stevie | outer banks | JJxOC

1 - I don't like pesto

"Stevie!" a voice yelled as the front door shut, "I'm home," he said in a sing-song voice.

"I'm in the kitchen," Stevie yelled back, recognising her brother's voice. Stevie had been working all day and therefore couldn't hang out with the rest of the pogues. This summer they had decided to make the most of it. Make it a summer they couldn't forget. As much as Stevie wanted to hang around on figure Eight in a half-constructed house with her friends, work, unfortunately, came first. "How was your day?" she said with a smile as he set eyes on her brother.

"It was alright, would have been better with you obviously," John B said, making you smile, "how was work?"

"It was alright. I stole some pasta on the way out so we're having pasta pesto for dinner," she said quickly hoping that John B wouldn't hear the fact his sister stole. Stevie and John B were alone. Both of them had to work for what they had, so eventually, Stevie started shoplifting out of necessity. She got a weird buzz from it and most things she owns now are stolen, all her money went on bills and food for not only her and John b but her friends when they stayed over. If she wanted stuff like new clothes it was easier for her to steal. And she was good at it too. Everyone knew she stole, she had been busted a few times but always managed to get out of it as Sheriff Peterkin had a soft spot for the siblings.

"You know you're gonna get fired, Steve," John B stated bluntly.

"They'd have to catch me," she smiled, taking the seriousness out of the situation as per usual. Why face your issues when you can make fun of them? "Did you meet with Cheryl?"

Their dad was missing at sea, their mum had left and Uncle T wasn't around. The two were unemancipated minors living without a guardian so naturally, DCS, Cheryl, got involved. John B was adamant that their dad wasn't dead, he needed to see a body to believe it. He desperately needed his dad not to be dead and missed him every day. Although it sounds harsh, Stevie didn't really care. In a sad way, she felt indifferent. Her life hadn't changed that much since he was missing since she and her dad never had the best relationship. She knew that John B was his favourite. She was always pushed to the side.

"Yeah, it's not looking too great. They're coming tomorrow to speak to Uncle T and since he's obviously not going to be here they're gonna find "safe and loving homes" for us. Foster care," John B said, making air quotes with his fingers when he quoted Cheryl.

"And split us up no doubt," Stevie was terrified of losing her brother, he was all she had left. Foster care on the mainland away from her brother and friends was something out of her nightmares.

"It's okay we'll deal with it," John hoped. Stevie moved back into the kitchen area of the kitchen diner ready to start some pasta pouring two portions of the stolen pasta into their battered saucepan. "Wait. Do three portions"

"Why three? You hungry?"

"JJ's staying"

JJ

John B's best friend, JJ. Stevie met him in about the 3rd grade when John B introduced the two. She was about 8 years old. Ever since he had been constantly present in her life, always over at her house or hanging out with her and the other pogues. He was like a wine stain on the white carpet, impossible to get rid of. When Stevie first met him she had the biggest crush on him. He was slightly older and taller and his hair always looked fluffy. He often had cuts on his knees or bruised from falling whilst climbing trees or tripping in the playground. And he had the most amazing eyes she'd ever seen. Unfortunately for her, it was never going to work. A month after they met John B created the no pogue-on-pogue making rule meaning they couldn't kiss or date. That and...

"Ugh does he have to?" Stevie moaned.

...they hated each other. The first couple weeks were bliss and the two got on perfectly. But since then the pogues are scared to leave them in a room with each other out of fear they might kill each other. The bickering was endless. Everything on the face of planet earth they could argue about. It was almost like Romeo and Juliet, they didn't even know why they were arguing or why they hated each other. It was just an endless circle of retaliation. Stevie always thought it was a shame they didn't get along because from the outside they were very similar hence they had the same friends. She always wondered what their relationship would have been like in another universe.

"Don't sound too excited," JJ shouted from the door as he stomped into the Chateau. His speech dripped with sarcasm. JJ was over at their house a lot. He had trouble with his dad and never liked being home so John B offered their house. John B moved into their father's room and gave JJ his old one as a spare room. He had clothes in the cupboard and even his own toothbrush in the bathroom. Luckily for John B, his new room had an ensuite meaning he never had to share with JJ.

"I'm making pasta pesto," she told him as he entered the kitchen diner at the back of the house. She always tried so hard not to argue with him immediately yet he managed to start an argument every time.

"Can I have something else?" he said bluntly, sitting down next to her brother.

"What do you mean what's wrong with pasta pesto?" she asked knowing that an argument was brewing. John B instantly rolled his eyes knowing what was about to happen.

"I don't like pesto," JJ complained. Steve thought he was being bratty.

"How do you not like pesto?" she complained back at him, finding it impossible that there was anyone that didn't like pesto.

"It's not nice, it's grainy and tastes weird and green," JJ explained. "Can you make me something else?"

That set her off, "no JJ, this isn't a restaurant. Have what I make or make it yourself. I'm not your personal chef," she argued with him.

"Of course not, you are not good enough to be a chef," JJ retaliated. Just as Stevie was about to argue back, John B got in the way, hearing enough of their arguing.

"Stop!" John B interjected, "JJ can you just eat the pasta"

"Fine but I won't enjoy it," JJ said spitefully whilst staring at a seriously pissed off Stevie, "you gonna sit or what, Evie," he gestured at the chair next to her brother, opposite him.

"I'll eat in my room" she huffed, "and don't call me Evie"

The slam of her door punctuated her statement. John B sighed and looked at his best friend. "really?" he asked. "Can't you two try and get along?"

"It's funnier watching her get mad" he smiled digging into the pasta, "I actually love pesto," he smirked.

a/n

aaaaah I posted it. I really hoped you enjoyed the start of my new book. I loved writing Stevie and I have a lot of places to take her.

I haven't finished writing the whole book yet which is slightly weird for me because I prefer to write the whole thing first just in case I give up or want to go back and change stuff but I grew impatient and wanted to post.

please vote and comment and it hopefully won't be too long till the next update :))