It was a scorching summer day in the Outer Banks, the Pogues lounging on the Chateau porch, beers in hands, the silence broken only by the hum of cicadas.

You’re sitting next to John b, your brother, you sipped your beer.

“I have the urge to do something really stupid right now... just me?” You said, smiling from ear to ear.

Sarah glanced at you with a smirk, as she crossed her legs. “Mhm, yeah, I think It’s just you.” She said with a soft sigh.

Kiara, exhaling smoke, added to Sarah’s reply. “I’m not feeling it.” She said as she lay back in the hammock.

“You’re on your own with that one.” John b responded in agreement, lifting his beer to his lips.

You scoffed, and swung an arm behind his head, to give him a little smack.

*Hey, hey! I’m stupid. You can do me!” Popewinked, lifting his beer.

John B choked on his drink, spraying beer on JJ.

“Seriously? thanks a lot, man.” JJ rolled his eyes and wiped the beer off himself.

“Ignoring him, John B turned to Pope, his eyes blazing.*

“What he hell did you just say to my sister?” He snapped, really pissed that Pope had the audacity to say that to his best friend’s sister.

Pope shrugged, putting his hands up in mock defence. “Hey hey, chill. I’m just putting it out there.” He said, grinning wider.