life on the cut ( JJ x Y/N)

life on the cut

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

That's a three-story fall to the deck. i give you a one in three chance of surviving. pope looked up at his friend. 

should i jump? johnb balanced on the edge of the roof looking down at his friend.

yeah ill shoot you on the way down. pope said acting like he was shooting a gun at john b.

They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers. kie walked out the building.

 Of course. Why wouldn't they? JJ said taking a sip of his beer. 

this is definitely going to be a kook house. you took the can off JJ and taking a sip.

hey, jb can you not kill yourself. kie looked up at the curly-haired boy.

hey john b don't drop that beer cus I'm not giving you a new one. JJ teased and took the can back off you. 

as if on cue john b dropped his can onto the floor. "oh fuck man." he said running his hand through his hair. 

"dude i just told you to not drop it."

"hey guys. security". pope warns backing away from the rail.

JJ got down. putting his hand out for you to grab. you take his hand and hop down, john jumped down and you all ran down the stairs. JJ somehow got into a fight with one of the security guys and told him. he wasn't much of a hugger. you all ran towards a fence witch you all jumped over. JJ was the last one to make it over, he was running to the twinki which doors where open and hoped in. he dangeled a can of beer out of the door.

Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise. Come on, Gary! JJ taurnted 

Wait. Slow down You're gonna give him a heart attack. kei said dragging JJ back into the twinki. jj laughed and you took the can out of his hand once again. Your a idiot. You scoffed bringing the can to your lips 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 we don't live. And then, this is the south side or the cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing table, 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.

thats JJ mine and john b's 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. 

and that's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. when shes not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. shes actually a kook. her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution.

thats pope he's the brains of the group. finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. he's the smartest person i know. 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.

and finely thats john b my brother. older by a year. making me the youngest. he's the only family i got after our dad went missing nine months ago. we made a promise that no matter what happened we would always stick together. he's a 17-year-old teenager who loves surfing and hanging out with his friends, and thats us the pogues.