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Assistant: Title: Problems - JJ Maybank¹
        Author: WrathfulDeity WrathfulDeity 
        Chapter: 1/57 
        Summary: "𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨""𝙅𝙅-""𝙉𝙤, 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚. 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩?"In which five friends go on a treasure hunt that will change their lives.Or//In which Callie Merrick begins to realise that maybe she wants more than a friendship from JJ Maybank.There's just one problem; well. . . one rule.No Pogue-on-Pogue mackingBut where's the fun in that?∴∵ JJ Maybank x fem OC ∵∴∴∵ Kiara Carrera x fem OC ∵∴Outer BanksSeason 1 & 2Updates further on Wattpad (Same username)
        Contents: Chapter 1: 1 - pogues in summer
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  "You're gonna fall to your death. You know that, right?"

  Callie watched as John B walked to the edge of the roof's ridge with a beer in his hand. He lifted one foot, holding his Converse over the edge and his arms spread slightly to help him to maintain his balance.

  After spending the morning on the boat, the Pogues made their way to a house construction site down on Figure Eight. They hung out there for the afternoon drinking beers, laughing, and just having a good time together.

  Figure Eight was the side of the island where the richer residents of the Outer Banks lived, commonly referred to as the Kooks. It was the side where the boats were big and their houses even bigger.

  School was out and the Pogues planned to live up their summer as much as humanly possible. When they weren't out on the HMS Pogue or at the beach trying to catch the best waves, they'd be hanging out at the Chateau, enjoying their freedom.

  At least, that had been the original plan.

  "That's what, a three-storey fall to the deck?" Pope asked from the deck, closing one eye to measure it.

  Callie squinted as she sized it up from her spot on the scaffolding, nodding, "More or less."

  "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival," Pope told John B, raising one finger.

  The boy hummed to himself, sticking his finger in his mouth before holding it out as if to measure the wind speed. He raised his brows as he looked around at his friends for their opinions, "Should I do it?"

  "Yeah, you should jump," Pope replied, picking up an electric drill left behind by the builders, and aiming it at John B as if it were a gun. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

  "You'll shoot me?"

  John B made a finger gun and pointed it at Pope, making a '
  
    pew
  
  ' sound as he pretended to shoot his friend.

  "What do you think it'll be this time?" JJ asked as he turned to Callie who was sitting beside him on the scaffolding. "Broken arm or broken leg?"

  Callie thought for a moment, assessing her options as she took a swig out of the can of beer in her hand. "It was arm last time, right?"

  "Wrist, but close enough," JJ shrugged.

  The girl gave the height a once-over before nodding, "Alright, I'm gonna go with broken leg then. How much this time?"

  "Ten bucks," JJ challenged.

  Callie held a hand out and the two shook on it rather childishly, turning back to see how it would play out.

  John B was usually going dumb things like this, so seeing him standing on the edge of a roof was really nothing new. And if it wasn't him; it would be JJ. It was like they took turns. But at least they were consistent.

  "
  
    Wow
  
  ," John B exclaimed dramatically from the roof, having overheard the conversation.

  "Good to see the faith my friends have in me. I'm touched, honestly," he said as he looked at Callie and JJ, his hand not holding the beer pressed against his chest above his heart.

  Callie squinted as she looked up to meet his eye. "Don't be like that, John B. We have faith," she informed him.

  "Faith that you're going to leave this injured," JJ clarified.

  "Exactly," Callie nodded. "Like, ninety per cent chance."

  John B laughed as he focused back on balancing, taking a sip of his beer as he put his other foot back down on the roof.

  "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kiara scoffed as she walked out of the building, ducking beneath the bars of the scaffolding. The look on her face showed just how frustrated she was by what she had found.

  John B rolled his eyes, "Of course they are. Why wouldn't they."

  "This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?"

  Kiara Carrera was always getting involved in environmental issues like this one. She was always so vocal about things she was passionate about; it was one of the things her friends loved most about her.

  "I can't have cold towels," John B said jokingly.

  "Oh no, we wouldn't want that," Callie laughed, taking a sip of her beer.

  Kiara turned around to look up at the boy on the roof, "Can you please 
  
    not
  
   kill yourself?"

  "Don't spill that beer. I'm not getting you another one," JJ warned, showing his priorities as he drank from his own can.

  John B smirked, raising his foot slightly higher as a form of rebellion. He lost balance for a split second, the beer slipping straight through his fingers. Falling to the deck below, the can cracked and the beer foamed a bit on impact, spilling out onto the ground.

  "
  
    No
  
  ," John B groaned as he regained his balance, arms flailing as he did so. The Pogues' breath had hitched for that half-second, worried that their friend was really about to fall.

  Callie let out a laugh after she got over the shock of nearly seeing him fall. "Nicely done, John B. With style and grace, as always. Right after JJ warned you, too."

  "I aim to please."

  "Smooth," Kie agreed, pursing her lips with an unimpressed look on her face. "Dumbass."

  Callie tipped her head back, finishing off the last few drops of the can in her hand. Lowering it, she gave it a light shake just to make sure it was empty.

  "You got any more?" She asked JJ.

  "Back in the van if you can be bothered; we've finished the rest," he informed her, shifting his red cap to sit better on his head.

  The girl sat for a moment trying to decide whether or not she was desperate enough. She stared at the empty can, turning it in her hands. She then stood up with a sigh and began to walk towards the edge of the scaffolding to climb down.

  "And grab me another while you're at it, Cal!" JJ called after her.

  The girl rolled her eyes with a laugh, beginning to climb down the scaffolding when she noticed a car pulling up by the house. Quickly getting back on the wooden platform, she spoke loud enough so that all of her friends would be able to hear her.

  "Hey, guys, we've got company."

  Pope leaned over the railing to see what she was talking about. "Callie's right, security's here. Let's wrap it up."

  "Boys are early today," John B thought aloud as he took a step away from the edge.

  JJ stood up from the scaffolding, waving John B down from the roof. "Humpty Dumpty, let's roll."

  John B didn't waste any time carefully climbing down the roof onto the scaffolding and following Callie and JJ down the ladder.

  "Gary, is that you?" JJ called as he climbed down. "Gary, good to see you, man!"

  Kie laughed at JJ, "Yeah, you're just asking for it."

  "Does this guy ever take a day off?" Callie asked as she jumped off the ladder, her Converses slapping the concrete.

  Gary called out to JJ, verbally warning the boy and his friends. The Pogues just laughed, running through the open sliding door and back through the house. They all fumbled their way down the narrow staircase to get to the bottom floor.

  Callie ran towards the front door, only to come face-to-face with one of Gary's coworkers. JJ was quick to run to her and grab her arm, pulling her in the opposite direction of the man.

  The two laughed as they ran through the house together. JJ almost ran into Gary, chuckling as he ducked out of the man's reach and continued to move.

  "Not much of a hugger, man!"

  JJ slid his hand down the girl's arm to her hand and dragged her behind him as he went, his laughter ringing out through the empty house. They slipped out of the building and followed Pope to the fence. Somehow, John B and Kie had already made it to the Twinkie and were urging the other three to hurry, laughing while they did so.

  Pope jumped the fence, only for his foot to get caught halfway over. He tripped and landed on the grass roughly, groaning as he did so.

  JJ swung Callie ahead of him, telling her to hurry as he looked over his shoulder to make sure they weren't about to get caught. The girl grabbed hold of the fence and climbed over it quickly, turning back to JJ when she got to the other side. The boy was already making the jump, still laughing at Pope.

  "Get up, Pope, fatso's coming," he said as he ran after Callie towards the van. The boy did as he was told, quickly stumbling to his feet and following JJ.

  "Get here, you little pr@cks!" Gary shouted after the group.

  "Come on, guys!" Kie yelled, laughing as she pushed the door open for the remainders.

  The van slowed down just long enough for the three of them to jump in before John B hit the accelerator again. Gary continued to shout at them as if they were actually going to stop for him, chasing the van down the street.

  Pope grinned as he looked out the back window, "Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise."

  "Gotta hand it to the guy," Callie said, her heart beating as she tried to catch her breath. "He's persistent."

  The security guard ran down the road after them, doing his best to keep up. They weren't going that fast yet, so he wasn't too far behind them for the time being.

  Kie sat looking out the open door, chuckling as she watched the man. "Come on, Gary!"

  The man yelled angrily as he appeared to be getting closer to the van, John B still not increasing the acceleration. Callie was actually impressed given the man's physical condition and the fact that he was wearing long pants and a dress shirt and was still managing to run in the heat.

  "Wait, slow down," JJ instructed John B as he climbed past Kie and Callie to get to the door. "Cal, hand me a beer."

  "Guys, you're gonna give him a heart attack," Kie said as John B did as JJ asked, only half-joking.

  Callie reached over and slipped a beer free of the plastic ring holding it to the rest. Turning back, she then handed it to JJ. The boy accepted the can before grabbing ahold of the inside of the van and leaning out of the open door.

  "You're so close! You can do it," he encouraged Gary, who still looked supremely p@ss@d off. JJ then tossed the can to him, the man fumbling for a moment before catching it.

  "There you go. They don't pay you enough, bro!"

  "JJ, stop," Kie said as she pulled him back inside the van, sounding like she was beginning to feel bad for the man who had given up on chasing them finally.

  "Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished," the boy stated, still smiling widely.

  John B finally began to go the speed limit, leaving Gary behind with a beer in his hand and an angry look on his face. Callie pulled the door shut before sitting back down, glancing across at JJ. "That man is way too determined. Just you wait, he's gonna end up catching you one day, J."

  "Oh, come on. Give me some credit, Cal," he smirked, sitting back down. "When have I ever done anything that dumb?"

  The girl's brows raised, "Do you really want me to answer that?"

  JJ shrugged, winking at her, "Stupid things have good outcomes all the time. Maybe it's because of my choices that we never get caught."

  "Your logic astounds me," Pope scoffed, listening to the conversation.

  They all laughed, the music being turned up as they drove. The Twinkie left the Figure Eight side of the island and arriving back on the southside; the Cut.

  The Cut was the home of the working class and the Pogues. It was the side of the island where as soon as you were old enough to work, you got yourself a job. Hell, even Callie's eleven-year-old brother did small jobs like dog-walking to earn some pocket money.

  The sun was beginning to set as John B pulled over at the Chateau. The six of them unloaded from the van and made their way around the back of the old fish shack. As JJ went inside to retrieve more beers for the group, Kie went and got the speaker and the others went about setting up the firepit for them all to sit around.

  Less than twenty minutes later they were all sitting around the fire talking, music playing softly in the background. Most of their conversation had been mundane so far - well, as mundane as it could get when it was the Pogues. But eventually, they looped back to John B and what had caused the pouting look on his face.

  "John B, your meeting with DCS is coming up, isn't it?" Kiara asked, tuning in on what was bothering him.

  The boy nodded as he drained the remainder of the beer in his hand. John B's father had gone missing at sea about nine months ago and no one had heard from him since. His uncle T had become his guardian after this but hadn't stayed long, disappearing to Mississippi to build houses.

  The DCS had found out and were now trying to sort out what to do with the teenager. The options were either his legal guardian show up, or he goes into foster care. Unfortunately for John B, his uncle didn't look like he was going to be coming home any time soon, and unfortunately for the DCS, John B wasn't going to go into foster care willingly.

  "We'll figure something out," Callie told him, giving a nod of certainty. "We always do. They're not going to take you away."

  "Thanks, Cal," <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON> said, attempting to smile but it fell flat. While he believed his friends would try to keep him here when it came down to it, there would only be so much they could do in the end.

  All he could think, though, was that it shouldn't have been happening. His dad should be home with him and the conversations about the DCS coming to take him away shouldn't be what's on their minds.

  "Come on, we came here to have a good time!" JJ exclaimed, raising his beer. "John B you're not going anywhere, so quit moping, have a drink, and let's have some fun."

  All of the pogues rose their cans with a small cheer of excitement and agreeance, changing the topic to something not quite as mood-dampening. Eventually, JJ even brought out a couple of joints he had stashed away at the Chateau. 

  "So, what are we doing tomorrow?" Callie pondered aloud before taking a drag.

  John B took the joint from her once she was done, shrugging, "Why do we need to plan anything?"

  "We don't need to plan anything," Pope stated. "But having an idea never hurt anyone."

  "
  
    Or
  
  ," JJ countered. "We could just wing it? Live in the moment, you know?

  Kie laughed at the boys as she lowered the can of beer from her lips, "Well, I'm working, so I won't be living in the moment until around four."

  "We can make that work."

  "Besides, we have to get in some fun before Agatha arrives. We're gonna be on clean up, for sure," Callie reminded them all.

  Pope shook his head, "That's still a few days away." 

  None of them realised how much was going to change after those last few days of normality. How could they? Callie, for one, never would have guessed where the hurricane would lead them all.

  The night continued on in a consistent manner; smoking, drinking and laughing as the fire slowly began to die out. As it got later, their conversation began to die down also.

  The buzzing of her phone drew Callie away from the conversation she had been having with Kie. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she tapped the cracked screen and unlocked it to see she had received a text from her mum.

  "I've gotta go," she sighed, standing up. "My parents want me home."

  "It's summer, why do you have to go?" Kie asked with a frown.

  Callie shrugged as she put down her can of beer, "I think they're just worried. With Agatha so close they're always checking where I am. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

  "Did you want a ride?" John B offered, reaching for the keys to the Twinkie.

  The girl waved her hand, shaking her head, "It's all good. It's not that far a walk."

  "Don't forget, we're going surfing at sun up," JJ told the girl, reminding her of the lessons she had convinced him to give her. Not that it would have taken much convincing for JJ to say yes.

  "I'll be there," Callie nodded. "But if you push me off the board again like you did last time and try to call it a lesson, I will hand you over to Gary myself."

  JJ laughed at the memory, "It's not my fault you can't surf for sh@t, Cal. I mean, c'mon, you rent out boards."

  "Just because I rent out surfboards, doesn't automatically mean I have the ability to surf, JJ" she pointed out. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

  The other four looked between themselves, awkwardly mumbling and trying to convince each other to answer.

  "You've gotten better," Pope offered.

  "Alright, I see how it is," Callie said, nodding slowly.

  John B raised his hands with a laugh, "That's a good thing, Cal. You used to be way worse."

  "Yeah, at least now you can stay on the board when you catch a wave," JJ tacked on.

  "So supportive," Callie rolled her eyes, chuckling to herself as she began to walk backwards away from the group.

  "I'll meet you at the usual spot."

  After JJ nodded in agreement, Callie turned and began to walk home.'
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