𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙖 [ Kiara Carrera ]

000

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

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"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival." Pope Heyward called up to his best friend, John Booker Routledge as he balanced on the edge of a roof of a construction building on Figure eight.

"Hm, should I do it?" John B replied, smiling cheekily down at his friends below him. "For sure." Carmen Delgado laughed, using her hand to block the sun from her eyes whilst mindlessly chewing on a sugar-free piece of gum.

"Yeah, jump! I'll shoot you on your way down!" Pope carried on from the girl, amusement clouding his face. "You'll shoot me?" John B asked, hand against his chest in offence.

Carmen blocked out the two boys who continued their bickering, eyes following the sore sight of her best friend, Kiera Carrera walking out onto the scaffolding with them. Her eyes trailed down to Carmen who was lounging on the floor, before looking back up at all of them.

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kiara told the group, not registering that John B was up on the roof yet. "Of course they are, why wouldn't they?" JJ Maybank agreed with the curly-haired girl, taking a sip of his warm beer without as much as a grimace.

"This used to be a turtle habitat but who cares about the turtles I guess..." her voice trailed off as she realised one of her friends wasn't there, looking around the place. "I care about the tortugas (turtles) Kie!" Carmen grinned with her hand raised in the air to capture Kiara's attention.

Kiara smiled at the girl warmly and ruffled her hair slightly before finally noticing John B standing on the roof. "Can you please not kill yourself?" She sarcastically commented, her eyebrows raised towards her idiotic friend.

"He wouldn't be too missed," Carmen muttered, twirling her loose shoelace around her finger. "Wow, thanks Caramel." John B joked back, only receiving an inattentive thumbs up back.

"Don't spill that beer, I'm not giving you another one." JJ interrupted, watching John B balance stupidly on the ledge. Not even a second later, John B stumbled slightly making him have to use both hands to steady himself, causing the beer to tumble down to the deck.

"John B you fucking imbecile!" Caren cried, hurriedly standing up and wiping the wet, sticky beer off of her body whilst groaning. He only smiled apologetically back as everyone put out their own comments.

"Of course you did."

"Smooth!"

"A-plus."