Pogue's way of life ~JJ FanFic

Episode One - Part One

This is where I spend most of my summer mornings. Today was no different sitting on my surfboard waiting for the next wave to catch. The sun is just poking over the hills and mountains. The water is simmering in the light, the peaceful quiet while people walk along the beach and go for their morning swims.

I have been doing this ever since I can remember, my dad used to take me out every morning and spend hours teaching me how to surf, then meeting up for lunch on the beach with mum. That all feels like a lifetime ago. Over the years Outer Banks haven't changed much, Figure 8 is still Kook land, there the rich, wealthy stuck up snobs and then there's The cut the home of the working class known as The Pogues.

I started paddling seeing a wave starting to form. My arms are aching as I have already been out for over an hour judging by how far the sun has moved. I manage to catch the wave perfectly and surf my way towards the shore. I hear a whistle and clapping coming from the shore. Sure enough, as I look up I see JJ one of my best friends standing on the beach whistling and clapping.

"That's my girl Woooo" JJ screams, throwing his arms in the arm.

I quickly made my way to JJ as fast as I could. Carrying my surfboard under my arm the back dragging along the ground creating a line in the sand. When I reached him I put my arm out to give him a side hug.

"Getaway your wet and covered in sand," JJ says jumping back

"Fine then," I say and continue walking up the path to my house. This wasn't always a path, the actual path to the beach from my house was on the other side of the backyard but this way was always faster and had the better surf spot. Mum used to yell at dad and me for wrecking the grass with our boards. Creating a path of worn-down grass and mud. She soon gave up and made dad cut the bushes and trees and add in a proper path. Which of course he never got around to doing. All the days that were good for laying a new path were also the best surf days.

I washed off my board and put it away in the shed. JJ was standing up on the back porch waiting for me to finish. I walked over and opened the back door and walked through to the kitchen. My house is a small one-story three-bedroom place with a small kitchen that can't fit more than one person and a living room that got extended when dad pulled down the wall between the dining room and living room to open the space up. The kitchen is a mustard yellow counter with dark blue cabinets that have aged white benchtops. I opened the fridge door and grabbed out a few beer cans and handed them to JJ which he placed in the cooler on the bench. I also made a quick sandwich for JJ to eat on the way over to meet up with the rest of the Poges in our group.

Once we finally finished walking to John B's place which is only 5 minutes away from my place but if you were going off on how much JJ was complaining about it you would think we had been walking for three weeks straight. Everyone was standing on John B's front porch

"Took you guys long enough, we thought you weren't coming," Karia said, walking down the steps to hug me.

There are five of us in total, JJ, John B, Pope, Karia but we call her Kie and me.

Karia is the only other girl in the group. I was so happy when the boys agreed to let her join the group. I've known JJ since we were born. Our dads used to be best friends and for a while our families were inseparable. John B and JJ have been best friends since kindergarten. They are like brothers and would do anything for each other. Then their Pope the boys met him at school one day and well that was that I wasn't introduced to the group until after Pope. Having 'girl cooties' and all. JJ and I still hung out of course but he never introduced me to his other friends until they saw me and JJ surfing together one day and well now I spend every day with them. Kira was a different story though, her family is from figure eight yes was a kook but came to her senses and decided that we were the place to be, and now she's an honorary pogue.