Macking With a POGUE / JJ Maybank X Reader

Chapter One

Outer Banks.
Paradise on Earth.

What makes a Pogue a Pogue? Is it the lifestyle you live? The morals you live by? The car you take to your nine to five, if you even have the luxury of owning one. is it the hand-me-down clothes on your back that you sometimes wear more than twice a week, or your single story shack of a house you call home? Maybe.

But to you, it's always been more than that. To you, a Pogue is proudly surfing your biggest wave. Giving matching stick-n-pokes to your four best friends in your eighth grade science class instead of studying. Stealing your mom's beat up pickup truck just for the fun of it. But it's okay because you'd be convinced by your best friends that it wasn't stealing, but simply just borrowing for the greater good. A pogue to you is living day and night how you want it, not how others say you should be. You do whatever you want, when you want, and how you want.

At least this is how you felt. That's how your half of the island would tell the average american. Then you have the other half of the banks. Your "rivals" some would say. They see Pogues differently... way differently. You call them "Kooks." The people you've always envied, but understood. Dumb rich kids who've only ever been handed everything their whole lives. The side with fancy cars, three story homes with the additional vacation home. You swear you've never seen them wear the same shirt twice.

You choose to avoid them when you can. It's better this way. Why bother finding a common ground? They'll always see you the same way. Dirty, poor, and troubled. But Pogues will always see them as stuck up, prissy-rich assholes. It's not something you ever see changing. Especially when hearing the way your friends talk about them.

There's Pope, Pope Heyward. He's truly the 'Pope' of the group. The one who glues everything and everyone together. You find yourself siding with him most of the time. Your beliefs align almost perfectly. "I just don't get it. My Pops works his ass off at the shop," Mr. Heyward, Popes father owns and runs a seafood shop, supplying fish to the entire island, including the Kooks, "And he still caters to them, while they just disrespect him to his face. Shits crazy.." His dad likes to say "That's just the way of the world". He strives for Pope to get off this island and the best way of doing so is to get rid of the crew of rejects he calls friends. Your hand pats his shoulder for comfort.

"Because they've never been taught common decency a day in their lives."

"Said one of the good ones, ain't that right Kie." Said one of the Pogues. It was JJ . Kiara Carrera shot a glare at the boy, almost as if she was looking through him. He felt it. She was a Kook to most. Her parents owned a popular restaurant that attracted a shit ton of Tourons. Kie was raised in a beautiful home with two loving parents, one former Pogue father and one Kook-born mother on the North side, Figure 8. But to you and the others, she was a Pogue through and through. You'd say she's proven herself time and time again, "It's pretty friggin' nice having a 'Pook' around don't get me wrong. Y'know how many times we would've been stranded in the Twinkie if it hadn't been for Kie's emergency credit card?" JJ joked.

JJ was the biggest idiot of the five of you. Just yesterday, you could recall yelling for him to get down from the roof of a house under construction. About three beers in, he was so determined to do a flip into water just below the house. Thank god you all convinced him not to. Kie couldn't afford to explain another urgent care bill to her parents. When he's not being an idiot, he's probably out surfing. He taught you in middle school. The same year John B decided on the "No Pogue-On-Pogue Macking" rule. At one point, you'd all been crushing one another. Can't afford to ruin friendships, right?

"And I'm forever in Kie's favor." John B said, raising his second Bud Light in his right hand. He's been through some tough shit throughout his sixteen years of life. Mother was absent and his father went missing nearly 9 months ago. He's been living at home with zero adult supervision. This made his place your group's main hang out spot. You all called it the "Chateau".