Sink or Swim || Outer Banks || JJ Maybank

Sink or Swim - Chapter 1

AN: Hey all, first Outer Banks fic! Most main scenes from the show will be incorporated but changed to fit Madison into the group as well as brand new one. Biggest change from the show will be that John B and Sarah are together from the beginning. Any questions just ask! Would love any feedback you have :) 

These are the Pogues and their mission this summer was to have a good time, all the time.

John B stood on the roof of a new house being built over on Figure Eight, a beer in hand while he tried to balance on only one foot.

"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival," Pope stared up at his friend, a power drill in his hand, pretending to try and shoot him with it.

John B licked his finger and put it in the air as if he was checking the wind, "Should I do it?"

"Go ahead," Madison walked out of the house only having heard the last part of the conversation. "If you die I'm taking your room. The fucking hot tub in there is bigger than my bed."

Kiara also walked out of the house behind her friend though annoyed for a completely different reason, "They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers."

"Of course they are. Why wouldn't they?" JJ answered, throwing Madison a playful glare as she stole his beer on her way past before pulling herself up to sit on the ledge. Her legs swinging back and forth as he grabbed another beer for himself.

Kiara nearly growled in frustration, "This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess."

"I can't have cold towels," JJ tried to joke with her but when he was met with an icy glare he turned his attention elsewhere.

Madison raised her can as if to make a toast to the lost habitat and to calm her friend down. "I care about the turtles."

Kiara rolled her eyes before glancing up to John B, using her hand to shield the sun, "Can you please not kill yourself?"

"Leave him alone, Kie, I want his room," Madison winked up at her brother but if she was being honest with herself he was making her more than a little nervous. They never really had a mother, their father was gone, and the last thing she wanted was to lose her brother too.

"Don't spill that beer, I'm not giving you another one," JJ warned him but literally as soon as the words left his mouth John B lost his balance and while he caught himself his beer wasn't as lucky and splattered all over the ground. "Of course you did."

Pope shook his head, "A-plus."

"See," Madison pointed to the smashed can, "That could have been your head, dumb-ass."

John B mimicked her and the group of them laughed. Something caught Madison's attention towards the front of the house and she leaned back a little to get a better look.

"I swear if you fall off that thing I'm not picking you up," JJ warned her, shaking his head at the brunette who was barely sitting on the ledge anymore.

"Shit," she swore, swinging herself back to the ground, landing gracefully on her feet without spilling her beer, "security is here. We've got to go."

"Let's go, humpty-dumpty," JJ called up to John B as they all started to get ready to run.

John B turned to climb back in the upstairs window, his foot slipping slightly causing Madison to audibly gasp. He righted himself and ducked inside the window.

"He's fine," Pope pushed her shoulder forward, "We have to go."

Running through the house, two underpaid and out of shape security guards tried their best to catch the group of teens but were being taunted instead especially as JJ took a wrong turn and one of them almost caught him.