「 ✦ HURRICANE AGATHA ✦ 」

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𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗘'𝗦 𝗖𝗔𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗔 sharp stop after he glanced down at his phone. "Fuck," he mumbled, "I have some shit to deal with-"

"I'll walk home," MJ responded, reaching for the door handle, "I'm a serious rich boy. I can walk to my friends instead of my house, it's not too far."

The blonde boy was far too focused on whatever was on his phone to pay the slightest bit of attention to the girl who now had the door slung open and was awkwardly climbing out of the truck. It wasn't until the door was slammed shut and the girl was halfway across the bridge that Rafe managed to look up from his phone and glance at the girl out in the rain.

Whatever brief change of character was gone, he no longer cared about making sure the dirty Maybank made it home safe. He had better and far more important things to deal with in his eyes.

Once back at John B's house, MJ trudged inside the house slamming the door behind her. She kicked off her soaking wet shoes and tossed the heavy-drenched sweatshirt onto the ground beside it. The boys always had clothes lying around here, so lucky MJ easily found a warm large hoodie and tugged it over her small frame before making her way out to the porch, grabbing a beer along her way.

"Sup, slut," JJ grinned as he looked up and smiled before taking another sip of his drink. "You look like a wet rat," JJ commented as John B and Pope walked through the back door, towels wrapped around their lower half.

"Hey, MJ," John B acknowledged as he gave the girl a small wave, "We missed you today."

"I'm sure you did," JJ retorted. He was well aware that his best friend more than likely had a developing crush on his twin sister.

"Yeah, work was crazy, especially with the whole hurricane prep," She replied sitting next to JJ on the pull-out. She rested her head on JJ's shoulder, smacking him to stay still as he pretended to gag.

MJ debated telling them about her very strange interaction with Rafe but decided against it as she knew it would cause unnecessary problems and Rafe was more than likely high or up to no good.

"Mind if we crash here for the night," JJ asked, already knowing the answer.

"Sure, why not," John B replied while Pope grabbed his bag from the table.

"I've gotta run, Pop's wants me home," Pope said politely saying goodbye to the three before he walked out of the chateau.

For the next couple of hours, the three sat on the porch watching the rain fall. Curled up with blankets and drinks simply enjoying each other's company. They all knew that it wasn't going to last forever, the inevitable fate of MJ was looming over them and possibly the fate of John B also.

But, it was in moments like this that they chose not to worry about it and instead simply be grateful for the moment. Because at this moment they were all happy and safe.

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The following morning MJ found herself lounging in a yellow bikini on the HMS Pogue, the boat that John B owned and all five teenagers used daily. Kiara, JJ, Pope, John B and MJ all laughed as they talked among one another. The boat glided through the marsh, changing channels every once in a while.

JJ had decided it would be a good idea to stand on the front of the boat, water-falling beer into his mouth. It sprayed everywhere but inside his mouth, causing MJ to shriek with anger.

"What the fuck dude," MJ scowled at her twin brother with frustration, "You're getting it all over everyone you blond bimbo."

Before JJ could retort a snarky comeback at the girl, the boat lurched forward, throwing everyone forward and out of their seats. JJ sailed through the air, splashing loudly in the water, slowly floating to the surface a second later.

"Is everyone okay?" John B asked as he pushed off of the ground, while everyone, including a now concerned MJ, moaned in response.

MJ pushed her messy, beer-covered, hair behind her shoulder and stood to her feet rushing over to the edge of the boat, "JJ? You okay?"

He groaned, "I think my heels touched the back of my head," He coughed a bit before swimming back to the boat slowly. "Pope, what'd ya do?"

"The channel changed," Pope replied as he picked his hat off of the ground, "That's gonna mess this whole place up."

"Or you just can't fucken drive a boat," MJ scowled at the boy. "Sorry, I just, thought something happened to JJ. It's not your fault P."

MJ made sure to apologize, not sure where her sudden snap of aggression came from, while JJ boasted about the beer that he miraculously saved.

Pope stared into the water, clearly focused on something beyond the changed sandbar, "I think there's a boat down there," He said loud enough for the rest of the group to hear.

MJ's gaze followed his pointed finger and sure enough, she could just barely see the top of a sunken boat. Kie and John B moved over to get a better view while JJ looked through the water, even though he wouldn't be able to see it from there

"You think there's a dead body down there, MJ" Pope asked the girl nervously, still looking over the edge.

"It's the ocean, do you know how many dead bodies are down there?" MJ retorted, raising an eyebrow, "It's dead people's soup, P." She joked, knocking shoulders with him.

Alongside Kie and John B, the blonde girl jumped into the water letting the cold water cool their sun-kissed bodies down from the immense heat above, while Pope called for them to wait up. The five of them swam down towards the boat, attempting to hold their breaths for a long enough period to get the slightest bit of information on the boat.

The boat was submerged in the water, surrounded by a deep reef of rocks and coral. MJ glanced at her brother underwater and could tell that like herself, he too was losing his breath quickly. They all grabbed onto the boat and looked around for a few seconds before using it to push off.

MJ break the surface of the water with a deep breath, allowing the air to fill her lungs, "Holy shit, you were right," the girl said with disbelief to Pope as he swam up beside her.

"That's a Grady-White," JJ said as they started to swim towards their boat, "A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy. It's a primo rig."

As the five pulled themselves up and onto the boat, JJ responded as he flipped his hair out of his face, all of us dripping wet, "Yeah. That's the boat I saw when we surfed the surf. Maybe it hit the jetty or something."

"You surfed the surge?" Kie asked concerned and John B went quiet.

"That's my boy. Pogue style," JJ congratulated, patting him on the back, proudly. MJ shot her brother a stern look. They should not be encouraging the boy to surf during a hurricane.

"What the heck," Kie muttered but was ignored by the boys.

MJ stepped towards John B, her bright blue eyes piercing into his, "Why would you be so fucking stupid? There are better ways to have a good time."

"I'm sorry, MJ." John B sheepishly shrugged. He knew he'd fucked up if that girl was the one lecturing him about safety.

"Do we at least know whose boat that is?" MJ asked, "Seeing as you almost killed yourself, did your stupidness come in handy?"

JJ stood at the front of the boat, staring deep into the water trying to spot something from the surface to give them a clue about whose boat this could be.

"No, but we're about to find out," John B commented as he pulled the anchor out of the boat's hatch. "Little help, MJ."

The blonde girl sighed. Out of everyone in the group she had the best stamina in the water thanks to being a prior Kildare High swimmer. That was before her first run-in with the cops.

"Nah, it's too deep," JJ said as he crouched down, continuing to stare at the still water. The only waves you could see were the ones that the boat was making.

"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ," John B replied as he dusted the anchor off and picked it back up, handing it to the blonde girl. "Bedside, we have your sister here to save us."

"Well, I'm not resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear upfront," JJ said as he walked towards his sister.

"Diver down, fool," MJ said with a smile before saluting the boys. They watched as he gripped the anchor between her small hands and jumped effortlessly into the water.

A couple of minutes passed and MJ had yet to rise to the surface. JJ was starting to get a nervous pit in his stomach, he didn't want to doubt his sister's abilities but he was also fully aware that she'd do anything to impress John B.

Just when JJ was about to speak up about his concern, the girl's blonde hair broke the surface. She grinned up at her brother and friends with a toothy grin.

"Are you okay?" Kie asked.

"Any dead bodies?" Pope piped up.

"That's my sister," JJ grinned before adding in a very his comment, "Any looting potential?"

"Found a motel key," MJ replied, ignoring all three questions as she tossed John B the key before climbing onto the boat.

It was a bronze key that was starting to rust slowly, while water dripped off of the yellow tag connected to it with room number, 229, printed in detailed writing.

"Great! We salvaged a motel key," JJ said sarcastically as Pope started the boat.

MJ scowled at the boy as she used his sweatshirt lying on the floor to dry off her.

"Maybe we should report this to the Coast Guard. Maybe we'll get a finders fee," Kie told us as we sailed through the marsh.

"Yeah, and not work all summer," JJ added as the wind blew his blond hair out of his face, "Thanks, Agatha, you batch!"

"I second that," MJ said, thinking back to her previous shifts' interesting interaction.

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The hot sun beamed down onto MJ's olive skin as she stood beside her brother and friends. Kie and Pope waited patiently with her as John B, and JJ were inside the Coast Guard shack trying to tell someone about the boat they found.

"We should just use the key," MJ shrugged, her mind racing with all the potential adventures that the key could bring.

It was her last summer and she wasn't letting it end with nothing memorable. She wanted it to be a golden summer.

"That makes perfect sense MJ! Let's just use the key, possibly criminalize ourselves, and maybe we'll discover a dead body along the way." Pope shot back.

"Do you have a dead body kink or some shit?" MJ teased.

"I don't." Pope argued back, "I'm just really not wanting to see a dead body."

"You won't. I'm the one who's been swimming to the bottom of the water. Besides, they're all rotting away at the ocean floor." She pointed out.

"They float,"  Pope argued back.

"Do you think that one did?" MJ asked going pale. Her gaze locked onto a dead body that was being stretched away from the now-forming group of people.

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authors note:
I'm so excited to write this story! I already 

have ten chapters written out and waiting 

to be uploaded! I promise you that this is

 a Rafe Cameron fanfiction, but seeing as MJ

 is a Maybank she is going to have a part in the

hood hunt. I appreciate those of you who have 

been voting and adding this to your reading lists. 

It warms my heart that people are enjoying my story.

 I'd love to hear opinions and suggestions from you

 throughout the chapters! That being said, do we 

want Rafe to be a secret softy or do you all want a 

slow-burn douche, Rafe?

Chapter song: Knock Knock - Mac Miller