sweet - pope heyward

part 1 || diver down

"that's what, a three story fall to the deck? i give you about 1-3 chance of survival." pope says to john b who is currently standing on the roof.

"hm." john b hums before sticking his pointer finger in his mouth and pulling it out. "should i do it?" he asks.

"yeah, you should jump!" i yell to john b.

"i'll shoot you on the way down." pope says to the boy.

"you'll shoot me?" he asks.

"yep!" pope says while john b imitates a gun sound.

"they're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." kiara stated while walking out of the unfinished house.

"of course they are, why wouldn't they?" jj asks from above.

"this used to be the turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, i guess?" she says.

"i can't have cold towels!" jj states.

"can you please not kill yourself?" kiara asks john b who is still standing on the roof.

"don't spill that beer! i'm not giving you another one." and almost immediately after jj says that he drops the beer.

"of course." i say under my breath while slightly laughing.

"of course you do, like right when i told you." jj says.

"smooth." kiara says while looking away.

we all turned our heads after hearing a vehicle come to a stop by the house. "hey!" i heard a man yell from the ground below us. i jumped off a fence for what looked like a balcony.

"-let's warp it up" pope says while turning around and swirling his finger in the air.

"humpty dumpty, let's roll!" jj says to john b and they both hop up from where they were and head down to where the rest of us are. we all run through the house laughing and yelling a little "whoo!".

"hey, stop! get em, they're coming to way!" gary yelled to the other guy i didn't recognize.

"not much of a hugger man!" jj says to the other guy after swerving him. i ran around the guy and caught up to jj.

"go, pope! go, go, go, go, go, go!" jj yells to pope.

"pope, hurry up!" i yell to him. he jumps off the fence and lands on his stomach. me and jj started laughing while getting over the fence a lot quicker than he did.

"get up, pope, fatso's coming!" jj yelled to pope running past him. i gave him a hand and helped him up. we started sprinting towards the moving twinkie. we hopped in to see the two men trying to run towards us.

"check out gary, gunnin' for a raise." pope says pointing to the guy.

"come on, gary! wait. slow down, slow down." jj commands as he pokes his head out the open door.

"stop guys you're gonna give him a heart attack!" kiara says while having a smile on her face.

"you're so close! you can do it. there you go!" jj yells to gary while throwing a beer can to his hands. "they don't pay you enough bro!"

"jj, stop. stop." kiaras says to him while putting one hand on his chest. meanwhile me and pope are just looking at each other laughing.

"oh come on! that sort of initiative is just begging to be punished." jj says back to her. we all laugh as we start driving a bit faster over a bridge. we eventually got near the bigger houses in outer banks.

all right. this is figure eight, the rich side of outer banks. home of the kooks. guess where we don't live. then we get to the south side or the cut. home if the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. the natural habitat of... the pouges. that's us. pouges, pogies, the throwaway fish. lowest member of the food chain. okay. so the downside of pouge life, we're ignored and neglected. the upside of pouge life? we're ignored and neglected. which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.