"Hard-core, dude. Hurricane surge," JJ states.
John B nods. "Yeah."
"We'll be cleaning this all summer," I offer.
"That is my nightmare," John B states.
I smile as we drift in front of Heyward's place. Pope is on the dock cleaning up.
"Well, look who we have here," I say.
JJ whoops mimicking a siren.
John B mimics speaking into a radio. "We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory." He mimics static.
"I can't. My pop's got me on lockdown," Pope tells us.
"Come on, man." JJ mimics static. "Your dad's a pussy. Over."
Heyward walks towards us. "Oh, I heard that, you little bastard."
"We need your son," John B tells him.
"Yeah, and island rules. Day after a hurricane's a free day," JJ argues.
Heyward gives him a look. "Who made that up?"
"Uh... Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. I have a card," JJ tells him.
"Think I'm stupid?" Heyward questions.
"I'll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow," Pope tells his dad.
"You think. No, no. Hell no. You doin' it right now," Heyward insists.
"Get in the boat," John B whispers.
"Make a run for it," JJ whispers.
"Come on, Pope," I whisper.
"Boy, if you get in that boat," Heyward starts.
Pope hops into the boat ignoring his dad's warnings.
"How does that feel?" JJ asks.
"Go, go, go," Pope tells John B.
"Bring your ass back up here," Heyward demands.
"I promise I'll do it tomorrow, Dad," Pope assures.
"Whoo!" JJ shouts while swinging a rope.
"You gonna clean shrimp, clean fish," Heyward warns.
"Love you, Pops," John B tells him.
"You'll clean your dirty-ass room!" Heyward shouts.
"We'll bring him back in one piece. No more than two. I promise!" I shout.
"And I don't like your friends!" Heyward shouts.
We head off towards Kie's house. She's waiting for us at the end of her dock. I see she has a cooler with her.
"Oh, top o' the mornin' to ya," JJ greets.
"Good morning," Kie says.
"Morning," John B replies.
"Whatcha got?" I ask.
"You got some juice boxes?" Pope questions.
"You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks," Kie teases.
JJ helps her into the moving boat. "How about my kind of juice box?"
"Yeah," Kie says.
"Brace for impact," John B jokes.
Kie puts down the cooler and pulls out beers. I cheers mine with hers. "Cheers.
"Salud," Kie says.
We take the boat out into the marsh. The marsh is our own little world. Tourists and Kooks stick to the beaches. Us Pogues find a home in the marsh with no one else around.
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fade away youth// rafe cameron
FanfictionAdeline Priscila Rose Dawson is a Pogue through and through. Moving from the cut to Figure Eight wasn't going to change that. At 16 the only thing Addie has on her mind is spending the summer doing stupid things with her friends and boyfriend. When...
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