(First off, I would like to say in each imagine i will use the same name unless someone gives me an idea and wants a specific name to be used. Thanks- Loner)
THIS STORY DOES NOT FOLLOW THE PLOT LINE OF OBX
"Run away with me," JJ spoke softly to me.
I look at him wide eyed. "What?"
"lets run away together. We have nothing to loose."
Okay. So before we jump ahead of ourselves, lets go back to how this started. I'm Brooke. Brookelyn "Brooke" Jordan. I am 15 years old and I'm a pogue. My friends are John B, Pope, Kiara, and JJ. We are from the cut of Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth. I live in a run down house basically all by myself. Well, sorta. My dad is usually out drinking. And if he's not home, I stay at John B's place with him and JJ. But anyways, thats enought about me.
"Brookelyn! JJ! Get your asses up! We got to go with the rest of the gang!" John B says loudly from across the room.
"It's Brooke," I mumble.
Me, well, I'm just laying on the pull out on this very comfy mattress with an enormousness headache from the drinking we did. Wait. This mattress is never THIS comfy. I turn my head to look at the thing I was laying on. Tan body. Abed chest. I slowly look up to see no other than JJ Maybank. Did I mention earlier he has been my crush since the first time we hung out?
I sit up as fast as I could. Which caused him to sit up, him just being slower than me. He looked rough and I probably did as well. He looks me in the eyes then looks down at my legs and blushed. I wondered why and saw I was STRADDLING him. I got up and went to the bathroom with my bag of clothes.
I looked in the mirror and man did I look rough. My mascara was running all down my face (mostly under my eyes). My hair looked like I have not brushed it in days. And did I mention the black eye and bruised all over my body. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT.
I put on a bit of makeup after I wiped the mascara off my face (makeup consisting of concealer, mascara, blush, and a bit of eyeliner). I also put on a flower design bikini with light blue shorts, white vans, a couple of bracelets, and a bandanna on my neck. Since I had bruises, I decided to cover them at least a bit. So I put concealer on them.
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After I was done, I walked out and saw John B and JJ ready and standing outside with Pope and Kie. I walked out and just stood there beside Kie (farthest from JJ) until they saw I was ready.
"Took you fucking long enough," JJ chuckled and John B laughed with him.
"Lets just go. I'm bored already," I huff and get in Twinkie. Twinkie is John B's van. They all look confused but they don't ask questions.
"Where are we going?" I ask a few minutes into the ride. Pope sat in the front with John B, Kie sat in the middle and I sat in the back with JJ. Sadly.
"We are going fishing but first, we need bait so, we are going to get some," John B replied. I take JJ's hand-rolled weed from him and take a big puff of it. I was under a lot of stress and my head was killing. I needed something to make me forget.
"Brooke, are you smoking?" John B questioned.
Like JJ, I got high and drunk a lot. Well I used to get high a lot. Now its mostly getting drunk. I was clean for about 5 or 6 months but now, it will get bad again. I love getting high. I love the feeling. Nothing matters.
"Hell ya. So?" I laugh a bit. It is now getting to my head. This is where I get really fun.
We finally got the bait and we are now on the HMS Pogue. John B's boat. I was also EXTREMELY high. Which means I'm reckless.
I was siting next to JJ, who was also very high, in the back of the boat as the others were in the front. I look him dead in the eyes and he does the same. My eyes flicker to his lips then back to his eyes. We both lean in. (I know the others weren't looking because they gave up on us a while ago.)
Next thing I know, our lips are together. As in, we are kissing. I am kissing my crush. JJ Maybank. His lips were soft. And they fit perfectly against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and swirled and pulled the ends of his hair in the back. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me close so I was sitting on him. I was thankful that the others were playing music. And that it was night.
He slipped his tongue in my mouth and groaned softly. God, did that turn me on even more. So I know there is a no Pogue macking Pogue rule, but, at this point, fuck that rule. Its so effing stupid. Like whoever made that rule up, what the hell?
Things got a little more heated in a little amount of time. But we had to break apart (for now) to make sure no one caught on.
He whispers in my ear, "Don't think this is over yet."
I give him one last peck and say, "I wouldn't dream of it."
