" i like aliens, weed, and rock and roll. in that order "
" oh and what about me? "
" you can be fourth i guess "
[jj maybank x male oc]
outer banks season 1 - ??
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iii - the grady white
The three boys headed along the docks to pick up the first stray pouge, Pope. Jamie felt a little bit guilty about having left Anderson earlier that morning but as John B had said, this was God's way of telling the boys that it was time to fish. As they approached Heyward's where there was no doubt that Pope was slaving away under the beating sun to clean up Aggie's mess they passed people from all across the Cut who were determining just how screwed they were in terms of destruction. Garbage was scattered across the docks and piling over into the water, with anything from a McDonald's wrapper to someone's lawnmower playing victim to Agatha's harsh winds and rains. Jamie sighed as he surveyed the damage before turning to the other two boys.
"Well, looks like we've got our work cut out for us this summer, boys."
John B nodded in agreement and JJ groaned loudly, throwing an arm over Jamie's shoulders and turning to the taller boy.
"Now, now Jamie, let us bask in Agatha's grace of this wonderful day off first before you start to assemble a cleanup crew just yet."
Jamie rolled his eyes and tried his best not to lean into his best friend's side in response to the shift in position. God, he needed to get laid soon. Otherwise, his brain is just going to keep running away with ideas about this boy he can't even like.
Before Jamie had the chance to respond, John B began to pull the boat, the HMS Pogue, off to the side where the boys saw Pope in exactly the scenario Jamie had predicted. He let a smirk take over his face as the three stood up and began to shout to their friend.
Pope looked up from his depressing disposition, likely as a result of the chores he was no doubt loathing.
"Well look who we have here!" JJ shouted at him, a shit eating smirk on his face. Jamie moved to his side to shout out to Pope as well.
"Having fun there buddy boy? Haven't you heard? It's a free day!"
Pope looked at his friends exasperated. "Pops has got me on lockdown. Someone has to clean up this mess."
Heyward must have heard them as he made his way out onto the dock. The man didn't seem thrilled with the three boys' efforts, especially since he didn't seem to much care for Pope's choice in friends to begin with. To be honest, out of the few parental figures split among the five of the pogues, Anderson was maybe the only one who didn't detest his pseudo-sons companions. However, Anderson wasn't here and Heyward expressed his distaste by giving Pope a stern look, immediately catching onto what was going down.
"Your dads a pussy. Over." JJ mocked into the radio of the ship.
"I heard that you little shit!" Heyward shouted to the boy. Jamie grimaced as he began to try to mediate the situation.
