𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽

1: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎

"We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time."

A boy with hazel brown eyes and curly brown hair stood on top of a roof, leaning on one foot as he took a sip of his beer.

"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" A boy with dark brown eyes said to him, staring up at it the boy from the deck. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."

The boy doesn't reply, instead, placing his index finger in his mouth before pulling it back out, lifting it up in the air.

"Should I do it?" He then asks his friend.

"Yeah, you should jump." The black haired boy replies, holding up a drill, aiming it at him. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You're gonna shoot me?" He questions with raised brows, holding up finger guns at his friend. "Pew!"

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Two girls walk out to them, the h/c haired girl speaking up blankly.

"Of course they are. Why wouldn't they?" A blonde boy, who sat on a wooden panel, responds to her.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" The other girl with dark brown hair complains.

"I can't have cold towels." The blonde states as the e/c eyed girl walks to the brown eyed boy.

The other girl stares up at the curly haired boy. "Can you please not kill yourself?"

"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." The blonde boy warns the curly haired boy, taking a drink from his.

Right on cue, he drops his beer down onto the deck, the two girls rolling their eyes while the blonde claps his hands in amusement after he complained. The curly haired boy groans loudly in sadness, looking down at his spilled beer.

"Security's here. Let's wrap it up." The black haired boy informs.

The five friends all start to get up, soon running through the house being worked on, cheers and laughs leaving their mouths. They were then separated because of the security guards. The black haired boy places his hand on the h/c haired girls lower back, pushing her in front of him.

She hops over a fence, the boy and the blonde soon following. However, the brown eyed boy falls to the ground, groaning as he did so.

"Get up, Pope, fatso's coming." The blonde announces, the two of them helping him up to his feet.

A honk then rang through their ears, a campervan driving up, revealing their two friends inside. Quickly, the three of them hop in, the brunette instantly driving away, the security guard chasing after them.

"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise."

"Come on, Gary!"

"You little pricks!" Gary shouts to the five.

"Guys, you're gonna give him a heart attack."

The blonde boy, however, ignores the brunette girl, leaning out of the van, holding out an empty beer can for Gary to grab, shouting out words of encouragement before tossing the can to the man.