𝒊. why pope doesn't drive ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❛ daphne monroe 𝒙 kiara carrera ❜
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❝ i kissed a girl and i liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick. ❞ - i kissed a girl,, katy perry
(season 1 episode 1)
word count; 5,300+
WE'RE THE POGUES, AND our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.
The world is falling.
Wavy raven hair is draping down in front of Daphne Monroe's eyes, which squint, making it seem like she's confused by the ground. With her one hand is enclosed around a somewhat steady railing. In the other hand, she holds a beer can. A certain blond friend of hers sits to her right, though instead of dangling his body over the edge of three-story height, he sits safely behind the railing. It's odd, usually he's not so reasonable. More often than not, you would find that the two would be in opposite positions. However, considering Daphne's had a little bit more to drink than him, it makes more sense this way.
Without realizing it, Daphne begins to sway as birds squawk at each other from way above them. The sun that's hanging low in the sky is setting a glow on them, and it warms Daphne. She lets her eyes slip shut, soaking up the good weather, happy memories and all before school begins in two months. It's not that she's necessarily bad at school. She gets good grades. But, with school comes drama. Summer is the equivalent of peace. For Daphne, it's always been that way. A warm breeze passes over her, and she smiles.
"That's, what, a three-story fall to the deck?"
At the sound of her best friend's voice, Daphne's head snaps back at. She finds Pope, squinting up at John B with a screwdriver in his hand. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival," he estimates, deadpan.
Daphne shifts her gaze to John B, and she sees he's dangling off the roof, higher than her. She tilts her head at her step brother, lips pursing. "I don't know. I'd say more one-in-four," she quips, bringing her beer up to take another sip. "For me it's probably about one-in-five."
"Wow," Pope comments, turning his blank expression to her. "You're hilarious."
"Hm," John B hums, licking his finger and holding it up to test the wind. "Should I do it?"
