DISCONTINUED / NO LONGER WRITING
❛ and its new, the shape of your
body, its blue the feelin' i got and
it's ooh, whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer.
and it's cool, that's what i tell 'em. no
rules in breakable heaven, but ooh,
whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer...
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 ❛diver down. ❜
THE POGUES GLANCED over the side of the boat, despite them not believing a single word that left Pope's mouth. However, they swallowed their pride as soon as they saw he was right. There, in fact, was a boat at the bottom of the marsh, and it was practically calling their names.
"Holy shit," Stella breathed as she backed up. "Let's go."
John B and Kie followed after Stella's prompt, swiftly stripping down to their swimsuits before the three of them dove into the water JJ was treading.
"You think there's a dead body down there?" asked Pope, following behind them.
"Stop asking questions and get in!" Stella countered, ignoring his question.
Pope obliged, throwing his hat down forcefully before jumping into the water. As soon as he was in, the five teenager sunk below the surface.
Stella kicked her way down to the boat, along with her friends, before she felt her fingers graze upon the boat. The marsh water was dirty, making it difficult for her to see the boat in all of its detail. Despite that, she still continued to search the boat, before her lungs stung and begged for air. Within seconds, she was breaking the water's barrier.
"You guys saw that, right?" JJ asked as he panted.
Stella nodded, unable to form words from her lack of oxygen.
"I did," Kie agreed before the Pogues started laughing at the unbelievable discovery.
JJ started back toward the boat, "That's a Grady-White. A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy." JJ pushed himself up onto the boat, before he turned back and pulled Stella up. "That is a primo rig."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," agreed John B. "That's the boat I saw when I surfed the surge. Maybe it hit the jetty or something."
Stella groaned as she sat on the boat's edge. Of course John B surfed the surge. Why wouldn't he?
Kie turned toward the boy with a worried gaze, "You surfed the surge?"
"That's my boy," JJ laughed, clapping his hand with John B's in a high-five. "Pogue style."
"Wait, wait. Do we know who's boat that is?" asked Pope, gazing out into the water again.
John B shook his head as he opened the hold of the boat. "No," he said, pulling the anchor out, "but we're about to find out."
Stella rolled her eyes. She, truly, was not a fan of his dumb ideas, but after sixteen years of living with him, she learned there was no stopping him.
JJ shook his head, examining the Grady-White. "Dude, it's too deep."
