"BET YOU CAN'T DO THIS."

The group of teenagers - minus Pope - were all a little tipsy within half an hour. But they didn't care. They could do whatever the hell they wanted. That's the pogue life, baby. By now, JJ and Tatum were competing against each other with their many party tricks. So after Tatum somehow managed to light her tongue on fire without burning it, JJ decided it was his turn to do something dumb and potentially dangerous. And, for once, Kie and Pope weren't nagging at the two of them to stop. More than anything, Tatum loved watching Kiara laugh and smile on days like this. She was so beautiful. And that shiny, purple amethyst bracelet she stole for her only complimented Kiara even more.

"My party trick," he said, drunkenly standing up.

"Terrifying," commented Kie, still staring at Tatum's tongue every time she opened her mouth. There was nothing. It was fine. No burn. No blood. No pain. She shrugged it off, assuming it was some Crazy Quinn thing.

"Hey, Pope, could you go a little faster?" asked JJ, and everyone instantly knew what he was about to attempt. For weeks, he had been planning to do this.

"Oh, God. Here we go," said John B, standing behind Pope at the wheel. "I'm moving."

"Doesn't work," Pope told the blonde boy.

Tatum giggled, encouraging JJ to go on. "My brother tried it once. Ended up in the ER with a fractured spine. The wind hit him like...wind." She began to laugh even more, stoned out of her mind.

Pope shook his head, muttering the word, "weed," but the smile on his face was unmistakable. No matter how scary or stupid Tatum Quinn was, once you got to know her, you couldn't not love her.

"Yeah?" asked John B with a raised brow. "Which brother was that?"

"Joe, I think. Or maybe Thomas. It wasn't Leroy - he's the clever one."

"Ted Bundy was also clever," Pope pointed out.

"Can you stop trying to diagnose my brother with psychopathy?"

"I got this," called JJ, standing a the edge of the small boat. He caught all of their attentions. There was no way they were missing this, no matter how thick it was of him. "It's gonna work!" He poured the beer into his mouth...only it was missing his mouth by inches, falling behind and hitting all his friends.

John B and Pope ducked away from it. "Oh, my God. You're getting beer in my hair," complained Kiara. Meanwhile, Tatum was standing behind, her mouth wide open and catching as much of the alcohol as she could, despite the fact she literally had an entire bottle in her hand.

"All right. All right," said Pope, hand over his face and trying to avoid getting hit by the sticky drink.

"All right, you're done!" said John B, though he didn't seem to care much, considering he was perfectly dry and lounging at the back of the boat.

"All right, JJ stop!" ordered Pope.

But the only thing coming to an abrupt stop was the boat. Everyone was flung forward. Tatum sprung into action, and caught Kiara before her head could smash off the empty beer bottle, that was now sitting on the floor. And when the four aboard the boat got back up, JJ was gone.

"Jesus, Pope."

"You okay, JJ?" asked John B as the boy floated above the water, groaning in pain, while Tatum giggled hysterically. Kiara stared at her, trying to keep a serious face. But she just couldn't. Tatum's laugh was chronically contagious.

"I think my heels touched the back of my head," he said, which only set the girl off even more.

"Girls, are you okay?" John B asked next, still on the floor of the boat after getting serious whiplash.

"Never been better," giggled Tatum some more. "Seriously, J, that was fucking awesome. I want a go."

Pope nodded. "Yup. She's fine."

John B looked up again. This time, at the girl who was desperately trying to avoid Tatum's eye contact, in fear that she would only be set off into a fit of laughter. "Kie?"

"I'm all right," she said, masking the giggle she was trying to repress into a cough.

"Pope, what did you do?" asked JJ, now swimming towards them in pain.

"Sandbar," he groaned, rubbing his back. "The channel changed."

"No shit."

"Ugh, this is probably gonna mess the whole place up," commented John B, while Tatum's eyes scanned Kiara for any marks. Her arm was bleeding through her coat from the smashed beer bottle, but at least Kie was okay.

"Hey, I saved the beer, though," JJ said happily.

Tatum frowned. "Nope," she corrected, pulling a pice of glass out of her arm. "You definitely did not."

Kie cringed at the way Tatum was carelessly pulling it all out through her puffy coat. It was so unhygienic. Did she not know how many infections that could cause? She couldn't handle it anymore. "Hey, I'll patch you up later," she said, catching Tatum's bandaged hand before she took out anymore glass shards from her other arm. "There's a first aid kit at the wreck."

"The best way to relieve pain is weed," shrugged Tatum, taking a joint out of her coat pocket. "Want half?"

A smile grew on Kiara's face as she watched the girl light it up. "Yeah."

"Guys," said Pope's voice, distracting the girls from their conversation. Everyone turned to face him with raised eyebrows. "...I think there's a boat down there."

"Shut up," said John B.

"No way," said Kie.

JJ began swimming towards it.

Tatum clapped her hands excitedly. "Yay. More rides for us." Everyone rolled their eyes at her comment.

"No, no, guys. I'm serious," said Pope, pointing at the water. "There's - there's a boat down there. For real."

John B, Kiara and Tatum all sighed, joining Pope at the edge of their boat to check it out. He pointed again. "It's a boat!"

Tatum's eyes widened at the sight of it. "I bet it still runs."

"Nah, it'll be fucked now," said John B.

"Holy shit, he's right," said Kie, turning around to take her shorts off, leaving her in nothing but the purple flowery bikini. "Let's go."

John B and Tatum both followed after her, the two simps eaqually as memorised over the girl. But then, even with the excitement and adrenaline going on, everybody turned to look at Tate. They waited. She jumped into the water. She didn't take the coat off. She never took that coat off.

Pope shook his head, snapping himself out of it. "You think there's a dead body down there?" he asked.

"God, I hope so," said Tatum with a grin as Kiara and John B joined her in the water with loud 'whoo's'.

"Guys, wait up!" called Pope, still taking off his clothes.

"Get your ass in here, Pope!" called JJ.

"Come on, Babes!" screamed Tatum with a giggle as John B curiously squeezed her white coat, dumbly checking that it was water proof.

The five teenagers all simultaneously swam under the water to check it out. The town's tourists usually found it weird how the kids that lived there could see underwater without goggles. But when you live in a beach town, you adapt to that beach town. Seriously, if they wanted to, the pouges could be fucking mermaids.

The moment they touched the boat, they floated back to the top with a desperate gasp of air. "You guys saw that, right?" asked JJ.

"Yeah," Pope answered out of breath.

"Yeah, I did," said Kie, wiping her nose.

"Yeah," gasped John B.

In her own special way of replying, Tatum giggled even more. That girl probably laughed more than she talked. Kiara thought it was beautiful. It showed the true innocence and childness Tatum never got the chance to have.

And when she laughed, everyone laughed. "That's a Grady-White," chucked JJ in awe. "A new one of those is, like, 500 Gs, easy."

The five of them climbed back onto their shitty boat, out of breath and filled to the brim with adrenaline. "That's a primo rig," the blonde went on.

"Yeah. That's the boat I saw when I surfed the surge," John B revealed. "Maybe it hit the jetty or something."

"You surfed the surge?" asked Kie in responsible disbelief.

"That's my boy," said JJ with a laugh, holding his hand out for a high-five. "Pouge style."

When Kiara continued to glare at him, John B threw his arms out at Tautm. "It's better than what she was doing."

"Yeah, but that crazy shit is expected of Tate," laughed JJ, wrapping his arm around the girl's soggy shoulder. "Are you ever gonna take that thing off?" he asked, gesturing the the large puffer coat. "It's fucking summer."

One thing about Tatum Quinn: she never got uncomfortable. Like, ever. It was practically a superpower. Somehow, no matter what situation she was a part of, she managed to stay confident 24/7. But that question literally made her avoid eye contact with everyone. She stared at the floor, her heart beating fast, feeling like she was going to throw up.

Noticing her awkward reaction, the king of social anxiety spoke up to distract everyone, and to allow Tatum some air to breathe. "Wait, wait. Do we know whose boat that is?" he asked.

"No, but we're about to find out," said John B, searching for the anchor.

"Dude, it's too deep," JJ warned him.

"Oh, for the week and feeble, JJ."

"Well, I'm not resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear up front."

"I'll do it," offered Tatum, her bubbly front back. "Me and my brothers had to learn how to do it when we were little, incase Dad ever almost killed himself."

JJ nodded. "Yeah, me too. But I'm telling ya, my Dad ever does that, I'm throwing a fucking party."

John B rolled his eyes, attempting to hold up the heavy anchor in his hands. "That's fine," he said, going back to the part when JJ told him he wouldn't save him.

"John B," said Kiara.

He chuckled. "What?"

"Diver down, fool," said Pope.

John B saluted to him. "Diver down."

Tatum and JJ shared a grin. That grin everybody would groan at when they seen. Because that grin meant they were thinking the same thing. And those two thinking the same thing only meant one thing. Red alert.

"Yeah, he is," said JJ as he and Tate threw John B into the water.

"Can we make this quick?" asked Tatum, looking up at the sky to check the time. It was something her mom taught her a long time ago. "Dad'll kill me if I'm late for Leroy's welcome home party."

"We're not invited?" asked Pope in mock offence.

"Trust me, babe, you are in no state of mind to party with the Quinns." She gestured to JJ. "I wouldn't even let this joker come."

JJ touched his hand to his heart. "Aw. You're trying to protect us from your psycho family. You do care about us. How sweet of you."

She rolled her eyes and pushed him back, causing him to almost stumble off-board. "No, I just don't see any point in taking you guys, just for you to get shot by one of my brothers."

Kiara, Pope and JJ all smirked knowingly. They knew that deep-down that girl would go as far as to die for her friends. To kill for them.

Before anything got any more sappy, John B flew out of the water with a cough. His four friends jumped into action, leaning against the edge of the boat as if they just spent the whole time worrying about him, and asking stupid questions.

"No. No," said John B, getting them all to shut up. He held up his other hand, revealing a key. "I found this motel key."

"A key," said Pope, sounding bored now.

"Yes, a key, Pope."

"Great," said JJ as John B climbed back onto the boat. "We salvaged a motel key."

"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard," said Kie responsibly.

Though, Tatum didn't agree with her in the slightest, she nodded. "Yeah, definitely," she said quickly, nodding her head and trying to get Kiara's attention.

"Maybe we'll get a finder's fee."

"Yeah, and not work all summer," said JJ. "Thanks, Agatha, ya batch."

A/n: Please correct me on any mistakes I made in this. Its 3am and my eyes are actually burning, so I can't see for shit.