Head Over Heels - 𝖩𝖩 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

1 | 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤

｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡Chapter 1 ｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡

Outer Banks, North Carolina

"We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time."

John B stood near the edge of the rooftop, balancing precariously on the unfinished kook house that was set on the figure 8. "That's what, a three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one in three chances of survival." Pope eventually spoke up. The sun shining down on the group of teens, the sunlight reflecting into Pope's eye closing one of them while he looked at John B. "Hm?" John B stuck his finger in his mouth to get the spilled alcohol off his finger, thinking to himself as he considered the fall. "Should I do it?" He eventually asked, glancing down to the ground.

JJ leaned against the railing of the scaffolding, kicking his legs back and forth his hand holding a can of beer. He chuckled, his head tilted to the side. "I'll shoot you on the way down," Pope stated nonchalantly, who was holding a drill in his hand, aiming it up at John B. "You will shoot?" John B asked, a small smile forming on his face.

"Yep"

"Pew pew,"

Kiara walked out to the decking of the house, Frankie trailing behind. "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kiara eventually spoke up, lifting her arms slightly up before dropping them down by her side. "Of course. Why wouldn't they?" Pope sighed, rolling his eyes.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" Frankie spoke up. "Awww is the kook princess upset about the turtles?" JJ teased. Frankie stopped walking her body turning round so she could stare up at JJ with a glare, her hand reaching into her pocket to pull something out. She lifted her hand up creating a middle finger up at JJ to flip him off, though it only caused him to chuckle at her.

"Anyway, I can't have cold towels." JJ piped up. "You have cold towels anyway JJ.." Frankie murmured lowering her arm down be her side, staring over and up at John B. "Can you please not kill yourself?" Kiara leaned back to get a proper view of John B. "Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." JJ looked up as well turning his head away, lifting his own can of beer up to drink some.

"You just jinxed it!" Frankie exclaimed. John B let out a surprised woah, his arms waving around to keep himself balance. The beer that was once in his hand fell down onto the floor, splatting over the decking.

"Ofcourse you did."

"Smooth,"

John B stared down letting out a groan, disappointed he dropped his can. Frankie shook her head stepping to the side, to try a drain out her friends bickering. Her quite moment was so interrupted when she heard a car door slam shut, her head shot up. Curiously, she leaned over some of the railing on the decking staring at the security car that pulled up in the drive away.

"Hey!!" A male voice shouted. A guy in his mid thirty or fourties, it was hard to tell really. Maybe it was his size that confused Frankie of his age. "Hey, uh, security's here. Let's warp it." Pope glancing over to the others, clapping his hands while stepping back. When did pope get near her? Was she seriously to busy figuring out the age of that poor guy.

"Boys are early today." John B turned round stepping down the side of the rooftop sliding ontop of the scaffolding. "Humpty Dumpty, let's roll." JJ explained using one arm to pull himself up from sitting down on the scaffolding while the other dropped his empty beer can, walking over to the edge leaning forward. "Gray is that you?" He teased.