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"I couldn't care less if it was a triple overhead, John B," I grunt, throwing a towel at the two soaking wet boys standing in my kitchen. "You could have hurt yourselves, you dick!"

We received the notice for the hurricane approaching this morning, but I don't think anyone in town took it seriously. None of us thought it'd be this bad... I mean, we always get storms, but nothing like this.

I was sitting at home, enjoying a season of Stranger Things when the two showed up on my doorstep, absolutely drenched with their boards in hand. The went out to surf in the storm like idiots... and now i'm stuck with them.

"Hurricane Agatha is currently on its way over the North Side of the island with dangerous winds mending. Island rescue have requested that everyone stays home until a break comes through" The news reporter from the TV announces, proving my point even more. I point at the screen and give the boys an 'I told you so' expression.

"Yeah, valid point," the boy rolls his eyes, running the towel over his head. "But we're alive, right Pope?" he asks the shivering boy next to him.

"You went in," he defends himself. "Not me."

"And now you're dripping water everywhere in my kitchen like fuckasses." I deadpan, sighing as I walk towards the linen closet to get out a mop. "I'm just glad you ended up here and didn't go back home. The weather is horrible."

The front door of the shack bursts open with a bang, making the three of us jump. JJ and Kiara walk in, hair and clothes soaked, bags of snacks and junk food in their hands.

"Hey!" the head of blonde hair grins at her group of us. "We brought snacks!"

"Movie night!" Kie adds, standing next to the boy. Her eyes dart to Pope and John B. "Why are y'all naked in Lav's kitchen?" she raises an eyebrow, making me chuckle as the mop soaks up the salt water.

"We're not naked!" John B groans, wrapping the towel around his neck.

"You guys went out in the storm?" JJ's jaw drops. "Where was my invite?" he pouts, making me death stare him.

"You were too busy to answer your phone." Pope shrugs, clenching onto his towel. "We didn't wanna miss out."

"You missed out anyway, you didn't even go in." John B states, making Pope roll his eyes.

"They weren't surfable waves, bro!" he replies defensively.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." John B taunts, waving him off.

"You two go shower, there's spare clothes of yours in the cupboard in my room. Go get warm before Heyward hangs me for making you sick." I order, pointing towards the bathroom. "We'll get the food ready."

"Hey... guys." Dad says slowly as he comes up from the shop downstairs, eyebrows raising as he takes in the group of us. "Why are we dripping water everywhere in my kitchen?"

"Ask him!" John B yells and points at Pope before taking off in a sprint towards my bathroom, the door shutting behind him with a loud bang. Pope sighs behind him, making his way to the guest bathroom. He shuts the door a lot quieter, followed by a 'Fuck you, JB!'.

Dad purses his lips with his hands on his hips. "Right..."

"Wanna join us for movie night, Steve?" JJ changes the subject, pointing at the snacks in his hands with a kind smile.

The love that JJ had for my father always made my heart melt. The two were extremely close— dad loved him like his own. He always says he never has a favourite out of the group, but deep down I know it's him. They almost do everything together whenever they're near, it's the most wholesome thing ever.

"Y'know what, yeah!" Dad grins, leaning against the kitchen counter. "That would be nice actually."

"Sick!" JJ exclaims, placing the snacks on the kitchen counter. Kie does the same, making her way to the cupboard to get out a bowl for the chips.

"You're on s'mores duty, nerd," JJ pokes his tongue out at me, throwing a bag of marshmallows in my direction.

"I'm always on s'mores duty." I frown, catching the bag.

"Yeah, 'cus you're good at it." he defends, sending me a toothy grin.

"Charming her to do it because you're too lazy to use the oven isn't gonna work, JJ." Kiara rolls her eyes, ripping open a bag of Lays.

JJ responds by mimicking her, talking in a high-pitched voice and throwing his head around. He ends it by rolling his eyes and putting some Sodas in the fridge, turning around to Kie and flipping her off.
She glares at the boy. "Real mature, JJ."

"No fighting in my kitchen." Dad announces from the couch, pointing a finger at the two.

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"Can't sleep?" the boy above me asks, voice just above a whisper as he fiddles with the ends of my hair.

I readjust my position on the couch, moving my head up from his lap to look at him. The moonlight shines from the window above us into the lounge room, the raindrops from the storm outside leaving an illusion of streaks through the glass. His messy blonde hair is ruffled in all directions, a dumb smile plastered on his face as I look up to him.

"Am I keeping you up?" I ask, moving to sit up. I suddenly start to feel bad — my tossing and turning has kept the poor kid up. "I'm sorry!" I whisper.

"No, no," he defends, grabbing my arm. "Come back." he says gently, tugging me back into the position I was in. "You're not, I can't sleep either."

I let out a sigh and get comfortable in his lap again, glancing beside me to see John B, Pope and Kie passed out on the other couches. Dad went to his room a while back and the five of us decided to sleep out here like old times. The movie night was good, we watched about 3 movies until none of us could keep our eyes open or possibly eat more food.

"You ever get a weird feeling about things?" I ask the boy, watching the window as the rain begins to get heavier again. "I have this weird gut feeling."

He furrows his eyebrows, his hands going back to the ends of my hair. "About what?" he soothes.

"No idea," I purse my lips. "Just feels like things are going to be different this summer."

"Things are always gonna be different and change, Lav," he shrugs. "Nothin' is ever gonna be the same, and that's something that you can't control."

"I know," I mutter, snuggling further into his lap as I let out a yawn. "I just don't think i'm ready for that, y'know?"

"I know," he whispers, twirling my hair around his fingers as my eyes get heavier. "Try to get some sleep. Don't worry that pretty little head of yours, yeah?" he grins.

I let out a soft chuckle. "Shut up, JJ."

The boy lets out a soft laugh as well, and soon I'm fast sleep in his lap, laying in his warmth.

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