Rosie sits on the floor of the Twinkie, it just being her, John B, and Sarah. Cora went with Pope and Kie to get the stuff for whatever their plan is to get the gold.
Rosie busies herself with tearing at some of the stitching on the chair behind the driver's seat.
"So welcome to the pogue life." She looks up at her brother's voice, the boy addressing Sarah. "Is it everything you ever dreamed of?"
"And more." Sarah answers.
"Ooh."
"Yeah."
"Ooh."
Rosie hears a horn honk behind them. The horn continues to honk and she gets up, seeing a motorcycle behind them.
"Oh, shit. That's Rafe." Sarah says.
Rafe starts to go around them, driving by the Twinkie.
"Hey, pull that piece of shit over!" Rafe yells over his motorcycle.
"You're a piece of shit!" Rosie yells back.
"Whoa, hey." John B scolds.
"What?" She shrugs.
"Agreed, but don't say that shit to someone like him." John B warns.
Rafe speeds up and skids in front of them, John B quickly pressing on the brakes, the van jolting.
"Ow." Rosie grumbles when she crashes into the back of the passenger seat. "Rude."
"Shit." Sarah says. John B opens his door. "No, no, no, no, John B."
"What?" He asks.
"Let me handle him." Sarah gets out.
"Are you okay?" John B asks, turning back to his sister.
"These seats should be softer." Rosie mutters. John B runs his hand over her head, checking for any blood, letting go of her when he doesn't find any.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" They hear Sarah exclaim.
"There she is! Little Miss Perfect!"
"Hello? Are you high?" Sarah grabs his wrist, dragging him a few feet away. "Could have run you over." Rafe takes his helmet off.
"I just heard about your little home invasion." Rafe says. John B gets out of the Twinkie, but stays by the door.
"What are you talking about?" Sarah asks.
"What would dad say if he knew you were robbing drug dealers?" Rafe asks.
"I don't know. Maybe you could tell him if he didn't kick you out." Sarah remarks.
"I tried to take care of my little sister..."
"That's a lie."
"Who's ungrateful, as always."
"I wouldn't be grateful for you either." Rosie mutters.
"Listen, the guy that you robbed is a bad man, Sarah."
"Yeah, I'm aware, Rafe!"
"Listen! He gave me this, okay?" Rafe holds his arm up. "He gave me this for being late on a payment."
"Because you wanted to buy a stupid bike!"
"Listen to me! Listen to me! You stole from him, all right? What do you think he's gonna do to you or your little pogue boyfriend?" Rosie turns around when she hears an approaching motorcycle. She looks at John B whose forehead falls onto his arm.
The bike screeches to a stop by them.
"Come to, uh, try to kill me again, Top?" John B asks, leaning against his van. Topper takes his helmet off and puts it on the handle.
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birds of a feather, obx
Fanfiction[ outer banks -- seasons 1-3 ] Rosie Routledge & Cora Maybank Stand Alone: Birds of a Feather I DO NOT own Outer Banks, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.
