John Hathaway

John Hathaway. 24. Ride Operator at the Costa Pier Park

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“Perhaps it will.” Georgia joked, “You mean you’ve never been invited in?” Her lips opened in a gasp, truthfully though neither had she. The Mercer’s were the biggest and richest mystery within Costa. “I heard they were selling it, you should ask for a tour.”

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“We should ask for a tour,” he amended. “We could pretend to be wealthy new tourists, looking for a house by the beach.” Given the Mercer family’s exclusivity, he doubted they’d recognize either of their faces anyway, even if Georgia had been inside.

[inigotrash-blog]

“In fact, yes!” He tapped the screen enthusiastically. “Just one. But what kind of dog does this?” 

[johnathanhathaway-blog]

John leaned in close, watching the dog through a loop. “I want it,” he declared. “I want them all.”

[rowanfitzgcrald]

“A merman and a psychic.” Kaia deadpanned, “my, I’ve hit the jackpot with you.” Her tongue darted out, wetting berry tinted lips as she shook her head, “I think I’ll take the brink of insanity and the regret of a lifetime over a deluxe tour.” Kaia held up a hand in front of the boy’s face, a dramatic move to match the small step she took backwards, “– and don’t you dare tell me your name. Let me suffer.” A small laugh that couldn’t be contained scuttled out of her lips but was muted as quickly as it had come. Her arms remained folded across her chest, “I’ll save the deluxe Costa del Sol tour for a proper tour guide. You give me the feeling I’m about to be scammed.”

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“What can I say? I’m a man of many talents,” John shrugged, a far less than humble smile curling onto his lips. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this a little. When she took a step back, he took one forward. “Well now you’ll never know. The only thing worst than making the best worst decision of your life is not making any at all,” John remarked. “You’re going to be sitting with that tour guide some day soon, thinking about the one you missed. And you’ll see the beach, maybe even a glimpse of the third one if you’re lucky, but you’ll never know everything in between and that’s going to be your greatest downfall.” 

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“I’m fine. Just a trip. I didn’t really fall.” She said grabbing his hand anyway but quickly pulled away when she realized it wasn’t that big of deal. “Hm… Have a feeling that isn’t quite true but I’ll take it.” Hailey smirked, looking at the shell he dusted off. “If it counteracts the bad it shouldn’t have tripped me.”

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“Does this look like the face of a liar to you,” he asked, attempting his most sincere face, though John could never keep it going for long. “Well, you tripped all the bad out of it. Now all’s left is the good. You should keep it with you. Something good might happen.”

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Hailey walked toward the beach, an iced coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. Before she stepped to the sand, she tripped over a rock but caught her footing. Giggling at herself, she ran her fingers through her hair and looked around to see if anyone saw. “Oh my god. I do this way too often.” At least she could laugh, though.

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“You alright?” John asked, his hand stretched forward instinctively, but he relaxed as she did. “You know, some say tripping over a seashell is good luck,” he fibbed, bending down and picking up the object she tripped over, dusting off the sand. “Something about counteracting the bad.”

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“I have no doubt about that. For the sake of your ego and everyone else’s. I’ll just call you John.” She smiled and extended her hand towards him. “Nice to meet you.”

[johnathanhathaway-blog]

“Likewise,” John said, shaking her hand. “You want a beer? We finally got the shitty keg working.”

[rowanfitzgcrald]

“Must be lonely up here with all your friends living under the sea. Maybe you should go pay them a sweet little visit. If your lungs beg you to come up for air, don’t listen, I reckon that means you’re almost there.” She bantered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Her lips pursed as her eyebrows knotted, “–this way?” Hostility coated her tone, her feet remaining planted as green orbs eyed his outstretched arm, “and what if I don’t want the deluxe tour? Much less one given by you.”

[johnathanhathaway-blog]

“I know, it’s a tragedy, really. I’m a proper fish out of the sea,” he answered. “But you know what they say, we’ll all find our way back one way or another,” John said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “But you do want the deluxe tour. It’s going to drive you mad if you miss out on it. You’re going to be sitting at home later, thinking, god I wonder what would have happened if I followed that insanely attractive tour guide today, but you’ll never know because you’ve already made the worst mistake of your life.” 

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“Ah, now you’re talking.” Nodding, Serge followed him closer to the shoreline. Toes sunk deeper into the sand, arching a brow as he looked out to the water. Quickly, he pulled his shirt over his head and motioned towards the other man, “Lead the way.” 

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Discarding his shirt, shoes and phone on the beach, John headed straight for the water. He might not have resided in Costa del Sol his entire life. Hell, he barely made the ‘local’ mark with only a year tucked under his belt, but he had never been shy either, not in exploring, nor in venturing to places he shouldn’t be. It would be his downfall, he knew, but he had never been good at fighting his urges. So instead, the lead the two of them through the water, past the line that marked the area as a danger zone: a place where the lifeguard could not see, a place where the rocks were too sharp and the tides were too strong. “I can see it,” he said despite it all, gesturing his chin outward as he gasped for breath.

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“Because I’m the only one that ever eats anything,” he shot back, taking a bite from the burger before he followed it up with a small handful of fries. His eyes were on the food at hand, starving from the night’s before drinking, but he knew that it was only a quiet moment before the rest of the day would be fighting him for his own piece of sanity. “Funny, most people try to be a good person more than once in their lifetime and you decided to use it to help me out. I’m touched. Truly.”

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“Exactly. You get it. You know, when you put it like that, you should be buying me McDonald’s.” 

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Anton frowned. He was hoping that the polka dots were fun and added personality to his little outfit. He looked over the the dressing room as the guy asked if he had a phone on him. He walked it, ruffled through his jacket and pulled out his phone. He unlocked it as he walked and held it out to the man. “You’re free to give yourself a call to see if it’s in there,” he offered.

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“Thanks,” John said, dialing his number without so much as a second glance. “It’s ringing. You hear it?” he asked, slipping out from the fitting room. John practically ran forward when he thought he recognized his dial, finding it inside a coat pocket, much to his relief. “Oh shit,” he muttered, realizing he’d practically ran off with the other man’s phone. “Dude, I’m so sorry,” he said as he returned to the fitting room.

[rowanfitzgcrald]

Kaia paused, turning back to face him, feet digging into the sand, “and who is your friend, may I ask? Poseidon? Milo? Princess Kida?” She questioned, eyebrow raising just a fraction.

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“Well damn it. You know all of my friends. Maybe I should be the one asking you instead,” he joked, shaking his head. “I was going to suggest a cabbie, but you know what, you deserve better. I can see that. I’m going to give you the deluxe tour. This way,” he gestured.

[dill-scharfman-blog]

Weren’t bowties supposed to be in fashion? Anton folded his brow, feeling a little confused. He never understood how trends could just move along so quickly. It must be horrible trying to be one of those people who kept up with the latest fashion and would toss everything that didn’t fit the mold anymore only a few months after getting the clothing. 

Anton tilted his head. “Phone?” he repeated back and looked towards his dressing room. “Not sure if it is there, but you’re welcome to go in it to see if it’s under my clothes.”

[johnathanhathaway-blog]

“Not one with pokadots,” he said, peaking back at the male, though his attention still laid on his missing phone. “Stick with black,” he went on as he took the other male’s offer of ducking into the fitting room, shifting clothes aside in search for his phone. John cursed when his luck came up short. “You got a phone on you?”

[bluebirdharley-deactivated20171]

Hearing the guy who came up to her she glanced back noticing how long the line had gotten. Turning to the guy she then gave him a soft smile. “No problem. You don’t have to worry about paying either.” She added. 

[johnathanhathaway-blog]

John shrugged. “I said I would,” he stated, his eyes on the board ahead. “What do you want?”

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“Mercer’s?” Serge perked with amusement, an eyebrow raised at the other man, “Ambitious.. I’m all in if you are.”

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“Why should they get all the fun, right?” John shrugged, already moving forward. “We’ll take a short cut,” he said, gesturing towards the water. The Mercer’s might control the land, but they couldn’t control the water.

[inigotrash-blog]

“The stupid things on the internet always amaze me. There is this one I saw yesterday–Ah, let me try to find it for you. It should, like for me, make your day. I promise you.” 

[johnathanhathaway-blog]

“Does this one have dogs in it too?” John asked, hovering behind the boys shoulder. 

[mandacjs]

          They were a couple of drinks in, nothing too drastic but enough to get them laughing even when jokes weren’t funny. Chey licked her lips in contemplation then narrowed her eyes. She was getting an idea. Shit. “Listen, listen. I have the best idea in the world. Feel free to say no, but I won’t take no as an answer, so… I say we go sit by the beach and make a fire. C’mon. It’s a perfect night for it.”

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“On one condition,” John said, allowing a perfectly reasonable dramatic pause. “We have to get marshmallows first.”