STREET RAT, jj [ON HIATUS]

catch us while we're hot .

3] CATCH US WHILE WE'RE HOT

A WEEK IN, AND SYNLEY KNEW NOTHING WAS GOING TO RUIN THIS SUMMER. She just had a good feeling about this year. Just her, her friends, and freedom.

"That's what? A three story fall to the deck?" Pope looked up at John B, who was tempting to balance on the roof of a new development, one leg wobbled out in front of him, and beer in hand. There wasn't much to do in the Outer Banks. Especially without money and a Kook status.

So what else would Synley do rather than trespass on property with her friends? Probably trespass somewhere else.

"You know, Johnny Boy, if you fall, Pope isn't gonna catch you." Synley kicked her legs back and forth from her sitting stature beside JJ, hanging onto the metal bars of what they were currently sitting on while doing so. "I mean have you seen those noodle arms?"

Pope glared up at the blond, flipping her off. JJ laughed, nudging her in her shoulder as he did so. Synley stuck her tongue out towards the dark skinned boy with a playful smile.

"I'm not catching shit." he agreed before looking back at John B, "I give you 'bout a one in three chance of survival."

"Hmm," John B sucked on his finger before placing it up in the air, testing the wind. "Should I do it?" he looked to Synley and JJ, and while the blue eyed boy stayed quiet, synley shrugged. "If it's what your heart desires." she feigned a british accent.

"Yea, you should jump. I'll shoot you on the way down." Pope egged him on, pointing a drill in the direction of the freckled idiot on the roof, pretending to shoot the boy.

"You're gonna shoot me?" John B countered and Synley watched, amused, as the two boys had a finger-gun war.

Kie interrupted the little play the two boys were performing, an annoyed look on her face as she looked around the nearly finished Kook development, "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers."

JJ rolled his eyes, standing up, "Of course they are. Why wouldn't they?"

Kie went on to say that they were ruining a perfectly good turtle habitat, which saddened Synley, sure, but it was Kooks. What else can you expect?

"Don't spill that beer!" JJ warned John B, "I'm not giving you another one."

Synley climbed down from her post, dropping down beside Kiara.

"You look so pretty," Synley pouted her rose colored lips, faking a baby-like voice, tugging at Kie's raven curls. She swatted Synley's hands away, sticking her tongue out at her. Synley returned the favor.

And despite what JJ said, John B turned a little too fast and dropped the beer. The can busted open against the deck, spraying all over Synley's shoes.