EDEN was still walking beside John B. in silence.

He'd mostly run his way back towards the Cut—she didn't mind.  He needed to run off all of his anger.  Now, that he had managed to get back though, he was slowly down, the anger wearing off.

Eden walked up to him, realizing he'd calmed down, "Get it out of your system?"

John B. nodded, "Yeah."

"Good."

Sometimes, silence wasn't a bad thing.  Sometimes, it was just necessary to fall into silence.  That was a usual habit between the two brunettes, but it was never awkward.  Even in the quiet,  the two could feel perfectly content.  And, sometimes, you could share 1000 more words in silence than you ever could while talking.

Eden didn't need to talk for John B. to know she was there for him. 

Continuing to walk in silence, the sudden sound of a car came from behind them.  A black truck was driving right beside them, in an oddly slow pace, before coming to a halt.  Eden would have kept walking if it wasn't for the fact that the black truck looked rather familiar.  

It wasn't until the window rolled down that Eden knew why that was.  Stopping for a brief second to see why they stopped, she watched as the two men—yes, the burly men—appeared as the tinted window lowered.  She bit her lip, and tried not to meet their gaze.

Eden had been right; the two men had come back.  Not only were the two brunettes unarmed, they were in the middle of a street—a rather filthy street at that.  The perfect street to trip on something and fall.  There was nowhere to hide.  The only thing they could do was run, and even then, it was a car against two teenagers.  The odds were not in Eden's favor.

But, Eden didn't really have time to think of a better plan other than running, because after hearing the cock of a gun, her hand was intertwined with John B.'s and he was almost pulling her away from the truck.

"Damn it!"  Eden heard one of the men exit the car and begin to chase after them, causing her legs to speed up the pace.  She really did not feel like getting shot at, or getting hurt by these men.  "Don't run, boy!"

The two teens were ahead, but the man was gaining up on them.  Eden didn't even register where they were running too, she just blindly allowed John B. to lead as she stared at her feet, making sure she didn't fall flat on her face.

John B. was the one who fell instead—he was trying to leap over a fence, but it ended up toppling down with him—but within seconds his hand was back in Eden's and the two were continuing their run.

But, that fall did give the man time to get right up behind John B.  With her friend shoving her forward—always being the man and putting her safety first—Eden kept running towards the street, looking back every second to see if John B. was still right there behind her.

A slight tug on her arm caused her to halt.  Looking beside her,  Eden saw the man with a tight grip on her arm.  "Get off of me!" she slightly yelled, before getting abruptly shoved down to the sandy floor below her.

"Don't touch her!" John B. shoved the dude to the ground—an audible groan following—and ran to Eden, pulling her up without bothering to see if she was okay.  There wasn't any time.  He then dragged her to the street, trying to get a head start.  It wasn't that much of a head start, though, because the man in the truck had taken advantage of the street and was driving right into them, hitting the brakes before he could actually do any damage.

John B. had put his hands out in front of himself and Eden to take in the impact, and so they didn't get hit full on, and Eden hadn't even processed the fact that the car had even come at them.  She was just focused on getting her and John B. out of here, so she immediately pulled his hand and continued to push her feet.

"Stop!"

With the screeching of tires, and the man—Ratter, wasn't it?—were now both following after the two teens, causing Eden to push her legs even further.   John B. was still ahead, and he gave her a look, and she knew what they were about to do.  They were jumping the wired fence.

Summoning up whatever strength she could find, Eden readied herself to jump but was stopped when John B.'s body came falling from the—now sparking and smoking wires.  He let out a groan, whether or not it was from the electricity shock or the fall, Eden was sure.  It was probably both.

"Oh, shit. That's gonna sting." Eden hissed, kneeling down beside her friend as Ratter and his accomplice cornered the two.  She hesitantly placed a hand on him—she probably shouldn't be touching him at all, but who cared about safety?—feeling a slight tingle on her own skin as she did.  "You're okay, you're okay, just try and hang on for a few minutes—"

"You gotta watch those live wires after a storm." Ratter came right up to John B., nodding at the other man to come as well.  Without warning, Eden felt herself getting pulled away from her friend, before feeling an arm getting placed against her neck.

"Don't touch him! Do not fucking touch him!" Eden yelled out from her spot in front of the other dude, trying to pull at the arm placed at her neck.  "Get your hands off of me!"

Ratter stepped over John B., "Now you're gonna give me what I want."

Before he could do any more damage, the sound of police sirens began to come closer, and Eden let out a sigh of relief.  The slam of a car door was heard, and Sheriff Peterkin stepped out, staring towards the two men.

Ratter got off of John B. and walked back towards the black truck, nodding at his accomplice to follow. The man did as he'd been told, and harshly shoved Eden back into the gravel before following.

Eden let out a small hiss as she felt the gravel digging into her elbows, but the pain was quickly compressed in her mind as she crawled back over to John B., who was still gasping for air after the sudden jolt of electricity he'd received.

Peterkin came around the fence, hands on her hips as she examined the scene. "You okay, hon?"

"Yeah, but I don't know if he is." Eden briefly looked towards the woman before her eyes were back at John B.'s limp and slightly twitching body on the ground.  

The sheriff gave a curt nod towards the boy, "He'll be fine.  Help me get him in the cruiser."

Doing as she was told, Eden helped the woman get the brunette into the front seat on the police cruiser.  Sitting in complete silence, Peterkin drove the two teens back to where they'd originally been before the men interrupted.  John B. had came back to his senses, but he didn't seem to want to talk about what had happened.

So, Peterkin decided to say something herself. "So, how's it workin' out, kid? It's a whole lot safer if you give it to me than anybody else."

Eden knew by it, she meant the compass.  And even though Eden wanted to help in John B.'s search for his father's clue, she knew it was better if he handed over the item.  If it was in Peterkin's hands, there would be no more running and hiding from the burly men.  The death compass could be gone and out of their hands, which Eden would appreciate.  It had already gotten them in enough trouble as it is.

John B. was still silent, but he sent the sheriff a small look before pulling the compass from his pocket.  Even if Eden was happy to be rid of the thing, she knew what it meant to John B.  It was the last item he had of his father, the last memory even.   Without it, there was nothing even showing a sign that he could still be out there.

But, John B. complied anyway, and handed it over.  

"This thing probably saved your life." Peterkin responded, looking between the compass and the boy. "Concentrated the shock.  Lucky."

After a few more minutes in silence, John B. finally exited the cruiser, and stood completely still, looking towards the distance.   Eden looked at the sheriff for a moment, giving a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes.  "Thank you, sheriff."

"You don't have to thank me, Eden." Peterkin replied, before nodding towards the brunette boy.  "Keep an eye on him, will you."

Eden opened her car door, "I always am, ma'am."

The cruiser pulled off after that, leaving the two brunettes staring as it drove right into the distance.  John B. continued to stare off, and there seemed to be a small amount of tears starting to well up in his eyes.

Eden wrapped her arms around him in a comforting manner, "Y'know, if it really means that much to you, I'm sure we can find a way to get it back.  JJ could think of a crazy idea, or something."

"No, it's better that it's gone." John B. hesitated on the words.  Clearly, some part of him didn't believe those words.  Part of him still wanted to have that compass, to figure out why it had been in Scooter's Grady White.  But the other half knew that for the sake of his friends, and himself, it was better that he didn't have it.  He slightly pulled away, "You don't have to stay with me.  You can go home, get your elbows cleaned up."

"I guess they are a little scratched up." Eden looked down at her elbows, noticing the small, red, scratches that littered both of them.  They were slightly bleeding, but it didn't hurt too much.  She looked up with an, 'are you sure' look. "You sure? I don't mind cleaning up your place, even if it is a disaster."

"No, I'll be okay." John B. replied, letting out a breath, "I'm gonna get my life together again."

Eden did as John B. had suggested and ended up going back to the Bexley house.  Even if she didn't like it there, it was her house.  Besides, going back there was always terrible.  Sometimes, if she was only gone for a day, Isla wouldn't have to yell, and that was always a plus.

When she eventually walked into her driveway—yes, she walked all the way home.  It probably wasn't the best decision after the morning she'd experienced, but she didn't really feel like calling anyone—her mother's car was nowhere to be seen.   If it wasn't clear enough, that meant that she wouldn't have to deal with the wrath of Isla—not yet, at least.

When she opened the door to her house, it was silent.  Her eyes immediately spotted her father sitting at the dining room table, sheets full of paperwork in front of him.  Tom hadn't even registered his daughter's appearance until she spoke up. "Hey, Dad."

He slightly glanced up at Eden, and gave his usual lopsided smile, "Oh, hey, angel."  That had always been her father's nickname for her.   Even as she got older, and started acting less and less like the perfect angel her mother had tried to create. "You're home early."

He was right.  She'd only been gone for a day, and it usually took her three to four before she ventured back to her place.  Eden shrugged, "I just  gave John B. a little alone time, but don't get your hopes up. I'm not staying."

Tom let out a sigh, "You never do, Eden. I've learned to expect that."

Eden paused and held up her elbows, "Do you have anything for this?"

He glanced up at her elbows, eyebrows furrowing together as he noticed the scratches that were littered all over the place. "What happened there?"

"I—uh, fell on my bike." Eden hesitated a moment, spilling out a quick lie to her father.  It's not like he'd ever find out about what really happened.   Those men were to stay between John B. and Eden—as well as the other Pogues.   "It doesn't really matter, anyway.  Do you have anything to clean them up or not?"

Tom got up from the table, and started heading towards one of the bathrooms  in their household.  Eden waited, tapping her foot on the floor.  Her elbows really didn't that bad—maybe she was still in some sort of shock for what had just happened—but it was probably best if she did clean them up.  The last thing she needed was infected elbows.

"Here you go, angel." Tom placed some antibiotics and some band-aids on the counter, eyeing over the scratches.   Taking a seat back in his chair, he looked at her again. "You sure that came from a bike crash?"

"Mhm." Eden hummed picking up whatever cream that her father had given her, spreading it across both of her elbows.  Lying to her father really wasn't a big deal, and she'd always been rather good at lying in general. "Thanks."

"No, problem." Tom replied, looking back down at whatever paperwork he was trying to fill out.  Eden took that as her chance to leave, and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, tossing her phone upon her bed, landing with a soft thump.

Her eyes scanned around the barely used bedroom. It was clean—too clean, even.  Her walls were painted a bright white, which reflected the sunlight coming from her windows.  Her hanging bed—yes, it was hanging—stayed perfectly in the center without even slightly swaying in a certain direction, and the teal and white blankets were folded neatly.

The leaves covering one of her sets of windows were also rather still, perfectly capturing the light that was being let in.   But, that was somewhat the usual vibe of the Bexley household.  Perfection.

Isla must have come through when Eden was gone, because her laundry had been cleaned, and her bed had been organized—not in the way Eden would have done it, but it had been organized. Everything was dusted off too.

No messages had come through her phone, meaning John B. was still figuring out his life.   Eden hoped he was really taking his words seriously and cleaning up his messes before they got even bigger than before.

Grabbing her bracelet kit and putting in her DVD copy of Titanic—buying that movie was probably the one thing that her mother did right— Eden took a seat on her bed and began to relax for the first time in the past day and a half.  After the morning she'd just had, she felt like she deserved three hours to herself.

Beginning to work on a new bracelet, for JJ to be specific, Eden listened as the familiar theme of Titanic began.  From the first time she watched the movie—the five Pogues had gone to see it, all of them slightly high, except Pope, when it came back to theaters one time a few years back—she loved it.  

She remembered the feeling that it gave her watching it in theaters.  Kiara was crying at the end, Pope was muttering every inaccuracy as he noticed them, John B. was staring at Rose for over half the movie, and Eden was almost sure she saw JJ shedding a few tears as well.  Definitely a core memory for her.

She could probably recite over half the movie by now, if she was honest.  When she was watching it, time seemed to almost freeze, yet also seemed to go by almost too quickly, which is what happened to Eden—in what felt like—a few seconds.

The honking of a horn took Eden out of her bracelet making trance, her head snapping towards her window that gave her a view of her front yard.  Her eyes were met with the Twinkie parked in her driveway, John B.'s head out the window, his hand giving a small wave.

Eden hopped off her bed, only taking her phone and the finished bracelet with her.  Going down the steps two at a time, she was about to reach the door when her father's voice stopped her.

"Eden, where are you going?

She paused only for a moment, "I think you know."

Tom sighed, "Go have fun, angel."

Giving a small smile, Eden raced out her front door, slamming it quickly.  Pope slid open the side door for her, a slight smile on his face. "Hello, Eds."

"Hey, Bubs." Eden replied, taking a spot across from the boy.  Pope and Eden always had an unspoken bond between them.  Maybe Eden wasn't as close to him as she was to John B., but she knew Pope would always be there for her, and she sent that treatment right back at the boy.

"In a rush?" JJ asked, looking back from the passenger seat as she slid the door closed.

Eden replied, "You interrupted my Titanic binge, so this better be good."

"I'll never let go, Jack." JJ quoted the movie in a high pitched voice, mimicking Rose's words to Jack at the end.  He opened his hand, acting as he was letting go of someone dramatically.

"Hey, you were the one crying at the end." Eden retorted, causing the boy to give a slightly offended look.

"I was not crying, I was just really high—"

"—you so weren't 'just really high' because where were the tears any other time we've gotten high? Exactly. You were actually crying—"

John B. rolled his eyes, "If we're gonna argue about Titanic, let's argue about the obvious: Jack could have fit on that door."

"Oh, hell yeah, he totally could have fit on that door." JJ replied without a thought, siding with the brunette.

Pope disagreed, "The door didn't have enough buoyancy to hold both Rose and Jack. It would have kept capsizing if the two were on it together."

"I mean, he has a point." Eden shrugged, "You saw how it flipped when Jack tried to get on it too."

JJ rolled his eyes, "Stop being a smart ass, Pope.  He could have fit on the door and I won't take any buts."

Eden gave him a small look, "Someone's getting defensive."

"I'm just stating facts."

"Believe what you wanna believe." Pope sighed, leaning back. The four of them all went quiet, and Eden leaned forward, placing her head on the side of the blonde's headrest.  The sun was just beginning to set, giving the sky an orange tint.   Eden tried to cherish as many sunsets as she could.  There was only so much time before the summer ended, and school started up again.

"Here you go, J." Eden put forward her hand, holding out the bracelet she'd made for the blonde boy.

JJ gave a genuine smile and snatched the small piece of jewelry from her grasp, sliding it on his wrist. "Finally!"

"No thank you?"

"Thank you." JJ replied, looking at it fondly.  Seeing the way all the Pogues reacted to her friendship bracelets always made her happy.

Pulling up to the Wreck—the Carrera family restaurant—Pope and Eden went inside to collect their friend.  Even if Pope was total Pogue,  Mr. Carrera still liked the boy more than the brunette and blonde back in the Twinkie.  

Surprisingly, the brunette girl declined the offer to leave, and turned back to painting part of the restaurant without even saying why.  But, Eden felt as if she already knew the reason that Kiara had said 'no', and decided she'd ask about it.

"Hey, uh, Pope, why don't you go tell the boys she isn't coming." Eden nodded towards the door, signaling for him to leave for a moment.  She waited until she knew that Pope was gone before asking Kie.  "Kie, what is going on?"

"Can I not say no to something?" Kiara responded, stepping off the small ladder she'd been using.  Clearly, something was up, Eden could see it as the Carrera girl's gaze fell to the Twinkie parked outside.  Eden and Kiara had been best friends since they met: they knew each other better than most, and Eden could tell when something was bothering Kie.

"I don't care if you don't want to go, but there's clearly a reason why you're saying no.  I know you, Kie." Eden replied, crossing her arms with a knowing look towards the curly haired girl. "Is it about the kiss?"

"I—no—I don't know." Kiara sighed.

Eden slightly frowned, "I'm not trying to justify what he did.  It was awkward, and it just wasn't the right timing—believe me, I talked to him about it—but, he's sorry.  I know he's sorry about it, and feels really bad.  John B. is like a brother to me, and I don't need you two acting all distant.  Pogues don't stay mad at each other."

"I know." Kiara replied, voice slightly quieter than before. "I know he feels bad about it, and I don't want him too.....but I don't even know what I should be feeling.  John B. is like a brother to me too, I don't know if I even like him like that—"

The sound of the door opening caused both girls to go quiet, heads turned towards the brunette boy walking into the place.  Eden placed a hand on Kie's shoulder, and gave a reassuring look towards the girl. "Good luck."

Brushing past John B., Eden hopped down the stairs of the Wreck and got back inside the van.  Pope and JJ had been pondering about why Kiara could have possibly denied their request for her to come with them.   As the brunette entered, JJ was quick to throw questions at her, knowing she'd been with the two at the light house.

"Eds, please, tell us what happened." JJ turned around in the passenger seat, his bright eyes pleading to hear the news.

"Why do you always expect me to know the latest tea within this friend group?" Eden questioned, crossing her arms.  She was going to tell them—no secrets between Pogues was a huge rule—whether or not John B. and Kie wanted it to be known, she just wanted to mess around with Pope and JJ first.

Pope gave her a small look, "Because you're Eden. You just know shit like that."

"Fair, but why do you expect me to tell you." Eden replied.

"Because we're your best friends." JJ tilted his head to the side with an innocent look.

"Okay, fine." Eden rolled her eyes, "John B. kissed her."

"He what?" Pope exclaimed, eyes wide in shock.  Through his shock, Eden could see the small frown he was fighting off of his face.  He'd never been great at hiding his feelings, and the brunette sent him a small, but obvious, glance.

"Seriously?" the Maybank let out a laugh at her words, putting a fist to his mouth in surprise.  When he said to make a move, he honestly didn't expect John B. to take his advice.  No one ever did.  As Eden gave a nod, he let out a small, "Damn."

Eden nodded again, "Yeah, I was there.  Don't think I'm telling you because you're my best friends or anything.  I just know John B. would have let it slip at some point in the near future."

"That's my boy." JJ sighed with a small smirk.

Pope didn't show the same amount of excitement as he spoke, "It can't have gone well if she doesn't want to—"

The sound of the door opening again caused all three teens to go quiet again.  Eden watched as John B. and Kie left The Wreck, side by side.  Kiara had a small smile on her face, and John B. seemed rather content.  It must have gone well.

"Guess she changed her mind." Eden finished, giving a small shrug.  The two brunettes entered the Twinkie and within a few minutes, the Pogues were beginning their next adventure.  

During the drive to wherever John B. sought to find a clue for his father, the sun had finally set.  It was now rather dim outside, but it wasn't totally pitch black.  There was enough light to see most things, but it definitely wouldn't stay that way for long.

Everyone had rearranged in the van.  John B. and Kie now occupied the front two seats, proving that any hard feelings had been solved within The Wreck.  Eden and Pope took up the middle row, legs slightly brushed against each other. She stared out the window, watching as they passed trees and boats alike.

JJ, who was sitting in the very back of the van, spoke up after some time of silence. "You mind if I just relax on this one? It's been a long day, and a lot of weird stuff's gone down.  I'm just gonna lay low—"His topic of conversation changed when he noticed Pope's eyes on him. "—oh, did you want a hit of this?"

Pope gave an annoyed look and put his hand in front of the joint that JJ was bringing to his face, "I keep the signal clear."

"Dude, okay.  Do you understand that your problem is that you don't get creative.  If you got creative, then—"

John B. stopped the blonde's ramble, "Look, I-I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, alright? And pretty much wrong about everything else going on.  But, I was right about one thing.  Okay?  My dad is trying to tell me something."

John B.'s words didn't seem to have fazed JJ as he held out the joint towards Eden lazily, "What about you, Eden?"

"Why not?" Eden took the joint with a small roll of her eyes.

Within a few minutes, John B. had parked the Twinkie, and the five filed out.  The Routledge had driven them to a cemetery.  Why? Eden was sure that her and the three other confused teens were about to find out. 

Once they had gotten walking—it had gotten rather dark, so a few of them had flashlights in hand—Kie stated, "This place is scary. John B., what are we doing?"

"You know how you're trying to remember a song and can't remember who's singing it?" John B. spoke as if anyone understood where he was going with it.

"Yeah."

"So, Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it's not a place." John B. replied, walking up to a mausoleum and shining his flashlight upon it.   The group looked up towards the top of it, reading the name engraved at the top.  Redfield. "It's a person."

JJ let out a whistle, "Voi-effing-la."

"See, my great-great-grandmother Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name." He said, causing all four of the teens that had been staring at the mausoleum to give each other a small look.  Not having noticed it, John B. beckoned them over, "Help me with the door.  Come on."

JJ and Pope went to help out the brunette boy as the two girls stayed in the back, shining their flashlights so the boys could see.  The three pushed the stone as hard as they could, but the slab stayed in place, ignoring the boys' attempts at moving it.

"Come on. This door is like, 700 pounds, man. It's not gonna budge." Pope spoke through gritted teeth as he used his strength to try and move the stone. 

"We didn't come this far, to get this far, alright?" JJ panted in a reply.  Before the three boys to think of another way to move the door, or try again, there was a light hiss, and a snake came slithering through a crack.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa—" Pope exclaimed loudly, stumbling backwards, his foot stomping right on Eden's.  She let out a hiss of her own, her face scrunching together as pain started to erupt.

"Damn it, Pope." She hissed out, causing Pope to give her an apologetic look back.

"That's a moccasin, alright." JJ bent at his knees, the flashlight on top of his head shining down upon the moving creature.  "Ye olde Dr. Cottonmouth.  Death in tall grass."  The blonde then began to bark at the snake, causing the whole group to start yelling at him.

"What the fuck is even happening right now?" Eden spoke to no one in particular, confusion filling her expression as she watched the blonde bark at the creature without warning.

"JJ, shut up." Kiara hissed out, eyes wide with confusion as well. "Shut up!"

Pope slapped his arm, "You're gonna wake the frickin' dead, man."

"Dude, they're afraid of dogs. Everybody knows that, man." JJ stopped barking at the snake, speaking as if he had no clue why everyone was telling him to stop.   John B. gave a eye roll to his friend and headed towards the door again, but was stopped by the blonde. "Wait, hold on.  If there's one, there's probably dozens."  After a moment of comments towards his words, JJ began barking at the mausoleum once more.

"Stop barking at the snakes."John B. hissed, pulling the boy back from the mausoleum in annoyance.

"Look, John—"

JJ defended himself, "I was just making sure it's clear."

"Shut up." Pope made sure he was the only one talking before beginning, looking at John B. seriously. "John, look. We're not gonna get in there, alright? It's not budging. We should probably just go."

After a moment of hesitation, Kiara spoke up. "I can get through."

"What?" Eden exclaimed, confused.  Her eyes darted to the hole and then back at the Carrera.  Sure, Kie could definitely fit through the hole, but it was risky.  Especially if there were snakes inside, as JJ thought.

John B. immediately turned down the idea, "No, no, no, no. You think you're gonna fit through the hole? That hole?"

"Look, this is about your dad." Kie replied, her eyes meeting with John B. as she spoke. "And honestly, I really don't believe in it, but you deserve to know the truth." She paused a moment before stepping forward. "I'll do it." 

"Screw this." Eden muttered after a moment of silence, stepping forward next to her friend. "I'll go with you, Kie."

"Okay, that's just a no." John B. snapped back, clearly displeased with the idea of both of his friends going in for him.

Eden rolled her eyes, "I agree with Kie. Breaking into this grave is a little crazy and probably illegal, but you should know the truth.  After all this, it's what you deserve." Slightly smiling, she added. "Plus, girls stick with girls."

Kiara gave a thankful nod, clearly pleased that she wasn't going to be doing this alone. "Now help us, will you?"

John B. gave a slightly displeased look, but continued to walk over to the two girls, Pope and JJ at his side.  The brunette moved the branches and dead ivy out of the way with Pope, holding them off to the side as JJ leaned against the stone in a chair like position.

"I'm gonna boost you, alright?" the blonde spoke as Kie approached him to get boosted up first.  She gave a hesitant look towards Eden before she eyed JJ.  He cupped his hands, readying himself. "I've seen it in the movies several times."

"That doesn't make me trust you in any way, J." Eden huffed from behind her friend.

Placing her foot in JJ's hand, she looked towards John B., "Remind me what we're looking for."

Simply, John B. answered, "You'll know when you see it."

Kie gave a final look towards Eden before hoisting herself up into the hole. JJ gave a nod towards the brunette, and Eden came up, putting a foot in JJ's cupped hands.  She nodded towards his head lamp. "Do you have an extra flashlight on you?"

Keeping one hand steady under Eden's foot, he pulled off his head lamp and handed it up to her.  "Here."

Eden put it on her head with an almost disgusted look, "Probably has your lice on it, but okay."

"Ready?" JJ rolled his eyes, putting his hand back under her foot. When Eden gave a small nod, he began to count down. "One, two—" He didn't get to three before the brunette had hoisted herself up into the hole.

"Okay, never mind. Just forget about three."

Eden landed next to her friend, catching the flashlight the Pope had thrown over for Kie.  After getting it, the two began to shine their lights around the mausoleum, trying to spot something unusual; out of the ordinary.

"You alive? You got, like, a—a heartbeat and everything?" John B. called out, making sure his friends were okay.

"So far." Kie yelled back, examining the stone walls carefully.  Eden shined her head lamp around the place, eyes scanning over everything the light touched.  Nothing caught her eye at first, but the sudden jab in her arm told her that something had caught Kie's.

"Ouch, Kie." Eden rubbed over where the girl had jabbed it.

"Everything okay?" John B. called up once again, having her the girls words.

"Eden." Kie hissed out, shining her flashlight over a certain spot in the stone walls. Finally getting a better glimpse at the item, she let out an, "Oh my god."

"Did you find something?" JJ questioned, "Is there gold?"

Eden's gaze caught what Kie had been staring at, and when it did, she let out a small exclaim of her own. "Shit."

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eden when jj started barking: 🤨🤨🤨

 hello!

ahhhh s3 is finally here! i'm so excited to see what this season holds, as well as plan for eden's part in it all.  

this chapter ended up longer than expected, but oh well.  i think it ended up pretty well.  the mystery is starting up, (it's been here since chapter one), but like it's actually getting good now. 

i'm in my titanic era rn, so that's where all the references came from.  plus, it's literally a classic and the pogues totally went to see it when it came back to theaters for like an anniversary. it totally happened, like it just did.   (eden probably forced them to go, but it doesn't matter).

if you haven't watched titanic, please take like 3 hours of your time to do so.  it's kinda an experience that just needs to happen at least once in life.

anyway, eden and the pogues>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> i love writing them.

also, pogue-life for her comments on the last chapter! love you babes <333. ur comments give me so much motivation, (go check out her obx fics rn! you won't regret it!)

hope you enjoyed! <333