𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 | rafe cameron

introduction

the outer banks, paradise on earth.

it's the sort of place where you either have 2 jobs or 2 houses. 2 tribes, 1 island.

so there's figure eight, the rich side of the island. home of the kooks. so guess where we don't live.

we live on the south side, or the cut. home of the working class who make a living bussing tables, washing yachts, running charters.

natural habitat of...

the pouges.

so this is jj. he's the definition of a pogue. he spends his days surfing, smoking weed, and mowing grass for a living, when he's not hitting on me and kie.

this is kie. my best friend for as long as i can remember. she's a rich kid actually, but she's a pogue at heart. when she's not saving the turtles, listen to marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs with us.

that's pope, the brains of the operation. smartest guy i know. i wouldn't have passed a single test last year if it weren't for him. the dumbest thing he's ever done, is becoming friends with us.

right there is, john b. my brother, well not really. i've been living with him since i was 10. but i'll get more into that later. jb is my rock. i trust him with my life. he's basically the leader of us pogues, but don't tell him i said that.

finally, that's me. maxine carter. my friends call me max. maxine is mostly reserved for the adults in my life, even though there aren't many of those any more. my mom had me when she was 19.

yep. that's us. she packed up and left with her crack-head boyfriend when i was 10. i guess the stress of being a young mom finally got to her. not that she was much of a mother before anyways. she left me with her best friend in the whole world. big john routledge. i've been living with him and jb ever since. i don't remember much about mom, though big john tells me stories about her all the time, but i definitely don't remember enough to miss her.  i do miss the idea of having a mom. i guess me and john b both do. big john is never really home, in fact he's leaving all summer. something about a sunken ship. i don't know. big john is not much of a dad, he's more like a friend, but, john b and i have each other, and the rest of the pogues. and we have the old fish shack on the marsh, all to ourselves this summer.

we're the pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.