John B knocks his head back, taking a drink of beer as he stands on the roof of the house with his dirty white converse shoes. He balances on one foot, the other dangling over the edge as he holds his arms out to steady himself.
The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore along with the squawking of seagulls can be heard in the background. I close my eyes for a moment, letting the light breeze blow through my dirty blonde hair. The salty ocean air smells like home.
"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" Pope calls up towards his friend, standing on the deck below. I open my eyes to look down at the boy. "I give you about a one in three chance of survival."
"Hm." John B sticks his finger in his mouth before holding it up in the air, "Should I do it?" He asks jokingly.
"Yeah, do a flip on the way down!" I call out to my twin brother. I'm sat on the edge of the rooftop, a few feet away from him. I let out a light laugh as my legs swing back and forth off the ledge.
JJ sits on the scaffolding between John and I, watching the exchange as he takes another sip of his beer. He adjusts his red baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His arms rest on the metal bar in front of him.
"I'll shoot you on the way down." Pope holds up a drill, squinting as he aims it at John B.
"You'll shoot me?" John asks, pointing a finger gun back at Pope.
"Yep." The boy responds as the two continue to make fake gun noises.
"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kiara scoffs, walking out of the house and onto the deck as she finally joins us.
"Of course they are, why wouldn't they?" JJ asks mockingly.
"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" She walks between the construction equipment that is strewn all over the deck.
"I can't have cold towels." I speak up, joking with Kie. She looks up at me with a mock glare and notices John B who is still balancing on the edge of the roof.
"Can you please not kill yourself?" She asks John B, biting her lip and squinting due to the bright orange glow of the sunlight.
"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." JJ looks over to John B who holds his beer out with his left hand.
"Whoa! Oh shit!" I hear the clanking sound of the can falling from my brother's hands onto the ground, beer spilling onto the deck below.
"Smooth." I laugh at his stupidity as Kie smirks and looks out at the ocean, shaking her head.
"Of course you did! Like right when I told you. A-plus!" JJ throws his hands up as I continue to laugh.
"No!" John B looks down at the spilt beer, a pout on his lips.
"Dumb ass." Kie mumbles with a laugh.
Pope leans over the deck at the sound of a car door slamming. I follow his gaze to see the white ADT security car.
"Hey!" A man steps out of the car, shining a flashlight towards us.
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Devotion | Outer Banks
أدب الهواةde·vo·tion (noun) love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause. ~ They've weathered good times and bad. But for five tight-knit teens, a hunt for millions in lost gold means rough seas ahead. ~ JJ x O.C.
