AN: Chapter 9 and chapter 10 got mixed around, but it's fixed now. Sorry for any confusion.
- K&B
"You guys haven't moved, have you?" O plopped down next to Ben whose eyes were glued to the flat screen TV.
"Nope." Chon replied back.
"It's sooo nice out." O started to say as she looked out the floor length widows. "Can we please go out to the beach?"
"Why not ask Brooke or Aoibheann." Ben glanced over at his girlfriend, then back to the TV.
"They're both busy." O whined.
A huge smile appeared on Ben's face when he killed Chon's guy. "FUCK YES!" The curly brunette yelled as he fisted pumped the air. "Sure babe. Let's go."
"Beginners luck." Chon growled as he stood up to go put his swim trunks on. Chon hated to lose to Ben, since they were playing the newest Call of Duty Game. Ben had no idea how to even hold a real gun.
"Chon, don't be a sore loser." O said as she skipped up the stairs, happy to be finally leaving the house.
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"O, do you want to play?" Chon asked as he walked over to the beach volleyball net. Chon knew that O could not play beach volleyball to save her life, he just liked to annoy her.
"Ha ha. Very funny." The Blonde hippie threw her hair up in a messy bun and started to dig in her beach bag, looking for her sunscreen. After five minutes of looking O shrugged her shoulders and laid down on her beach towel. 'Brooke probably took it.' Ophelia thought to herself as she put her headphones on. The last thing she wanted to hear, was Ben and Chon yelling at one another for missing the stupid ball.
"You're going to get skin cancer." Ben mouthed to his girlfriend, right before he spiked the volleyball over the net, gaining him and Chon a point.
Barely lifting her sunglasses from her face, she stuck her tongue out at him. She knew that Ben was serious about it, but Ophelia really didn't care. If she was going to get skin cancer in the future it would be her own fault and no one else's. The blonde hippie grew up loving the sun and getting a tan, she wasn't about to change her ways. Ophelia was stubborn.
After winning four games, Ben begged Chon for a break, which they got after O told the two boys that she would go get them some food at her favorite street vendor.
"You know we have a meeting with Dennis Cain in a few hours." Chon told his best friend as he watched a blonde surfer and a red hair surfer walk pass them. Both girls smiled at Chon, which earned a chuckle from Ben.
"He's not going to like that we do business with the IRA." As the words left his mouth, Ben thought back to the last time he and Chon had a talk with the corrupt DEA agent, Dennis Cain.
"Fuck him. Even though I hate Liam, doing business with them has help us in so many ways." Ben nodded his head in argument. It was true, since they had joined up with the IRA, the two drug dealers, gained more money and was selling a lot more weed and they also had better protection from the government.
"Okay, I got two hamburgers and a veggie burger for myself." O said as she plopped down next to Ben.
"Once I'm done destroy this burger, we'll play one more game then head back to the house." Chon told the two right before he took a huge bite of his hamburger, earning a gross look from O.
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"Babe, we have to go to a meeting. We'll be back in two hours." Ben told a very high Ophelia as he kissed her on the top of her head.
"Mkay." O mumbled as she pulled the covers closer to her body and snuggled deeper into the cold bed.
"Ready?" Ben asked as he walked down the stairs to the main level.
Chon grabbed his gun off of the coffee table in the living room as he glanced over at Ben to see him waiting by the front door. "Let's go get this shit over with." The war hero groaned as he closed the front door. Chon always hated the meetings with Dennis, it always ended in same way; with Chon threating to either kill him or turn him in.