tyler's pov
the sound of the bullet leaving the gun barely fazes me, after all, i am a floridian dude.
but when i turn around the boom, i see bodies sinking like oranges and blood filling the water like blood oranges.
"oh no, what do we do know? they're all dead." brandon says.
brandon is right, one bullet went through everyone, and now, its just the boys minus chad.
he wasnt floridian enough.
"what the fuck" i respond
we decide to sail the world for 80 days in our little floridian speedboat running on orange water and weed.
after 80 days, we arrive in a beautiful town callef manchester, where we see men on roads walking around in black life jackets.
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we decide to join them, and we become known as:
brandon and tyler, tyler and brandon.
the floridian roadmen that smell like weed and oranges.
until one day, 5 years later, we go to a thrift shop to get the black life jackets, which we discover are called north faces, and we get a phone call.
from floridian cops.
YOU ARE READING
'virgin' piña coladas, boats and guns
Teen Fictionits florida dudes; read if you like drama and orange peels
