It Was Just A Bet

SEVEN: The House Made Of Marble

🪐The Boneyard, Tuesday afternoon... 🪐

"John B!" Sicily yelled as he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over his shoulder. Spinning and whipping her around as she pounded her fists on his bare back. The brunette held her upside down as he danced through the water, each wave getting dangerously close to her head.

"Careful John B, don't kill her." Kiara warned from where she sat on her beach towel, pulling snacks out of her bag to feed the needy blonde at her side.

"Or get her hair wet." JJ taunted, he was still unsure about the Kook who occupied so much of his best friend's time, but in all honesty it was his fault. He challenged the competitive brunet to the bet he knew he could not resist.

"I'm gonna drop you." John B laughed, loosening his grip on her legs so she would slide closer to face of the ocean before grabbing back on to her firmly.

"Don't drop me!" Sicily begged, feeling John B wade farther out into the sea and looking down at the waves as they inched closer.

"I'll do it." He threatened with a grin, flickering his eyes over to watch Pope cut back into a few nice waves.

"I'll kill you John Booker, I swear to God." Sicily threatened right back.

"Hmm, really? Who's holding who above the water?" The brunet giggled, wading farther out into the water. "I could drown you right now and after watching all your true crime shows no one would ever find your body."

"Put me down!" Sicily shouted, inhaling the salty sea mist as it rolled off the waves. "Or I'll go all Criminal Minds on your ass!"

"Okay..." John B shrugged, letting go of her tan legs and listening to her shriek as she plummeted face first into the ocean. "Oops." He smiled innocently, watching the water and waiting for her to bob back up to the surface. When she didn't, he looked around nervously.

"Good job JB, you killed the richest girl on the entire island!" JJ applauded, now sharing Kie's beach towel as they pulled apart a bushel of grapes. "Her parents will have you Guillotined."

"Hope you have insurance, but as a seventeen year old orphan, survey points to no." Kiara giggled, tagging on to JJ's jibing.

"Sicily?" John B called, wading around the general area where he had dropped her. "Sicily!" He looked deeply into the blue-green water, combing through it with his fingers until he felt a sharp grasp on his ankle. Grabbing the bottom of his leg and yanking it out from under him, causing him to slide down under the unforgiving waves. "Oh shit!" He gasped as he went under the surface.

The brunette popped up from beneath the blue water, her hair soaked and straight, plastered to her skin as she laughed. Pointing and giggling at the boy who stood up from the waves, his chocolate curls now sopping wet. Dripping water off his eyelashes and down his cheeks.

"You're not funny." He mumbled between coughing up salty water that had made its way down his nose and mouth in the unexpected dunk.

"Oh, but I am funny." Sicily countered, wringing her hair out and shaking it around.

"No you're not." John B insisted, scooping her up bridal style and carrying her back to shore. Dropping her gently on the soft sand, laughing at her grimacing features when the sand stuck to the bottoms of her feet.

"You want a grape Sis?" Kie asked, pulling a grape from the cluster of them JJ was holding.

"Uhh yes, toss it up." Sicily instructed, bending her knees slightly and catching the grape midair in her mouth. Both the brunette and Kiara cheering with their hands up when she inevitably caught it.