Our Last Summer

Chapter 3: towel warmers

'If you fall, you have a twelve and a half percent chance of living' Pope said, his voice bringing me back from, a very peacefull might i add, nap.

I sit up in the lawn chair and take a sip from my beer, now luke warm from all the time it has spent in the scorching sun we all know and love here.

'Do it.' I say only half-joking 'We might get a pay out of it if we report the body'. That's payback for disrupting my naptime.

'Jump.' JJ adds. 'I'll shoot you on the way down' pointing his drill at John B.

We were still at the kook's place and John B had now had the brilliant idea to climb the side of the house to get to the roof. And ofcourse that's the moment where Kie, the only reason half of us are alive, decides to come out.

'Oh my God. They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers. Towel warmers. Ridiculous.' Kie says. That's when she notices most of our attention is going towards the roof. Looking up she sighs 'Can you please not kill yourself?'

'Don't spill the beer bro, i'm not getting you another.' JJ says
When the brunette boy on the roof pretends to stumble and spill, i can hear him whispering 'Christ, why do i even try?'

Unfortunately ladies and gentlemen, our time on the veranda is ending' Pope says whilst pointing his drill, where are they getting those?, at a golf cart pulling up on the porch.

'Looks like the boys are early tonight'
'Such a shame'
'Party poopers'
'You've got this guys'

And many other things are yelled over the shoulder when we make our way through the house to where the Twinkie is parked in the dunes a little farther. We get chased through the entire house and i stop fir a second to admire a gorgeous poster on one of the kitchen walls.

When i start running again i laugh out of pure joy. It might seem as a bad life to some, but to me, it's freedom. Just pure freedome.

We finally reach the dunes where the Twinkie is parked we start laughing like maniacs, purely fueled by a sense of happiness we often feel when the lot of us are together.

Jj jumps in and when i do aswell i land on top of him, his fault, he should've rolled away. Pope takes the passengers seat and kie hops in through the other door. As i sit up i can hear the boys hollering out to the cops.

'Look at this guy- gunning for a race' Pope says, taunting the security guard still chasing us.

'This sort of initiative is just begging to be punished. Slow down.' As John B slows the Twinkie down and Kiara scolds both boys for being disrespectfull, JJ tosses his half-empty beer can at the guard's face.

I stiffle my laughter when the remaining content spills over the poor guard's uniform but JJ doesn't have the same manners i have. He laughs so much i can barely make out what he wants to say, considering it comes out in between laughs.

The van speeds off and i can only hear the screeching of tires , the distinct chatter of voices and the Bob Marley tune, humming on the radio. Probably one of Kie's tapes, yes tapes.

Unfortunately for us, the Twinkie is and old car and can't even play cd's.
So we rely on Kie to supply us with music and it just so happens she really enjoys Bob Marley. Like a lot.

I hum along with the by now familiar song, it's been the same two tapes for the past four months. When i'm about to ask for a blunt, as if he has telepatic abilities, JJ hands me one and his lighter.

As i smoke the weed filled blunt, i look out the window and watch the passing landscapes warp into one another. I doze off again after a while, the weed taking effect and lulling me into a light slumber.

A/N
So a shorter one i guess, i apoligize profusely for the months i dissapeared of the surface of the earth (let's be honest i'll probably do it again) and as a formal apology i offer you this piece of shit.
Have fun and don't forget to drink water.

Sincerely,
Me