We're the pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.
"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" Pope shouts up to John B, who is balancing on the edge of one of Rose Cameron's unfinished properties.
"I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."
"Hm" John B hummed in response to the boy,
before putting his finger in his mouth and putting
it up into the air before smiling, "Should I do it?"
he asks turning towards the rest of the group.
"Yeah, do a backflip!" Jules calls out from the balcony, whilst sat next to JJ with their legs dangling down.
"I'll shoot you on the way down!" Pope adds, whilst pulling out a drill from behind him and pointing it at John B, making him look down with a smirk,
"You'll shoot me?"
"If he doesn't I will." Jules shrugs
"Pew pew pew!" Pope points gun ringers towards John B before Kiara steps out of the building,
"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel
warmers." she complains walking towards Pope.
"Of course! Why wouldn't they?" JJ asks.
"I can't have cold towels." Jules says.
"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" Kiara looks around the half-built house until she looks up at John B, who is still balancing on the roof,
"Can you please not kill yourself?"
"Don't spill that beer! I'm not giving you another one." JJ says before taking a sip of his own.
John B decides to take a risk and balance on one leg until he drops his beer onto the ground below.
"Oh shit." John B stands there annoyed whilst the group taunts him.
"Hey!" They hear a male voice in the distance.
"Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up." Pope tells
"Fuck, they're early today." Jules rolls her eyes before finishing her beer and getting down from the balcony along with JJ.
"Let's go, boys." Kiara looks out to the security who are coming up the stairs.
"Gary, is that you?" JJ calls out to one of the men,
"It is you! Good to see you, man!"
"Yeah you're asking for it now." Jules laughs before the group starts making a run for it.
"Hey, stop!" Gary shouts to Jules and JJ who are running together,
"Bloom, is that you?" He mutters something about these kids being a bad influence before continuing to run after JJ.
He manages to grab him for a second before JJ pulls away, "Not much of a hugger, man!"
Everyone hops over the fence before swiftly getting into the Twinkie.
"Get back here you lil' pricks!" Gary snarls from the other side of the fence that he is unable to get over.
Another member of the security team begins running after the van. JJ opens the door up and pokes fun at the poor man.
"Guys you're gonna give him a heart attack." Kiara laughs
"You're so close!" JJ holds out a beer to him,
"You can do it. There you go!" The beer is thrown to the man who finally stops running after accepting the fact that he would never be able to catch up to a moving vehicle.
"They don't pay you enough, bro!" JJ giggles
"JJ, stop, stop." Kiara grabs him by the top of his short before pulling him back inside the van.
"Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished." JJ finally shuts the door before joining the group in a fit of laughter.
"I'm gonna be in so much shit when I get home." Jules leans back and stops laughing.
"Who cares? You had fun today and that's all that matters?" JJ comforts her and hands the girl another beer,
"Cheers to that!" She exclaims before taking a sip.
The Outer banks, Paradise on Earth.
It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses.
Two tribes, one island.
All right, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks.
So, guess where the majority of us don't live.
And then, this is the south side, or, the Cut.
Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters.
The natural habitat of... drumroll, please...
The Pogues. That's us.
Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish.
Lowest member of the food chain.
Okay. So, the downside of Pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of Pogue life? We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.
~ John B's POV ~
That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade. He's about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water.
Best surfer I know. Just don't tell him I said that.
Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.
Here's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. And when she's not saving the turtles, or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. I'm not really sure why, though. So, she's a rich kid, actually. Foot in both worlds. Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists. You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us.
And that's Pope, the brains of the operation. Finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know. Little bit of a weirdo. His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you. Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us.
Finally, there's Julianna, but we call her Jules. So, she's actually the Mayor's daughter. She comes from the richest family on the island. If it were anyone else, we wouldn't trust them but JJ has known her since Pre-K. She's the biggest stoner I know, yet she's also the healthiest. She plays for the OBX tennis team - a kook sport - and she also surfs with us. I guess, we all sorta' have a thing for her.
So, there's my crew.
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Friends with benefits
AdventureJulianna Bloom lives the best of both worlds. Living on figure 8, and being best friends with the Pogues comes with its downsides, however she has never felt more free.
