Starcrossed Lovers- JJ Maybank

Chapter~2~ The Pogues vs Kooks

"It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island."

The Pogues sat in the van jumping around, chanting, singing the music, you name it. They still felt the adrenaline coursing through their veins from that exciting get-away, even though it happens like, all the time. They still felt that rush, they felt free, they felt like the adventurous teens that they were. As they passed by Figure Eight, JJ rolled his eyes.

"All right. This is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island.
Home of the Kooks.
So, guess where we don't live."

"Bro-" JJ let out, leaning back.
"Whoo!" Kie let out raising her hands up above her head.

Sadie sat back and admired her friends, glad that she had people like them around.

"And then, this is 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!"

The Pogues sat on the boat laughing at a stupid joke Pope had said, Sadie lightly shoving him, he shoved her back, then they all started to shove each other playfully, laughing their asses off.

"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."

Kie and Sadie we're on the boat, low key cuddling, while absentmindedly scrolling through Insta. John B stood at the edge of the boat, bringing up his dinner for the next few weeks. JJ and Pope were talking when John B brought up a net full of fish, some water flinging on the two girls.

"Nice haul, dude, look at that." JJ said, smiling.
"Ugh, John B."
"Yo, JB."
Sadie and Kie simultaneously complained, their faces contorted into disgust.
"Been all bait for, like, three weeks." John B responded to JJ.
"Gross."

"That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade. He's about as local as they come.
Latest in a long line of fishing, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers 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."

JJ sat down, lighting his blunt while laughing. He looked to Sadie and held out his hand, offering it to the petite girl. She shook her head, smiling, JJ shrugged his shoulders, bringing the blunt back to his lips, inhaling it again.

"And that's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her.
When not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo with Sadie, she hangs 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, this Outerbanks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists. Sometimes-well, all the time- Sadie helps out there.
You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. They love Sadie though. I guess we all have a thing for her."

Kie walked past Sadie, who was taking orders at a table, Kie had a tray of hot soup and some crab legs.

"Comin' through!" Kie announced.

She dropped the food off at the designated table, then she turned to go back and get more orders. Sadie started walking back too, to give more orders. Kie caught up to her and slung an arm around Sadie's shoulders, smiling at her.