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i stood next to my best friend, jj, as my idiotic twin brother stood on the roof. we sat on the edge of the unfinished porch, at the construction site where a new house was in the midst of being built.

"that's a-what? three story fall to the deck? i give you about a one-in-three chance of survival." pope says, looking up to my brother.

"i give him no chance of survival. hey, come down, would you?" i ask, shaking my head. i sat on the ledge next to jj, who wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"should i do it?" my brother asks.

"yeah, you should do it." pope inquires, making me shake my head in disappointment. "i'll shoot you on the way down." he picks up a drill, pointing it at my twin.

"you'll shoot me?" john b smirks, playing around.

"they're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." my best friend, kie, says as she walks outside.

"of course. why wouldn't they?" jj says, rolling his eyes. he removes his arm from my shoulder, resting it on my waist. his head leans on my shoulder, instead. i rest my head on top of his.

i was very close with jj maybank, he was my best friend besides my twin brother. kiara and pope were a close second, though.

"this used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, i guess?" she rolls her eyes.

"they don't care, obviously. they built this shit show on top of the habitat." i say, shaking my head. people don't care about the nature, not like kie and i.

"i cant have cold towels." john b sarcastically calls from the roof.

"can you please not kill yourself?" kie asks, looking up to my brother.

i look up to john b, secretly wishing we had twin telepathy, so he can hear me cursing him out. "get down, dumbass. you're gonna spill that beer." i yell up to him.

"don't you dare spill that beer." jj says from besides me, taking a sip from his can. "i'm not giving you another one." i grab the can from jj's hand, downing the rest of it. he scoffs, lightly shoving my body in result.

"really, princess?" he rolls his eyes.

"don't call me that." i chuckle, pushing him slightly away.

"you love it." he whispers in my ear. i could feel his smirk. i chuckle, pushing him away from me. "stop!" i giggle out.

john b almost trips from the roof, the can of beer slipping out of the grasp of his fingers. "oh, shit!" john b curses out loud, looking down to his mess.

"of course you did." jj sarcastically says.

"just as we told you not to, dumbass!" i scream at my twin brother, resulting in him groaning loudly.

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