𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝗲 ✰ 𝗃𝗃 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄 「1」

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- HELPING HANDS -

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     "HURRICANE AGATHA CONTINUES its steady march towards Kildare Island on the Outer Banks of North Carolina..."

     "Looks like we're not going to the beach." Beck huffed as she folded the last bits of clean clothes from her laundry hamper glancing away from the small tv screen atop her dresser as she stacked another shirt into her neat pile.

     She promised her best friend they'd be able to leave the second she was done. Now that there was a hurricane rolling in, it didn't look like they'd be going anywhere.

     "Says who? It's just a little storm." Natalie stared at the ceiling above her from her spot sprawled out across Beck's bed.

     After nudging Natalie's leg out of the way of her pile of shorts for the hundredth time, Beck finally replied. "Natalie, it's a freaking hurricane. They even named it and shit. Doesn't that make it serious?"

     "When was the last time the island had a hurricane warning and it was actually serious?" Natalie suggested, sitting up and adjusting the strap of her bikini top. "Come on, Beck, use your head."

     "No, no." Beck was quick to intervene, shaking her finger at the girl. "I'm done with school for the summer, my brain is dead for the next three months."

     "Whatever." She wined, pulling herself to her feet, grabbing the last bits of Beck's clothes and pushing them into her drawer haphazardly.

     Before Beck could complain about the lack of organization, a winey squeal escaping her instead, Natalie shoved a bikini into her hands and crossed her arms over her chest almost daring her to defy her.

     She rolled her eyes and decided not to argue with a force like Natalie Lewis.

     "So you're not even the tiniest bit concerned?" She asked skeptically as she stripped out of her pj's and slipped into her swimsuit, feeling mildly odd that Natalie was staring her down. She was a little concerned she would've pulled her bikini bottoms up for her had she not done it fast enough.

     "Nope. Not at all." She assured, tapping Beck's phone that'd been lying on her dresser to check the time. "Let's get a move on, come on!"

     "Good lord, Nat. I'd rather not rush to race into a fucking named hurricane." Beck defended, packing her beach bag with a towel, sunglasses, her phone and such.

     "Since when are you so cautious?" Natalie questioned through squinted eyes as they walked out of her room and down the steps on their way to Beck's truck.

     "Robbing a general store of a lousy six pack is a lot different than driving to go have a beach day during a hurricane." She stated.

     "Oh, come on. It's not even cloudy...!"

     Famous last words spoken minutes before the clouds turned completely gray and a heavy downpour rained down almost like Natalie had jinxed it.

     They stared out the windshield of her truck, rain coming down so fast even the quickest setting of her windshield wipers didn't make much of a difference.