IN WHICH after choosing one friend over the other Talia Anderson has to learn how to live life like a pogue. Even though the pogue king, John Booker Routledge, hates her guts.
(...john b routledge x fem oc)
(... outerbanks, season one-four)
(... sli...
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❝spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in i can see you're lonely down there don't you know that i am right here?❞
-satellite, harry styles
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chapter twenty two, A LITTLE POGUE BEHAVIOUR
"holy fucking shit" Talia and Kiara stood at the kitchen counter in the Chateau, staring down at the piece of gold. They had gotten back about thirty minutes prior, and John B was on a beer run, the group ready to celebrate.
"Okay, come on, we gotta put that thing away." Pope tried to be the voice of reason with the pair, and JJ walked in with a laugh.
"Nobody asked Pope, we wanna look at it." He tried to move forward but stopped with a scoff as Pope stood in his path.
"you're not going anywhere near that thing." Pope held his hand up, and the blonde shook his head.
"you're not getting any beer," JJ tsked, astonished at the pogue's lack of faith in him. Talia looked up, watching the two with an amused smile. Maybe indulging in a little pogue behaviour had its benefits.
"that's fine," Pope laughed, playfully shoving the boy backwards and further from where the girls were.
"Come on, Pope, let him look at it. It's so pretty." Talia held it up like a baby, the now clean, shiny gold bar sparkling from the candle flame. She looked between the gold and the pogue, waiting for him to agree.
"I promise, if you let him near that thing, he'll find a way to spend it," Pope informed the newcomer, and she was about to shake her head in dismissal, but Kiara's face stopped her.
"Are you idiots done looking at that thing?" John B opened the door, walking in with a case of beer.
"You're telling me you didn't admire it the entire way back? You didn't even want to let it go," Kiara and John B quietly bickered as Talia finally handed it to Pope so the boy could find a safe place to tuck it away. The pogue made sure JJ didn't follow him before leaving the kitchen.
"Well, come on, time to party," JJ cheered, moving to help John B with the beer.
Talia peeled her tired eyes open as she woke up, her hand hitting the dew-covered grass as it flopped out of the hammock she was squeezed in. She forced herself to sit up, and Pope and JJ sprawled around her. She twisted her head, wincing as she stretched, and found John B half out of the other hammock as Kiara had her feet swung out of it.
"what the fuck" Talia whispered, wincing at the headache that accompanied the early morning. The girl took a second to try and piece everything together. The sun had barely risen, and yet Talia Anderson already had the taste of cheap beer on her tongue, a piercing headache, and not a single memory of the night before.
