Thirteen's POV
"It's not funny Devin, we need to find them." I hear Chase growl out as I step into the house. Judging by the sounds of their voices they're in the kitchen.
"They're dead," Devin replies sarcastically.
"And what if they really are?"
"Then there's more room at the beach."
I turn the corner and Devin's back is to me as he shrugs as if his explanation is the most logical in the world. I swat him in the back of his head, right as Jason and Chase notice me.
"There will be more room at the beach in a few minutes." Devin jumps away from me dramatically, acting as if I'm a damn ghost.
"Threats! Threats! I feel threatened!" He shouts as he points an accusing finger at me. I glare at him, and he laughs nervously.
"You know I was just joking right? I mean I'd never ever ever ev
