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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒, accordingly paradise on earth. a small island with very little people on it. meaning everyone knows everyone. split into figure eight and the cut. also known as the richer upper class side and the less fortunate side. pouges and kooks.
the kooks have everything simply handed to them were as the pouges had to work for everything to survive and make a living. two rivalries between two groups of teenagers came amongst these two sides of the islands. the main 5 teenagers also known as the pouges: john b, jj, kennedy, kiara and pope. and this is how their story begins.
"j" kennedy draws the attention from the blonde boy, her head resting on his lap.
"yes sunshine?" he replies tearing his eyes down to connect eye contact with her.
"could you pretty please with a cherry on top pass me another beer" kennedy begs the boy, pouting her bottom lip out. she knew he couldn't resist whenever she would put on her best pouty face.
"ken-" the blonde began but was quickly shut down by her older brother calling out from the top of the roof.
"no you cannot have another one" john b firmly warns the girl pointing his index finger in her direction.
"last i checked i don't recall asking you for a beer i asked jj" kennedy shoots back at her brother raising from jj's lap.
"jj you better say no to her she doesn't need anymore to drink" john b warns the boy, death staring the blonde boy down.
"sorry sunshine i cant" jj apologies, raking his finger throughout her blonde strands as she replaced her head in its original spot.
"john b you asshole, and jj you weak asshole" kennedy grumbles crossing her arms glaring at her brother. john b stuck his tongue out at her playfully as she raised her two muddle fingers.
"that's what, a three-story fall to the deck? i give you about a one-in-three chance of survival" pope breaks the silence staring up at the boy.
"hm" john b lets a satisfied hum out, placing his pointer finger into his mouth and into the direction of the wind a layer of saliva glistening. "should i do it?"
"please" kennedy playfully begs john b still attempting to snatch jj's beer out of his hand for a sip.
"yeah, you should jump. i'll shoot you on the way down" pope eggs the boy on raising a nail gun into the direction of john b.
"you'll shot me?" john be asks pointing finger guns at the boy below.
"yep" pope replies pretending that he shot john b with the nail gun. john b imitates pope movements also making his finger guns look like he shot him.
