be my mistake - outer banks (jj maybank)

twelve

Sitting on the bow of the HMS Pogue, Dylan spreads her limbs out, trying to tan as they drive through the marsh. JJ whistles, pointing towards an expensive looking boat.

"Y'all see that? Thats the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance." he says, eyeing the boat enviously. 

"That's 200k, easy." commented Dylan, sitting up from her position to glance at the boat before laying back. Kiara laid down next to her, fanning her hair out behind her. She poked Dylan in the side, giggling.

"We picked the wrong parents." sighed Pope, a look of jealousy painted across his features. Though the pogues wouldn't want to be associated with the kooks, they definitely desired their plush lifestyle. 

"I hate to break it to you guys, but that's Topper and his girlfriend." said John B, lifting his sunglasses. Kiara immediately grimaced at the mention of her ex-bestfriend. Dylan noticed her tense look and squeezed her best friend's hand in reassurance. She remembered the horrible stories Kiara told about Sarah from countless sleepovers, but wasn't sure if the boys truly knew what a bitch she is.

As the boats rumbled past each other, Sarah glanced at the HMS Pogue in disgust before turning back to Topper.

"You don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch!" called Kiara, glaring at the two kooks. Dylan nodded in solidarity, giving them both the middle finger. "Fuck off, kooks!" she yelled. The boys just gave them dirty looks, staying silent. JJ leaned over Dylan, wrapping her arms around her neck from behind.

"That was kinda hot seeing you curse at them, Dyl." he whispered, smirking at the now flustered girl. She slapped his arm and turned away, trying to hide her blush. JJ Maybanks, the best surfer and hottest boy on the Outer banks, thought she, of all people, was hot.

"Yeah, well...no one messes with my boo." she said, blowing Kiara kiss. Kiara pretended to catch it and fake swooned. 

"I thought I was your boo!" he exclaimed, before Dylan slapped a hand over his mouth. They had agreed to not say anything to the group remotely related to their kiss(es). JJ fucked up, big time. Dylan laughed nervously, hoping no one but Kiara heard what he said. Though John B didn't appear to hear JJ's comment, Pope gave Dylan a knowing look. She was not surprised, considering Pope was basically the smartest out of all the pogues. Dylan pressed a finger to her lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. Pope responded silently by pretending to lock his lips and throw away the "key." Good old Pope. 

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"Keep a lookout, alright. We're behind enemy lines." said JJ as John B maneuvered the van into a small parking space in front of the hotel. 

"Hey, put it back man." said John B, referring to the gun in JJ's hand. 

"Yeah, come on J. It's not a good idea." chimed in Dylan, worried that something bad might happen if the gun was found. JJ shot her a dirty look. 

"I thought you were supposed to be on my side." he said, scowling at the girls in the back of the van. 

"Hey, I predict that bringing a gun to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than it solves." said Pope in a "duh" voice. Kiara nodded, saying she might throw the gun in ocean if JJ isn't careful while trying to snatch it away. He quickly moved the gun away from the girl, causing one of his rings to fall off. Finally, John B had enough with JJ's weird obsession with the gun, grabbing it out of his hands.

"You can't grab a gun like that." he sulked, getting out of the car. As the pogues walked to the entrance, Dylan noticed the silver ring on the ground, realizing it was JJ's. When she looked up, the group was long gone, already a couple hundred feet from her. She slipped it on, hoping to remember to give it back later.