"WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?"

The five teenagers stood at Heyward's deck and took out the shit John B stole from the boat. The buzz from the shoot-off had gone over, and they were all pretty much settled by now. Except Tatum, who was practically dancing and preparing for a round two. She'd already planned both mens' deaths. Pope agreed, which meant it was brutal and serial killer worthy.

"Gotta be money, right?" said John B, unzipping the bag.

JJ leaned over her. "That or a couple of keys with street value to the low-to mid-mills!" he said with a chuckle. Only Tatum laughed back, but she giggled at everything, so it didn't mean much.

"Can we please just open to bag?" snapped Pope in frustration. He was the only person who didn't feel a drop of adrenaline over the whole thing. Once again, it only made him question his decision to be friends with these idiots.

"Wow, Pope," said John B, looking up at him. "That's a rare outburst of emotion." The four of them began to tease the boy with sarcasm.

"Okay. You guys are literally killing me with anticipation." He kneeled on the floor as the others continued teasing him. "Just open the bag. We almost died over this."

John B obeyed his orders without another word. They all fell silent - even JJ and Tatum - as he unscrewed the lid of the canister. It was a compass. A fucking compass.

Tatum couldn't help the beehive of giggles that fell out of her mouth. It was so stupid. So much stress, all for that. It really was actually unbelievable.

"Oh, wow," commented Pope, his voice laced with frustration and sarcasm. "Yup. That's about right. Good job, everybody. We found a compass."

His words only made Tatum laugh more. She was definitely going to pee her pants. It got to the point where she didn't even know she she was laughing. How her friends put up with her, she had no idea.

JJ looked down at John B, who was fixated on the small thing. "Dude, what? It's not worth anything."

More giggles from Tatum.

"This was my father's," whispered John B.

She quite literally exploded. She didn't mean to be this insensitive, but she honestly couldn't help it. Kiara slapped her in the arm, desperately trying not to join in. This was a heartfelt moment for poor John B, and Tatum was crying of laughter. That girl was crazy.

𑁍𑁍𑁍

HOURS LATER, at the wreck, Tatum smiled at Kiara. Kiara smiled back. She took a mental picture of it. She couldn't get enough of her.

"Thought I'd give you this back before I did something dumb," she said, handing Kie her bubblegum pink pistol.

Kiara's fingers lingered on Tatum's hand. She shook her head slowly, and closed her hand over Tatum's. They were holding hands. She had to hold back a squeal. Sure, there was a gun in between them, but they were still holding hands.

"Keep it," said Kiara, her eyes soft and not leaving Tatum's. "I trust you."

The other girl's lips parted. She trusted her. And that meant everything.

A/n: I can't believe it took 13 chapters to write one episode.