𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, jj maybank

ᴏɴᴇ - ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ

⇝ one - paradise on earth ⇜

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

THE ELDEST ROUTLEDGE LEANED HER HEAD BACK ON THE STEEL OF THE scaffolding she was on, the sun bathing her in golden tones as she took a small sip of the beer in her hand.

"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" Pope Heyward's voice rang out, causing Presley's head to loll to the side as her eyes landed on her brother, who was currently standing on top of the roof with one of his feet hovering in the air. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."

"Hm," John B nodded, wetting one finger before holding it up in the air as if he was determining which way the wind was blowing. "Should I do it?"

"Don't you dare leave me and the Twinkie alone," Presley scolded her brother before taking another sip of her beer.

"Yeah, you should jump," Pope smiled, pointing the power drill at John B that he held in his hand. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You'll shoot me?" John B retorted, playing along with Pope, making a finger gun and aiming it back at him, "Pow!"

Presley smiled at the two, playfully rolling her eyes. "Weirdos."

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kiara Carrera announced, leaving the house that was under construction.

"Of course, why wouldn't they?" JJ Maybank asked sarcastically from beside Presley.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about turtles, I guess?" Kiara commented bitterly, emerging from beneath the scaffolding.

"I can't have cold towels."

Kie glanced around at her friends before her eyes landed on John B, giving him a playful smile, "Can you please not kill yourself?"

"Don't spill that beer," JJ gave John B a look. "I'm not giving you another one."

"Whoa!" John B exclaimed, the aluminum can he had been holding fell to the ground as Presley rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, shit."

"And there goes fifteen cents down the drain," Presley laughed, glancing over at JJ, who groaned in disbelief.

"Of course you did," JJ sighed. "Like, right after I told you not to."

"Smooth."

"Great job, B."

John B ignored Pope and Presley's comments, staring down at the can he dropped, silently mourning his drink.

"Dumbass," Kie muttered as Presley climbed down from the scaffold, throwing her arm around the tanned-skin girl's shoulder.