the Pogues worked.

Kiara fondly rolled her eyes, "Always."

"Forever and always." Eden slightly altered her friend's words with a soft smile, before adding, "Not to quote Taylor Swift."

"Of course, man." Pope nodded, him and John B. exchanging the ever so famous hand-shake. 

 The Routledge then met Sarah's gaze, and the two shared an affection look before JJ ruined the moment with his comment of, "Alright, we done with this circle jerk? Can we go do this?" He eyed the rest of the Pogues, rope tossed over his shoulder.

Sarah nodded. "Yeah."

John B. moved to the side to allow the group to start filing out, Kiara going first with Eden right behind her.  She stood next to the Carrera to wait for the remaining teens, listening as Pope's voiced, "Let's go get that wheat in the water."

"Weed?" JJ perked up, "I'm up for weed."

"Wheat." Pope states flatly, "I said wheat."

Eden gave an eye roll and waited for everyone in front of her—John B., Sarah and Kie—to climb over the wall before hiking herself over it.  Landing in the dirt with a small thud, she grabbed Kiara's arm for stability. She then waited for the leftover boys to hop over, and when they did she made sure everyone was accounted for.

Eden circled around the group, tapping each of them on the top of their heads as she crossed behind them, "JJ, Pope, Kie, Sarah, John B.—" she ruffled John B.'s hair as she passed behind him, "—and me." She lightly smiled, tapping herself on the head, "Alright, we're all here.  Let's go get rich."

As they had the previous day, the group crept through the overgrown greenery, flashlights being the only source of lights they had.....until they were about twenty feet away from the front porch of the house, where a bright light cut through the darkness, shining down on the six teens.

"Shit!" they all chorused in shock, ducking down behind some nearby bushes for cover.

"Flashlights!" Kiara reminded.  Eden gave another eye roll, because the boys always forgot to turn off their flashlights—it happened every time.  While the two girls turned theirs off on instinct, the boys always waited to be reprimanded.

As everyone else flicked theirs off, JJ struggled to click the button correctly —his flashlight had different modes which were summoned by clicking the button, as was shutting it off.  He clicked through, but ended up turning it on a brighter setting. "It's on strobe!"

"Oh for fuck's sake." Eden scoffed, grabbing the flashlight from her friend's hands, jabbing her finger into the button to turn it off.  

After a few seconds of shushing, Pope ripped the small mask off of his face to speak, 
"Okay, so she has motion sensor lights."

"We could uh....move really slowly, maybe?" JJ suggested, causing everyone to looks his way.  Was he serious?

Sarah furrowed her brows. "What?"

"That's not how it works." Pope stated.

"Oh, shit." John B. suddenly whispers, eyes wide.  He looked between his friends as if a light bulb had clicked on within his brain.  "Let's throw a rock at it." 

"What?"

Eden put her face in her hands, disbelief written all over her features. "Oh my God, it's literally Dumb & Dumber." 

"That's a really good idea, actually." Kiara deadpanned at the Routledge, "Let the ax murderer know that we're here." 

Pope was also full of disbelief, "Throw a rock at it?"

"I can't even believe that got past the thought process and left your mouth." Eden couldn't believe the ideas being spewed, and hoped that someone—maybe Pope, since he was the smartest—would have a decent plan as to how they'd get past the porch light and to the basement without getting caught.

John B. was unappreciative of the feedback coming his way, "Okay, you guys have a better idea?"

"Literally anything but that." Kiara retorted, Eden nodding in agreement.

Sarah then perked up with an idea, "What about the breaker? In the circuit box on the porch." At her words, everyone stared at her because why did she know about the circuit box on the porch? At the stares, she explained, "We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids. And if we were brave enough, we'd go all the way up to the porch. I've seen it."

"No, no." John B. is quick to shut down the idea, "You're not going in the house alone."

Eden looked at her friend, "So she won't. I'll go."

John B. shook his head, "No. You're not going together, even.  Not alone and unarmed."

"You mean not without you guys." Eden raised a brow, unimpressed look on her face.  Her and Sarah sure as hell didn't need the protection of the boys—Mrs. Crain was old and was probably bed bound and besides, they weren't even entering the house itself. "Patriarchy at its finest...."

"Yeah." Sarah shrugged, standing up from her crouched position, "Watch us."

"Crain chops people into pieces." JJ emphasized, looking directly at the two girls.

Sarah rolled her eyes at the story, "If you believe that, but she's like, what, eighty-five?"

"Yeah, somethin' like that."

"She's probably barely still kicking."

All the boys looked at the two with unsure looks, so Kie too offered to come along, "Here, I'll go too." 

Eden smirked. "Perfect. Us girls can go and turn the light off and you boys can sit here and do.....whatever boys do until we're done.  Sound good?" 

Pope nodded, "We'll wait for your signal."

"Okay, cool." Sarah began walking away.  The other two girls followed, but no one got too far before one of the boys called for the Cameron.

"Hey! Be safe." John B. made eye contact with her girlfriend, words meant for her specifically.

Eden rolled her eyes and looked at Kie, "See what I mean? He doesn't care about us anymore.  Only Sarah gets a 'be safe'." Kiara nods in agreement.

Sarah gave an unimpressed look and walked ahead of her two friends, "Oh, shut up."

"You two make me so glad I'm single." Eden stated, before deepening her voice in an attempt to sound like John B., "Love just walked in, and I'm not gonna deny it—like do you hear yourself? I can't believe your dating someone who talks like that."

Kie lightly chuckled before adding, "I would have ended it right then and there with whatever 'let's throw a rock at it' was."

"Guys, seriously. No talking." Sarah sharply commented, causing the two girls to stop whispering about John B. and the girl.   The trio continued to stay quiet as they trudged through the overgrown grass, the only sound being the chirping of crickets.

The trio then went under some overgrown trees and started heading towards the house, where Sarah was sure there would be some kind of generator or power box to shut off the motion sensor lights.

"She must have a generator plugged into the main power supply." Sarah quietly states, still getting shushed by Kiara because who knew where Mrs. Crain was? The blonde shines her flashlight over the stairs they'd need to climb, giving the two brunettes behind her some light so they didn't trip or miss a step. 

Kiara opens the power-box at the top of the stairs, but instead of finding what they were looking for, they're met with nothing—there were no such breakers as Sarah stated there would be.  

"Where are the breakers?" Sarah exclaimed, surprised. 

Kiara looked around the box, "What is this?"

"No, no, no, no."

"Shit."

"You have got to be kidding me." Eden sighed, lips drawn in a thin line.  Her eyes trailed up to see the power line trailing inside the house.  Which meant trying to turn off the motion sensor lights had just gotten a lot more interesting.  If they wanted to turn the power supply off, if they wanted to get this gold, the three would have to go in the house and find a circuit box there.  As well as hope Mrs. Crain was asleep in her bed when they did it.  "We have to go in."

"Then inside we'll go." Kiara stated, opening the small gate so she could reach the door.  Sending a final glance towards her two friends, who watched unsure, the Carrera lightly placed her hand on the door handle and turned, making her entrance into the Crain Estate.

While Eden didn't entirely believe all that JJ had spewed about Mrs. Crain, it was suddenly starting to get to her.  She didn't expect to be going into the murder home when she offered to follow Sarah—and honestly, that was to get John B. off of her trail so they'd get shit done—and truly didn't want too.  

But, Eden did want to get rich tonight and entered the dark house, which had been slightly lit by Sarah's flashlight.  The girl's brown eyes scanned around the room, making sure that it was really just them in the house when a sudden yowl caused her to jump back in fear. 

Her eyes quickly dart to where Kiara is moving out of the way, watching as a black cat squirms out of the way, shrieking as it runs.  Eden let's out a breath of relief, though anxiety still bubbles in her chest at the thought of the creature's sound awaking Mrs. Crain, alarming her of someone else being in her house.

The trio followed the wire that they'd found outside to a dust room, smiling as they found a breaker box on the wall.  Kiara is quick to flip the switches on the front.  The first one did nothing, but then she flipped the second, the generator powered down, the light out shutting off.

"Honestly thought that'd be harder—" Eden begins to talk, but her words are cut off by a sudden whirring. The brunette's face falls.  There it is—there's what's going to make this difficult.

 Sarah lets out a gasp and the three girls press themselves against the wall.  It's quiet for a few more moments but then, above them, the thudding begins, as well as wheezing. Kie slaps a hand over her mouth, and Sarah is wide eyed as she meets Eden's gaze. 

Mrs. Crain was coming down.

"It—it's late, Leon." A gravely voice begins, and Eden's jaw is clenched because there is no way this was happening. "Too late."

Sarah grabbed on to Eden tightly—the Bexley holding her shaky breaths in—and the three Kooks watched as the old woman passed by them, using a fire poker as a cane.  And while it seemed she was no threat due to her sick and elder appearance, Eden really didn't want to know what she was capable of when they accidentally revealed themselves.

"I can hear you, Leon." Mrs. Crain croaked, causing all girls to press themselves even further against the wall and pray that she didn't know they were there.  If JJ's words were true—which were ringing through their heads in the moment—then this woman was an ax murderer who'd murdered her husband.  What were three teenage girls going to do if she killed a grown man? 

"I've been waiting all night!"

Mrs. Crain then spun on her heels to face the three, and Sarah let out a loud scream at the scare.  Someone's flashlight was on and shone in the old woman's eyes to reveal her pupils were frosted over—she was blind.

Eden was shoving Sarah out of the room without a thought, hoping that they'd have a head start since Mrs. Crain was blind—she couldn't see where they went, or if they escaped.   The two traveled into the living room, but were quick to realize that Kiara hadn't followed.  

The Bexley was quick to follow the loud screaming and grunting she knew was from Kie—she knew the girl inside and out—only to see the Carrera covering herself on the floor, Mrs. Crain thrashing her fire poker around as a weapon.  While the Bexley ducked behind the shrieking woman to grab Kiara, Sarah grabbed the fire poker and tossed it away, ushering her friends to follow now that the woman was unarmed. 

The trio shoved themselves into a smaller room, slamming the door, though it didn't seem to stop Mrs. Crain, who had followed them.  She ripped her fire poker into the door, causing Eden to let out a yelp of fear.  As the ripping of the door continued, Sarah grabbed on to the Bexley, who yanked Kiara towards wherever the Kook was leading them.

"This way!" the Cameron called, breathless from the running and panic, "It goes underneath the house!"

Eden followed, praying she didn't trip down the stairs. "How far did you get in this house when you played hide and seek!?"

Sarah was right when she said the stairs would lead to the basement, because after mere seconds of running they were met with the sight of Pope and JJ—Eden assumed John B. was down in the hole from earlier.

"Guys! Guys!" the girl's all yelled, needing to get the attention of the boys right away.

Pope, hanging on to a rope, looked at the trio, "Whoa, whoa. What's going on? Hey."

"Mrs. Crain!" Sarah exclaimed, hands on her knees so she could catch her breath, "She's up there!"

Kie had wide eyes as she stated, "She tried to kill us with a fire poker!"

Eden announced, "Right now she's trying to rip open the door like a psycho. JJ you were right!" The blonde boy opened his mouth to speak, but the brunette stopped him by continuing with an order, "We need to go now."

Kiara nodded, "Yeah, we gotta get the fuck out of here."

"We locked her in the parlor." Sarah stated, though she wasn't sure how much longer that door would be locked —the old woman was probably ripping at the door with the fire poker as they spoke more. "But agreed. We gotta go."

"Okay, no, that's code red. That's a code red." JJ nodded, not wanting to have Mrs. Crain go full Mrs. Crain on them. Pope readied himself to start pulling on the rope as the Maybank leaned down into the hole, "Hey, John B.! Get back on, man!"

Eden didn't hear a reply but she was suddenly behind the two boys to help pull John B. out of the hole, praying he'd found the gold, though it wasn't even the main priority anymore—getting out alive was.

"Three, two, one, pull!" The five do as Pope instructs, but all fly back at the weightlessness on the other end.  Everyone's brows furrow at the fact that there was no weight on the other hand, but are quickly on their feet slightly panicked by the fact.

"Where the hell is he?" Pope asks.

Everyone scrambles towards the hole with worried expressions, their calls for the Routledge mixing into spews of his name. Kiara though, shushes them, instructing them to listen for him instead. "Guys. Sh."

The Pogues pause a moment, listening as incoherent shouts echo through the well. 

JJ looks at his friends, puzzled. "What's he saying?"

"JJ! Eden! Pope! Kie!"

Sarah takes his yells for his friends as yells for help, and doesn't hesitate to state, "Yo, he's drowning. We gotta pull him up!"

"You are not dying on us today, John!" Eden yells, returning to the rope with panic running through her veins.  He clearly had enough oxygen to yell for them, but she was still worried that something had happened for him to be yelling.

As everyone got situated, Pope leaned his face into the well, "Hey, John B.! Get back on the rope.  We're gonna pull you back up, okay, buddy?"

"Come on!"

"Come on, pull!"

"Okay, everybody help!"

"Guys!"

"Okay, I'm on!"  John B.'s voice echos, Eden thankful that he was okay.

"Okay, let's go."  The Pogues proceeded to use all their might to pull John B. up, which was hard given they were using a rope to pull up all of his weight.  

Groans and grunts echo through the room, but all of the struggle deemed useless as a gunshot echoed through the room, causing the group to completely let go of the rope. 

Curses and screams left everyone's lips at the sudden sound, and Eden looks behind her to see none other than Mrs. Crain with a shot-gun in her grasp.  The Bexley's mouth is to the floor at the sight and she feels hysterical because what the fuck was happening? 

"Pope, JJ! What the hell!"

Kie and Sarah duck behind something together, and Pope pulls Eden down with him, completely ditching the rope. JJ doesn't immediately hide and instead takes a moment to tie the rope into a knot around a support beam for John B. instead sent falling all the way down.  But, he's forced to stop when Eden yanks on the leg of his shorts, ushering him to get down before he's hit.

It's quiet for mere seconds and then there's another gun-shot, followed by the two Kook girls screaming. Eden watches as they flee out of the basement—so much for not leaving Pogues behind—and prays that Mrs. Crain drops her gun on the floor and can't find it, but her hopes are discarded when another gun shot rings through the basement.

Eden flinches at the sound, scrambling on to her feet as Pope hoarsely yells, "Go! Go!"

"That bitch is blind!" the Bexley exclaims, "She can't aim!"

JJ's yell follows, "I don't care if she is, that's buckshot!" 

"Go!" Pope instructs, the three teens running out of the basement in an un-fashionable manner.  Eden's eyes met with Kie and Sarah as they exit—the two had been waiting for them in the overgrown yard outside of the house—and the five proceeded to run towards the Twinkie.  

The Carrera climbs over the wall and slides open the van doors, Sarah filing in without hesitation. JJ takes a moment to get over the barrier before running into the drivers seat, Pope flying into the passenger side before crawling back.  Throwing herself over the wall, Eden lands ungracefully on the ground but she doesn't care for once and slides in the van next to the girls with ease.  JJ starts up the van and they start rolling out of the Crain Estate.

Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Eden does a head count once more to make sure that everyone had thrown themselves in and wasn't caught in the overgrown hedges. "Okay! JJ, Pope, Kie, Sarah—" her words come to a halt when she's unable to spot her best friend. "Wait! We're missing John B.! I repeat, Tweedle Dee is missing!"

"Wait, does that mean I'm Tweedle Dumb?" JJ voices from the drivers seat with furrowed brows.

"Not important. What's important is the fact that I'm missing a kid." Eden stammers. God, for all she knew he was still down in that well with no clue what had happened, or even worse, getting shot by Mrs. Crain and her inability to aim. "Did we seriously leave him down that well?"

Kiara shrugs, though she sounds panicked. "Well, we didn't really have time to pull—"

Another gunshot rings and the group turns to see John B. hopping over the wall, dust flying behind him.  Eden lets out a laugh because this night was just getting crazier by the minute, and she felt hysterical living it out.

"Why are we always getting shot at?!" Pope questions through a yell.

John B. starts running towards the Twinkie, which holds five yelling and cheering teenagers.  The van slows as he approaches, giving him enough time to throw himself sideways into the back. 

"Holy shit you look like a sewer rat!" Eden exclaims as she moves her body over from John B., who landed slightly on her. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem, but the Routledge boy was covered head to toe in mud, which caused her to stray from being too close. 

"Whoa!"

"Oh, shit!"

"JJ, drive!

"Go, man!" 

"Oh, my God!"

Eden has never felt more energetic in her life, but she doesn't hesitate from turning her energetic teen brain into an energetic mom brain.  She looks at John B. and quickly asks, "John Booker Routledge, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

JJ looks over his shoulder from the drivers seat, adding, "Are you shot?"

"No." the brunette boy shakes his head.

"You good?" Sarah asks her boyfriend.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Wait, for that matter, is anyone shot?  Is everyone okay or do I need to go full on Doctor Eden in here?" the Bexley's eyes dart around at her friends, spotting no obvious injuries or pain filled expressions.  Everyone looked just as adrenaline filled as she did, catching their breaths and holding their chests.

Kiara checks herself over, "I think I'd know if I was shot, right?"

"You look disgusting." Pope pants, looking at John B.'s muddy figure.

Kiara's face cringes, "God, you smell like ass."

Sarah changes the topic yet again, exclaiming, "What the hell just happened?"

"All time Pogue-Hall-Of-Fame, baby." JJ states from the drivers seat, Eden smiling in agreement.

Kiara slaps his shoulder, "Hell yeah."

"Definitely takes the cake for our wildest adventure yet." Eden nods, grinning from ear to ear as if she hadn't just been shot at my a blind old woman.

Kiara then looks at everyone else, "That bitch is possessed."

Sarah adds, "That bitch can't aim."

"That bitch is psychotic." Eden finishes, wiping the hair stuck to her forehead away with a light laugh.

Pope asks, "How does she move that fast?"

"She's possessed." Kie concludes.

"I don't understand it."

"For once, Pope doesn't get it!" Eden laughs.

"She's blind!" Sarah states.

"She's like Master Yoda." JJ chuckles.

 "It makes no sense, like scientifically." Pope states.

"What about tonight made sense, scientifically?" the Bexley fired back, because there was no way Mrs. Crain fired a shot-gun and chased after them blindly—not to mention being in her eighties or nineties.

Kiara trails off, "She does yoga, Pilates....." 

"Oh, God...."

"Oh, my God!" 

Eden looks over at John B., gaze falling on the muddy block in his grasp.  Her jaw fell open as her eyes caught a glimpse of a bright gold peaking out of the dirt. "John B. tell me you're kidding. Tell me you're playing, John."

Kiara's throat was dry as she asked, "What is that?"

Sarah's smile couldn't be larger, "No you didn't!"

John B. grinned, "We did it, baby!"

"No you didn't!"

"I did it!"

JJ shrieked, "Oh my god!"

Everything became chaos at the confirmation that it was gold.

John B. was whooping his head off, JJ was practically bouncing behind the wheel, Pope was shrieking, Sarah was screaming and Kie was repeating 'Holy shit!' as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Eden was cheering like a little kid who'd been told they were going to Disney Land, unable to contain her excitement. 

To passersby, it probably sounded like someone was being murdered with the amount of banging and screaming, but to Eden it sounded just like they'd been told the best news in their entire lives because they really had.  John B. had found the gold, they'd just been told they were becoming filthy rich—that they were going full Kook.

"Wait! Wait!" Kiara exclaimed, causing everyone to slightly down their cheers, though they never came to a full halt. "Guys, we're gonna be rich!"

Eden felt nothing but full bliss—this shitty night had just turned into one of the best days of her entire life.  A day she'd look back upon when she was old and rich, living in a huge ass mansion on the Figure Eight and laugh about. 

"Filthy-fucking-rich!" Eden shrieked, serotonin running through her veins. She could see it now—buying her own apartment because legally she could move out, starting a small bracelet business to make some extra moolah for the hell of it, though she probably wouldn't need it if she spent her eight hundred thousand wisely. 

She could see Kiara producing the album she wanted too, listening to her friends songs about the OBX and the Pogues and the family they'd created for themselves; JJ buying a one way ticket to some island and surfing until the sunset reminded him to go to sleep; Pope—if he didn't get a scholarship—paying the fund for an Ivy League college to become the great man he was bound to be; John B. paying bills and supporting himself for once in his life, re-designing parts of the Chateau that needed work and hopefully able to escape DCS once and for all. 

She could see Sarah doing good with her share—now that Eden was over her grudge, she thinks the Cameron does deserve a little bit of cash.  She'd contributed information and had been helpful—by saving the turtles, or donating to local charities or helping those who lost things due to the Hurricane Agatha.  Eden could see her helping John B. out too.

Eden could see it all happening in that moment and it felt amazing.

The group couldn't contain how amazing this moment was, and one by one began to start chanting 'Full Kook! Full Kook!' at the top of their lungs, pure serotonin and excitement plastered in their faces and tones as the van packed with teens drove into the rising sun.

"Full Kook! Full Kook! Full Kook! Full Kook!"

Eden has never been better, if you were wondering.

mara's misc!

this chapter is mid to me, but i think it ended up okay.  i love the ending scene with all of the pogues cheering 'full kook' in the van.  it makes me so happy like for once the pogues get what they want (for now, at least....)

eden is so the mother hen of the group, like she does head counts and everything when they're doing missions and is just like "hold the fuck up where's so & so" when someone isn't accounted for.  like they could go to the zoo for shits and giggles and eden is doing head counts to make sure jj isn't lost in the place.

i'm pre-writing chapters just in case a) i'm unable to write for a hot minute or b) i loose motivation bc thats a very me thing to do.  i usually suck at doing it, but i've been pretty good with this fic.  usually i wait till kens and i make a deal (aka stokesfilms) or it's been a hot minute since i posted and it's been working so far.

also i just feel the need to say it's a requirement for eden to call john b. "john" just to spite stokesfilms.   whenever someone calls him "john" it gives me and her the ick and now it's kinda just a joke.

also also also me and kensie struck another deal (this is our thing if u can't tell) so go check out her new obx fic tidal (my name is also in it believe it or not) as well as the usual waves!! give her a follow and check out the rest of her fics because i said so.  

hope you enjoyed <3 see you back with chapter twenty!!