We're the pogues, and our mission this Summer is to have a good time, all the time.
John B dangles his leg over a roof of a house, looking down.
"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" A concerned Pope says. "I'll give you a one-in-three chance of survival."
"Hm." John B ponders. "Should I do it?"
"Yeah jump, I'll shoot you on the way down." Pope holds up a drill and pretends it's a gun.
"You'll shoot me?" John B chuckles.
"Yep. Pow!"
"There gonna have japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kie complains, walking out from the unfinished construction side and onto the balcony.
"Of course, why wouldn't they?" jj takes a swig of his beer.
"What's the difference between an American toilet and a japanese toilet?" Darla asks with pure seriousness and curiosity.
"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess." Kiara groans, ignoring Darlas stupidity.
"I cant have cold towels," jj tilts his head as he speaks.
"Can you please not kill yourself?" Kie pleads with john b.
"I'm not feeling like starring as a witness in a news report," Darla sighs.
"Yeah, me too." jj looks up at John b.
John b holds up a licked finger to check which direction the winds blowing.
"Don't spill that beer, I'm not giving you another one." jj clarifies.
"Woah!" John B drops the beer as jj says it. "Oh shit."
"Of course you did, smooth." jj sarcastically comments.
"A-plus." Kiara rolls her eyes.
"Just as he said it." Darla shakes her head.
"Hey!" A plump man from down below calls out to the teenagers.
"Hey, uh security's here." Pope nervously tells the rest.
"Let's wrap it up, boys are early today."
"Humpty dumpty, let's roll."
"Yeah. let's go boys," Kie smirks.
"Gary is that you?" Jj teases the fat man. "It's me Gary, good to see you man!"
"Is it time?" John B chuckles as the teens scatter.
"JJ!" The fat man yelps.
The teens laugh and shout excitedly as the make their way out of the construction site.
The second guard goes to grab jj but loses grip.
"Not much of a hugger, man!" jj laughs, running backwards to tease him.
Darla runs behind jj. "Hey, I like hugs!" She shouts at the guard, letting him come closer and then running off.
"Go Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go!" Darla and jj cheer Pope on as he tries to hop the fence smoothly. He fails by falling flat on his face on the other side, the teens laugh at him.
"Get up, Pope, fatso's coming" Darla pats him on the back and runs off to the Volkswagen hippy van they called 'the Twinkie.'
"Come here you little pricks!" Gary screams.
"Bus is leaving!" John B honks the horn as Darla, Pope and jj hop in.
Gary sprints after the van.
"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise." Pope points out.
"Come on Gary! Wait, slow down." jj orders to tease Gary.
"You're gonna give him a heart attack!" Kie cries.
Darla holds her stomach from laughter as she watches it all unfold.
"You're so close! You can do it! There you go." jj yeets a beer at gary, who catches it.
"jj, stop! stop." Darla pulls jj back into the van and tilts her head, laughing but feeling a bit bad for gary.
"Oh come on Darling, That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished." he uncontrollably cackles out.
The teens laugh as the twinkie soars off into the horizon.
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John B walks into a hut with many people looking up at a tv, alerting the island that a hurricane is approaching The Outer Banks.
He's thrilled, he has a DCS meeting, in which now is forced to be canceled. Time to surf some waves.
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"It's a double overhead out there, bro" John B laughs excitedly.
Darla, Pope and John B run out onto the beach with surf boards.
"Double overhead?" Pope anxiously repeats.
Thunderclaps, frightening Pope, but exciting Darla.
"Those aren't surf-able waves, bro." Pope informs the two.
"Which makes it all the more interesting." Darla says, with a massive grin.
The three run out to shore, and paddle deeper, before surfing deadly waves.
Darla overcame almost every single, one.. except one where she was fling across the water and landed on Popes board.
Darla sits up on her board, looking out on the horizon. He spots a grady white being sailed along the monstrous waves. What is someone doing sailing out into the sea in these conditions? she thought.
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DARLA POV:
I stretch out my legs and hear them both crack.
The sun is blinding me, so I use my hand as shade.
I look beside me to see jj sprawled on his stomach, fast asleep.
John B comes out of his room. "Yo, Darl, jj, you been outside?" He asks.
"Not yet," I peek out the window.
"I have polio, bro, I cant walk." jj groans.
maybe he is awake.
I stand up and go outside with John b, thunder clatters in the distance.
"Oh man," John B groans, I follow behind.
"Thats no good." I sigh, crossing my arms and looking at the wreckage.
"Oh god." John b seems real stressed.
"Agatha did some work, huh?" the blonde boy appears behind us.
He burps, which makes me roll my eyes and give him a death stare.
"What you thinkin'?" jj smiles, looking at me and john b.
"I'm thinkin' that the storm pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze." I told them, smirking.
"All those drum are gonna chase the crab." John b finishes for me.
"What about DCS, wasn't that today?" jj raises an eyebrow.
"Nah they're not getting on a ferry," John B says, looking at the ruins.
"Come on think about it, it's god telling us to fish."
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The boys chat about smugglers boats while I lay in the back, with jean shorts and a bikini top on. If i had a dollar for every time jj looked me up and down, you could call me a kook.
"Hi Ms.Amy! You guys get through it?" jj waves at Ms.Amy and her blonde daughter.
"Still here." Amy replies, picking up trash.
"She totally looked at me," jj said to John b.
"I saw it." John b fed into his delusions.
"She looked at me dumbasses, I waved at her." I scoff.
jj swivelled around. "You're just jealous other girls are looking at me."
I nod. "Right, whatever you believe in j." I lean against the end of the boat.
"Agatha what did you do!" jj laughed.
"She's a crazy lady." John b says with a weird accent.
"Hard-core, phew." jj sighs.
"Hurricane surge, yeah." John b nods.
"We'll be cleaning this all summer." jj adds.
"When's the last time you picked up a piece of trash jj?" I ask, knowing he probably can't remember.
"Uh, yesterday, actually. I picked up the can john b dropped and threw it at fatso gary." he tells me, acting like he accomplished something.
"So John B littered, you picked it up, then re littered?" I ask, tilting my head.
"gary's head is technically a trash can." he laughs.
I nod in defeat.
"Well look who we have here." jj whoops.
"We have a safety meeting, attendance mandatory." John b calls out.
"I cant pops got me on lockdown," Pope says, holding a trash bag.
"Your dads a pussy, over." jj says onto his shoulder, mimicking static.
"I heard that you little bastard." Heyward, Popes dad, says with attitude.
"Sorry Heyward, but we need your son." I shrug.
"Yeah, and day after hurricanes a free- day. Island rules." jj follows on.
"And who made that rule?" Heyward asks, his hands on his hips, his eyebrow raised.
"Uh.." jj stutters.
"Pentagon, I think.. we have security clearance." I help jj with the lie, then looking at him with a smile.
jjs already looking, grinning as we do our pogue hand shake.
"Think I'm stupid?" Heyward yells.
I look at back at him. "No sir,"
Pope drops the trash bag. "I'll do it tomorrow, I promise, Tomorrow." He reassured his father while making his way to the edge of the dock.
"You think- no no. HELL no, you're doing it right now!" Heyward yells as his son as he makes a jump for the moving boat.
"You get your ass back here!"
"Love you pops!" Pope stands up on the boat.
"When you get back, you gone clean shrimp, clean fish and clean YOUR DIRTY ASS ROOM!" Heyward is still yelling as the boat it pulling away.
"We promise to have him back in one piece," John B yells back.
"Maybe missing an limb, but that's not too much of a difference." I shrug.
"AND I DONT LIKE YOUR FRIENDS!" Heyward finishes.
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"Watcha got? Some juice boxes?" Pope asks The curly haired brunette walking down the dock.
I jump up excitedly and hold out my hand for her to get on, she takes it and we sit down together.
"You know, just some carrot sticks, yogurts." She says as she carefully steps into the boat.
"How bout my kind of juice box?" Jj says, smiling.
"Yeah." Kie answers in a squeaky voice.
"What about my seasoning? my herb?" I say, referring to weed.
"That's jjs job silly,"
I look over at jj, he pinches his pockets and turns them inside out. "Ricky's all out, I tried to get more."
I groan. "I could've really used a joint, to be honest."
"Brace for impact," John b assures us, as the boat speeds up.
"Salud." I say.
"Skoal." jj says after me.
jj stands up and stumbles to front of the boat with a full beer bottle. "Bet you cant do this,"
"A party Trick." He stands, his head back.
"Terrifying." Kie laughs.
"God how many times do we have to go through this, it never works." I moan.
"I got this Darl, have a little faith." He says, his empty hand running through his hair.
Pope is in control of the boats journey, and gets demanded by j to speed up some more.
"Here we go, I'm movin'." He says, pulling the accelerator back.
I hold onto the edge as the boat speeds up, jj holds the beer in the air, trying to catch it in his mouth.
The beer splatters all over the boat. "You're getting beer in my hair jj!" Kie complains.
I crawl to the back, where I won't get drenched.
"Alright alright!"
"Okay you're done jj! stop!"
the motor rattles, and the boat scones to an abrupt stop. I hear a huge splash in the water. The rest scream as I bang my head off the back of the boat.
"Jesus pope!" I groan, holding the back of my head as my sight starts to go dizzy.
"You okay jj?" John B asks, running to the front of the boat.
jj lays back down in the water, his eyes closed. "I think my heels touched the back of my head." He gurgles.
"Kie you okay?"
"I'm alright," Kie moans.
"Darl- what's wrong?" Pope quickly runs over to me.
I feel really tired. "Pope I whacked my head off the end of the boat you idiot." I say, my speech slurred.
"Shit, I'm so sorry." Pope frowns.
jj climbs back onto the boat. "Darl? What happened to her?" His voice is panicked.
"She clarked the back of her head." Kie says, worried and kneeling over me.
"What happened to the engine?" John B says, observing the controls.
"Old girl couldn't handle the speed, I suppose." Pope shrugged.
"Darl, shit. This is my fault. I'm sorry." jj keeps apologising, which is cute, but I'm literally seeing stars.
"It's.. Its fine j." I manage to blurt.
He takes my head and curdles me in his arms, my heart races- he definitely knows how to heal me.
"Guys.. I think there's a boat down there." I hear Pope say.
I sit up, not realising Pope had moved to the front of the boat.
"What? no way." Kie stands up to see for herself.
I manage to stumble up and stand properly, jj holds me, caring about me but also wanting to see this boat.
I get to the edge, and my eyes widen. "Holy fuck."
Little did we know.
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END OF CHAPTER ONE
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