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"We're the Pogues. And our mission this summer is to have a good time... all the time."
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A group of teens crashed the site of an extensive beach condo being built on the north side of Kildare County. It was a smaller island on the Outer Banks. Divided by a social class turf war.
You had the tall, brunette boy who stood on the roof. He wore an old surf shop t-shirt, hunter-green cargo shorts, and dusty white Converses. He had a very old gray bandana around his neck. He looked out to the water, trying to balance on one foot at the peak of the roof. Not a care in the world. His name was John Booker Routledge, but everyone called him John B.
On the side of John B was his best friend, Jesse James Maybank. Or, as everyone called him, JJ. JJ's blond hair was hidden under an old, red baseball cap that he had had since middle school. He wore a simple gray shirt and the typical shade of cargo shorts.
Down on the balcony was Pope Heyward. He was a dark-skin shade to his other best friends. He wore a more put-together outfit than the other two. He wore a maroon button-up and black shorts.
Finally, it was the only girl in the group, Kiara Carrera, or Kie as the guys called her. Kie wore her long, curly hair down, only tying the top part of it back. She wore a white cropped top with a light yellow sweater over her shoulders and arms. She wore light-colored shorts, and her arms were littered with bracelets.
"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" Pope asked, looking up at John B as he held one of the power drills that the construction crew left on the balcony around the scaffolding that JJ was sitting on. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival." Pope continued as he looked up at John B on the roof, moving his other hand to block the sun from his eyes.
"Hmm..." John B hummed, smirking as he took a drink of his beer. "Should I do it?"
"Yeah, you should jump. I'll shoot you on the way down," Pope smirked, holding up the drill like a gun.
"You'll shoot me?"
"Yep." Pope nodded with a chuckle.
"Pow!" John B mimicked, pretending to shoot Pope with his finger guns.
"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers."
The boys turned to look at the door from the balcony, seeing Kie walk out of the house after looking around the place. She scoffed at how entitled she could tell the new home owners were despite not even knowing them.
"Of course they are," JJ spoke up, looking down at Kie walking over to Pope on the balcony. "Why wouldn't they?" JJ teased while he took a sip of his beer.
"This used to be a turtle habitat... but who cares about the turtles, I guess..." She scoffed, glancing at JJ.
"I can't have cold towels," JJ chuckled, continuing to tease.
Kie ignored JJ as she glanced up at John B on the roof. She squinted as she looked up at him. "Can you please not kill yourself?" Kie asked John B when she moved her arm to block the sun.
"Yeah... don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one--"
Before JJ could finish his comment, John B tried to balance on the roof's peak with one foot again. However, this time, he wobbled, causing him to drop his beer can when he panicked, nearly falling. The beer can splashed all over the balcony, making Kie and Pope back up.
"Of course, you did... right when I told you," JJ said, shaking his head.
"Smooth," Kie smirked, looking at Pope as she rolled her eyes.
"A-plus." Pope clapped at his friend while John B groaned, mourning his spilled beer on the balcony. Pope went to say something, but he heard the sound of something around the front side of the house. He approached the balcony's edge and saw a car pull up—a cop car.
"Hey!" One of the cops yelled out.
"Hey, uh, security's here..." Pope said, turning to get his friends' attention. "Let's wrap it up." He added, walking back over to where Kie was.
"Boys are early today." John B said, trying to look over the roof to see if he could see the car and the officers.
"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll," JJ said to John B when he rolled over to stand on the scaffolding.
"Let's go, boys," Kie smirked at her friends.
"Gary, is that you?" JJ yelled, moving to try and see if he could see the officers.
"Get down." Pope scoffed at his blond friend.
"It's me!" Gary, the officer JJ mentioned earlier, yelled, going around the side of the house.
"Gary, good to see you, man!" JJ smirked when he moved to finally get down the scaffolding, swinging until his feet hit the wooden balcony.
"Is it time?" John B asked, following after JJ.
"Yeah, you're asking for it." Kie shook her head at JJ while he smirked, leading the way to run to the bottom floor to get to John B's van.
The four teens hollered and cheered as they ran to John B's van. After nearly getting caught twice, JJ was the last to jump into John B's van before John B started to drive off.
"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise," Pope teased, looking out the back window when they saw Gary chasing after the van.
"Come on, Gary!" JJ encouraged the officer as the teens glanced to the side of John B's van, where the door was, to see the guard almost catching up. "Wait. Slow down. Slow down." JJ said to John B, who started to slow down. JJ moved to grab a can of beer before poking his head out to look at Gary, who was running and yelling at the teens.
"You're gonna give him a heart attack," Kie scoffed, looking at Pope and John B.
"Come here, boy. You're so close! You can do it. There you go." JJ teased before tossing the beer to Gary, who stopped to catch it. "Ah! They don't pay you enough, bro." JJ continued to tease, making the boys laugh.
"JJ, stop. Stop." Kie scoffed slightly, grabbing JJ's t-shirt to pull him back into the van.
"Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished." JJ chuckled when they closed the side door before John B returned to his house.
~season 1, episode 1: "Pilot"~
~1062 words~
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