OBX but a book?

Pilot

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

John B  stood on the roof of a house with his beer, venturing to the edge. With a daring spirit, he balanced on one foot., "That's what, like a three-story drop to the deck," said Pope "I'll give you about a one-in-three chance of survival" Pope added "Hm," John B pondered as he stuck his finger in his mouth and then withdrew it to determine the direction of the wind, "should I do it?" John B  asks "Yeah you should jump, I'll shoot you on the way down." said Pope playfully waving a drill towards John B. "You're going to shoot me?" asked John B, and in response, John B playfully made his hand into a 'finger gun' and pointed it towards Pope. "Pew" John B shot him with his 'finger gun'.

"They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers" Kiara complained walking out of the house. "Of course they are, why wouldn't they?" said Pope "This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about turtles, I guess?" said Kiara unhappy about how the house was built on top of a turtle habitat. "I can't have cold towels" JJ exclaimed jokingly. "Can you please not kill yourself?" Kiara said to John B from below. "Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one" JJ shouted to John B.

John B stepped closer to the edge, trying to balance his arms out, "Whao! Oh shit" he said as he slipped and dropped his beer, and it fell to the ground. "Of course you did, right when I told you" JJ complained "Nooooo" John B groaned looking down at his beer. "A-plus" Pope clapped. "Dumdass" Kiara mumbled under her breath.

"HEY!" one of the security guards yelled from the distance getting out of his car. "Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up" Pope informed the others, "Boys are early today" John B noted "Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!" JJ exclaimed jumping off the scaffolding. "Let's go boys" Kiara smirked. "Gary, is that you?" JJ yelled. "Come on quit it, get your ass down here" Pope demanded. "Yeah, you know it"s me" 'Gary' yelled back. "Gary, good to see you, man!" JJ yelled at the man again. "You're just asking for it," Kiara told JJ.

They all ran through the house, whooping and hollering. Kiara and John B went one way to get the van, while JJ and Pope went the other way to distract the guards. They made it downstairs to the garage, but the security guard 'Gary' was already there. So, they turned around and went the other way. One of the guards tackled JJ, "Not much of a hugger, man," as he shoved him off. Then, they ran and jumped over the fence. Pope landed on his face, and JJ laughed at him, "Get up, Pope, fatso's coming!". The guard yelled at them, unable to jump over the fence. John B and Kiara were waiting in the van, "Bus is leaving!" John B yelled from the driver's seat and honked the horn. "Come, boys, whooo!" Kiara shouted from the van. JJ and Pope jumped in the moving van, and Kiara closed the door. 

"Hey, hey, hey!" Gary yelled, running after the van. "Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise," Pope laughed. "Come on, Gary!" JJ teased. "Wait! Slow down, slow down," JJ told John B. "Hey, you little pricks!" Gary yelled, still chasing after the van. "Guys, you're going to give him a heart attack!" Kiara told them, feeling bad for the man. JJ grabbed a beer out of the cooler and stuck out of the side of the van. "Come on, boy, you're so close! You can do it," JJ taunted the man waving the beer in the air, as the poor man ran as fast as he could. "There you go!" JJ toasted him with the beer. "They don't pay you enough, bro," JJ yelled to the poor man, with Pope and John B laughing. "JJ, stop, stop," Kiara pleaded and slapped JJ on the shoulder. "Oh, come on," JJ cooled. "That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished" JJ added. Gary gave up and stopped chasing them. They drove away without a care in the world.

John B–
The outer banks, paradise on earth. It's a sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island, All right so there's Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live. And then, there's 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.

Then there'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, sait-lifters 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 then there's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her, and when she's not saving 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, which is this outer banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists. You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. I guess we all sort of have a thing for her.

And there's Pope, the brain of the operation, a finalist for the Lucas T.  Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know. A little bit of a weirdo. Alright, so his father the legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get it 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.  So, that's my crew! 

And there's me, John Booker Routledge. I live in an old shack on the marsh. The Chateau, as my dad used to call it. Then there's my dad. He disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck. Who disappears at sea these days? I miss him.  And then there's mom. She split when I was three. Last i