golden wings melt like blue slushies // JJ Maybank

-Start a War-

✨violence✨ 

"I'm so glad that they're still doing this." Kiara said happily, her arm looped through Icarus's arm as they made their way through the crowds, stepping over little kids and cans of soft drink. "Keep calm, carry on. Back to OBX life."

Back to your beachside villa and pancakes for breakfast. Icarus, on the other hand, would be eating tinned food in a boat that really needed a paint job. Kiara grinned, turning around to look at the boys trudging behind them. "Aren't you glad I made you come?"

"Ecstatic," Pope muttered, looking over his shoulder anxiously.

JJ sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Icarus looked away as he spoke, feeling something twist in her stomach. "My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest."

"Your couch has as many broken springs as there are stars in the sky, Jay," Icarus said, her eyebrows raised. JJ rolled his eyes with a huff as they flopped down on four empty beanbags.

"Yeah, yeah, I was tryna make a point, Iggy."

She grinned back at him and followed Kiara over to the kiosk. After waiting for a few little kids to take their Fanta's and leave, they got to order. "Hey, uh...could I get two Pepsi's please? And a..." She turned to Icarus. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I don't need anything."

"Iggy, I dragged you all out here for some shitty old war film, let me buy you a drink." Kiara shot her down quickly.

"I'll have a solo," Icarus smiled. That was Kiara for you. Icarus waited for the guy behind the counter to get their drinks, leaning against a pillar. Then she spotted Rafe strolling over towards them. His shoulders were tensed but his hands were in his pockets, so either he was trying to look casual, or he was about to shiv her.

"Hey Kie, Iggy."

Icarus frowned. "Don't call me that."

Kiara was tapping her card on the machine in front of her when she whipped around, already glaring. "Hello?"

Rafe looked around and rubbed his lip. Icarus stepped back as he lent in like he was telling the girls a secret. "Tell your boy that we know what he did."

Kiara narrowed her eyes at the boy, and cocked her head, a drink in each hand. She could look menacing when she wanted to. "Sorry, what boy are you talking about?"

He looked uncomfortable. "Uh, he'll know. Bye."

Icarus took her Solo from the guy behind the counter and followed her friend back to their cluster of beanbags. "Rich idiot."

"Douche."

Icarus sat down next to JJ, passing him his Pepsi, and sunk back into her orange beanbag with an exaggerated sigh. Kiara glared at the blank canvas in front of them. "We just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, 'tell your boy we know what he did'.

Pope and JJ exchanged a glance, and started muttering to themselves frantically. Pope leaned over the blond, elbowing him in the crotch. "Where is he?"

"Right over there."

"Great, the whole death squad!"

"Don't stare, bro."

Icarus rolled her eyes at them, "what've you done?"

"Nothing, promise, everything's under control." JJ grinned, his eyes sparkling. The edge in his voice told her that he had in fact done something and actually nothing was under control, but that was his problem.