𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗, ˢᵃʳᵃʰ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵒⁿ

vi. accidents happen

EMMA HAD LAID down a towel that she stretched herself out on, sunglasses covered her eyes. She examined the beautifully crafted blunt between her fingers, not everyone had the skill to perfect something so delicate. A smile of satisfaction adorned her face before she lit the blunt and got it going. She at least had another day or two before the threats of foster care were thrown in her face again so she was going to try and make the most of it while she could. Emma handed the blunt off to Kie. She grabbed her backpack, pulling out something stronger than the beer Kie had brought. Cracking open the bottle of vodka caught JJ's attention, he smiled.

"That's what I'm talking about." He sat next to the blonde girl as she took a shot, grabbing the blunt from Kie. He took a hit, snatched the bottle quickly, took a shot then took another hit.

"Hey, that's mine." Emma complained, taking both items from JJ. She took a hit, blowing the smoke in JJ's face with a grin. He rolled his eyes and she began drinking straight from the bottle, chugging some before pulling it away from her lips while her face scrunched at the strength of the alcohol. "God damn. Those Kooks can get their hands on some good shit." She shoved the bottle into JJ's chest.

JJ passed it to John B, getting up and popping open a fresh bottle of beer. "Let me show y'all a party trick." He moved to the front of the boat. "Hey Pope, can you go a little faster please?"

Pope sighed. "We've tried this six-thousand times." He told JJ.

JJ shook his head. "I got this. It's gonna work." He spoke confidently, extending his arm out in front of him as the boat sped up, he tipped the bottle back, attempting to catch in his mouth. Instead, it sprayed all over his face it also landed on Pope and Kie who were closest behind him.

Kie stood up. "JJ, my hair!" She shouted, Emma laughed as pope held his hand up to shield himself.

"Alright, aright!" Pope called.

John B rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Alright, you're done."

"Alright, stop!" Pope demanded before the boat came to a sudden stop, sending the teens flying forward, JJ being thrown in the water. Emma rolled to the floor of the boat, hitting her side on the cooler that had been shifted around.

"Ah, shit!" She grabbed the left side of her ribcage where the pain was forming.

"Jesus Pope!" Kie yelled.

John B groaned on floor beside his sister. "Kie, you okay?"

"I'm good."

Emma sat up, noticing JJ's absence, she shot to her feet. "Where the hell is that idiot?" She saw him surface on his back, grunting in pain.

"I think my heels touched the back of my head. Pope what did you do?" JJ began swimming back.

Emma rolled her eyes and sat back down, glancing at her ribs, the area was red, broken blood vessels underneath the skin already visible. She looked at the cooler, kicking it toward the wall of the boat. Pope stood at the edge of the front, looking into the water. "Sand bar, channel changed."

John B groaned. "Ugh. That's gonna mess this whole place up."

"Hey." JJ called, raising his bottle. "I saved the beer though."

"Congrats, JJ." John B shook his head.

"J, that beer was gone before you even hit the water." Emma told the boy as he was treading in the water, she took a shot out of her vodka bottle to try an ease the pain.

"Hey guys." Pope called, still looking out at the water. "I think there's a boat down there."

"What?"