【 𝘄𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 ━━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 】

𝗼𝗻𝗲 : and then we ran away
𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 - 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘁
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❝ I'M NOT CLEANING YOUR BLOOD. ❞ you voice, watching the boy carefully. Standing on the edge of the roof, he looks down, taking sips of the beer.

Holding his hand over his heart, "You wound me, Lake." John B pouts, "Yeah, Yeah." you roll your eyes, "Just be save." raising his foot up.

"I'm serious, JB."

Nodding, he continues anyway, "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."

"Two-in-three, he's drinking."

Sticking his finger in his mouth to feel the wind float he hums

"Should I jump?"

You shake your head as Pope holds the nail gun up to him, "Yeah, I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You'll shoot me?"

Making gunshots noises, they hold their faux pistol up, "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kie announces, exiting the house.

"Of course. Why wouldn't they?"

"This used to be a turtle habitat but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" she grumbles.

"Don't Japanese toilets have that thing that shoots up your butt?" you ask.

"They can't have cold towels."

Making the girl chuckle softly, nodding, "Yeah, it's called—" her attention diverts to John B on the roof, "Can you please not kill yourself."

"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one."

It was like it was scripted, as he dropped the beer mere seconds later, "Of course, you did." making a loud thund.

Not hearing the music, you look over the railing. Your favourite security guard stepping out of the vehicle, "Security is here. Let's wrap it up." Pope calls. Leaning over the railing, you wave at the man, "Hey, Gary! How have you been?"

"Boys are early today."

"Alright, Humpty Dumpty, let's roll."

Moving over the railing, you jump down the stairs. Running through the barely finished house in order to arrive at the van.

Jumping over the fence. Kei waits up, "Come on, hurry." she urges, holding her arm out, for you to enter first.

"Hurrying," you call. Stepping in, she follows suit, "Come on guys!" you call, having Pope and JJ still running as John B starts slowly driving the car.

"The bus is leaving!"

Holding the door open, "Come on." you urge, having them finally in the car you feel like you can breathe again. Even though you guys were leaving Gary wasn't given up, "Check out, Gary, gunning for a raise." Pope chuckles.

Making JJ hang out of the door, "Come on, Gary!" he called. Turning to JB, "Slow down, slow down." which he does, as JJ takes a can of beer.

"Guys you are going to give him a heart attack."

Holding it closer to him, he continues to tease the man ignoring Kie's comment, "You're so close, you can do it."

"Just give it to him."

Throwing the empty can, "They aren't paying you enough, dude." JJ tells the man as Gary stops running, watching the can.

"JJ, stop."

Turning away from the blond you move to the driver, "JB, our mission was to have a good time. How was breaking your neck helping with that?"

"I didn't break my neck, I'm fine. You worry too much."

"You could have died."

"But I didn't."

Continue to look at the boy, you press your lips together, "Oh, come on." pocking your cheek.

Trying to not smile, you can't help but do it anyway, "Now, is everyone still up for the party?" JB asks, having successfully made you smile.

"Yeah," taking your phone out, "Texting my mum the reminder, right now."

"Say hey to her from me."

Rolling your eyes, "She didn't look at you." you remind him for what feels like the millionth time.

"Yeah, she did."

"No, she didn't."

Humming, a smile tucks up his lips, "Whatever you say, just wait a few years."

Watching the boy, you shake your head, "In your dreams." you deny, knowing your mother through and through.

"Always."

Cringing your face, he makes the face. The 'I'm-thinking-about-something-completely-inappropriate' face, "Stop, that's my mom!"

His face stays the same, "I'm serious, JJ. Stop that, don't think about my mom!"

Arriving at the chateau, you all prep and get ready for the party. Which not so surprisingly had a bonfire; you never know how it actually burns but it always does.

Watching it you just take a moment for yourself, feeling socially drained at the moment.

Having the view of the fire gone, your brows furrow, looking up at the new view and the hand they hold out, "Want to dance?" Kie questions.

"Depends, done talking about plastic?"

"For the night, yeah."

Taking her hands in yours, "Then yes." you nod, using her to stand up from the lodge.

Shaking your connected hands, she makes you move along to the music, "Come on... you actually have to dance, to be dancing."

Moving along with her, the two of you moved along to the beats. Until you were tired of it, "It's a miracle we are still alive." she exclaims over the loud crowd, as you slowly make your way away from them and closer to the house.

"I thought you weren't talking about plastic anymore?"

"Right." she nods, taking the seat on the small stairs. You take the seat next to her, continuing your small conversation.

It's not really about anything in particular but you enjoyed it nonetheless. You always enjoy your time with Kie.

"Boys ruin everything." she voices. Chuckling at the blunt statement, "They kind of do, huh?"

Shifting your gaze away, you watch the three boys — your friends — running around the fire, "But we wouldn't be who we were meant to be without them."

"Definitely," she hums, "but they are still idiots."

"Definitely."

A comfortable silence settled between you. You weren't quite sure if you should be the one to break it, or she, "Should we—" you start.

"Do you—" she started at the same time. Holding your hand up, "You can go first." you offer.

"Want to go inside?" she asks softly. Nodding, you follow the girl inside the house. Falling on to makeshift sofa bank.

Laying next to you, the eyes focused can almost burn your skin. Shifting your gaze to the girl, she smiled softly, "You are kind of my favourite person."

"You are mine too."

Turning to face her, "I really missed you." you whisper, "When you were gone, I mean." adding to the statement.

Moving to get more comfortable, she gets closer, "I missed you too." holding her pinky up, "Let's promise to never not be friends."

Interlacing your pink with hers, she holds on to it, "It's a real-real promise. Break it and I'll cut your pinky off."

Chuckling softly, you nod, "Deal."