golden wings melt like blue slushies // JJ Maybank

-Swinging in the backyard, pull up in your fast car-

I say, "You the bestest", lean in for a big kiss

Icarus was once again sitting at the front of the boat, the sun warming her face probably a bit too much. Sadly, it had turned her apple juice warm, which meant she couldn't drink it anymore because juice was supposed to be cold. 

John B and JJ had attempted to hand the motel keys over to the hurricane relief people, but, as teenagers often were about important things, the boys were ignored.

Put his favourite perfume on, go play your video game

She ran her hand through her now dry hair, fingers getting caught in the few little plaits Kiara had done in her hair. Pope and John B were arguing about something, which wasn't unusual, but Icarus couldn't hear them, their voices blocked out by her headphones.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you, everything I do

Involuntarily, her amber eyes flicked over to where JJ was leaning against the side of the boat, looking out across the water. She wasn't sure why, but she wished he was looking at her like that. 

Then her eyes caught onto the building behind him.

Icarus took her headphones out, putting them into her back pocket, but she had already missed half of her friend's scalding comments about the motel they were stopping at. In fairness, it looked like something out of Breaking Bad. 

"Motel or meth lab?"

"You be the judge." Pope muttered, steering them around a floating piece of wood that looked to have been ripped off the building. 

John B walked to the edge of the boat, "Doesn't look like the place a person with a Grady White would stay."

"Looks like a place someone with a Grady White would go to get killed."

Icarus considered the building, standing up and stretching out her leg. Usually, she went to the gym twice a week for physical therapy, something the government or the hospital or whoever, enforced, but Seth, the owner of the gym, would have it closed for a bit so that she could help with the hurricane. "Meth labs have more mould. And a graffiti."

There was a beat of silence. 

"What?" she asked, nose wrinkling. Captain tried to leap off the boat and into the water, but she caught the makeshift collar around his thick neck, that was actually just a piece of rope. "I watch a lot of movies."

"This is your captain speaking, HMS pogue comin' in for landing." JJ said, hopping off the boat and tying it up around a tree stump. 

Icarus resisted the urge to make a joke about her dog when JJ spoke, and she grabbed her warm juice box, following John B off the boat.

"All right, here goes nothing." John B muttered, spinning the little key around his finger. 

Pope touched the sleeve of Icarus's now dry duck jumper. He motioned to where JJ was already picking up a large piece of broken glass off the ground with an excited grin, "don't let him do anything stupid."

"Okay... I'll do it for him." Icarus said, stepping off the boat with the help of Kiara, who turned to John B. 

 "Be careful. I mean it." She said quietly, causing the tanned boy in front of her to blush and look at his bare feet. 

Icarus rolled her eyes.