Y/N x JJ Maybank (OBX)

Chapter 1

Edited 8/8/23

Changed some things and fixed spelling mistakes
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"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" A voice sounded. John B stood on the roof of a building that was still in construction. He held a beer can in his hand while ghosting his right foot out over the edge of the peak.

"I give you about a one in three chance of survival." Pope informed him, he watched John B worriedly from below, he knew he could take care of himself but it didn't make him feel any better about him playing with his life.

"Hm." John B hummed questioningly, licking his finger and sticking it in the air like a sailor on a ship. "Should I do it?" He asked non-genuinely.

"Yeah, jump." JJ pretty much dared him, the owner of that voice sat with me on the balcony just below John B. He had his own beer in his hand, smirking up at the brown haired boy with a bandana around his neck.

"I'll shoot you on the way down." Pope, the kid from before, teases him, holding up a drill he found lying around.

"You're gonna shoot me?" John B retorted. Making a finger gun and pretending to shoot Pope with it, "Pew."

"They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kiara scoffed, walking out of the house behind us and standing on the balcony with her fists on her hips.

"Of course they are. Why wouldn't they?" I snorted, leaning my back up against JJ's shoulder and snacking on a bag of chips. "People with a lot of money have nice things like that."

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess." Kiara says.

"I can't have cold towels." John B pitched in.

"Can you please not kill yourself?" She speaks up to the boy on the roof. She put a flat hand above her eyebrows to block the sun from her eyes.

"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." JJ strictly tells him, sipping his own and putting it down next to him.

Coincidentally, just as his best friend said this John B lost his balance and caught himself again but oh so very sadly ended up dropping his beer. He muttered an "Oh shit." and glanced down at the blonde.

JJ threw his hands up, raising his eyebrows in mild disbelief. "Of course you did. Like right when I told you not to." He hooked his hands behind his head, squeezing his eyes shut in annoyance from the trouble he went through to get the crate of alcohol.

"Smooth." Pope commented.

"That was so great for you John B. I'm proud you decided to quit drinking." I feigned. My cousin groaned in irritation at the loss of his drink.

"Dumbass." Kiara spoke under her breath.

"Hey!" A shout echoed through the bottom of the house where there were missing walls.

"Hey, uh, security's here." Pope oh so graciously informed the rest of his group. "Let's wrap it up." He says with a slight hint of nervousness.

"Boys are early today." John B grinned, climbing down from the roof.

"Humpty Dumpty's on his way, let's roll." JJ picked up his beer and stood up, "You too m'lady." He smiled down at me, I sighed and reached out my hand, to which he grabbed and hauled me off the ground. "Gary, is that you?" JJ yelled down at the guard, his smile only got wider as the man replied.

"You know it's me!" He shouted at him angrily. "Get down here!"

"Gary, good to see you, man!"

We all shouted at him while climbing down.