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❛ 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 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 ❛ bends like bend over and... ❜
STELLA AND JOHN B should have learned a long time ago not to trust JJ's plans. They always had idiotic written all over them, and yet, here they were, standing in the HMS with oxygen tanks, stolen from the Cameron's boat.
"This is empty. You took empty tanks?" questioned Kiara, gazing at the oxygen levels of each other the tanks. She reached down, picking up another one. "Okay, this one's a quarter full. It's enough for one of us."
"Love it when a plan comes together," said Pope.
"Does anybody know how to dive?"
Stella poked her lips out as she gazed at her friends. JJ shrugged as Stella's eyes locked on his. "It's kind of a Kook sport..."
"I..." stammered Pope, "...read about it."
"Great, Pope read about it, so somebody's gonna die."
"Look, y-you put the thing in you mouth and you breathe. How hard could it be?" JJ questioned.
"If you come up to fast, nitrogen gets into your blood and you get the bends."
"Bends like bend over and..." JJ slanted forward, pressing his cheek to the railing.
"The bends kill you," Pope deadpanned.
Slowly, JJ stood back up. "Right."
Stella let out a huff. "Look, I can dive," her and John B said in unison.
John B quickly turned toward the girl. "Absolutely not. No way. Stella, you are not diving."
JJ nodded pointing at John B. "I'm with John B on this one. No way."
"I'll dive," John B said.
JJ nodded. "Yeah, you can dive. I'm cool with that." Stella groaned as she threw her hands up in dramatics, turning toward him. "You're not diving, Stellie."
Stella rolled her eyes. "Since when can you dive, JB?"
John B shrugged, "I'll do it, it's fine."
The girl shook her head in annoyance as she stood up. "Let me do some calculations, real quick," Pope said, reaching for a piece of paper.
"You serious?" Kie asked as she stood up, too.
"Okay, that boat's about thirty feet down, alright? So it'll take 25 minutes at that depth. Which means you need to make your safety stop at about... ten feet. Alright? For two minutes."
Stella nodded as she listened to the boy's words, before peeling off her shirt and jumping into the water. The boys, and Kie, turned toward her with a surprised expression. "Uh... what was that all about?" Kie asked.
