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A group of Kooks stumbled past, one of them bumping clumsily into your back. You flinched, muttering a small 'ouch' under your breath, but before you could even register it, JJ had shifted, eyebrows set into a firm frown. His arm tightened around you, pulling you closer, almost flush against his side. He shot a glare over his shoulder at the retreating figures, a silent warning in his narrowed, blue eyes. The Kooks, perhaps sensing the latent danger radiating from him, didn't even glance back.

"Dick..." He scoffed. "You alright?" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

"Yeah, fine," you whispered, leaning into his embrace. You loved how he always had your back, how his protectiveness felt less like control and more like an unbreakable shield.

Later, as the party swelled and the music grew louder, you decided to brave the makeshift dance floor. JJ, of course, was right there with you, his movements loose and uninhibited. You laughed, trying to mimic his carefree sway, when a guy, someone you barely knew, tried to cut in.

"Hey," he slurred, a little too close, a little too familiar. JJ immediately clocked it, his shoulders tensing. "Wanna dance?"

Before you could even formulate a polite refusal, JJ stepped in front of you, his body a solid barrier. He didn't say anything, didn't even raise his voice. He just looked at the guy, a slow, deliberate sweep of his gaze that started at the kid's shoes and ended with a piercing stare into his eyes. It was a look that spoke volumes.

The guy's confidence visibly deflated. He mumbled an apology, something about "just asking," and quickly retreated into the crowd.

JJ turned back to you, a slight smirk on his lips. "The fuck's up with everybody tonight? 's like douchebag central..." he said, then pulled you closer, his hand finding the small of your back and holding you firmly against him as he resumed dancing. Every so often, he'd lean down and whisper something silly in your ear, or press a soft kiss to your temple, making sure anyone watching knew exactly where his attention, and yours, was.

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“Jackson? Are you getting up? Your grandfather wants to be out of the house within the hour.” The gentle voice of Larissa, Jackson’s mother, floats through his door as he props himself up on his elbows.

“I’m getting up. Tell him I’ll be down soon.” Jackson calls back, pushing himself up into a sitting position and stretching his arms above his head. After stretching, Jackson forces himself up and heads into his en-suite bathroom, showering and then changing into some nice clothes to wear to the Island Club, the country club. It was not unusual for Jackson and his family to go to the country club on Kildare at the weekends. Wes enjoyed catching up with his friends over a drink or two while Larissa enjoyed seeing her friends and Jackson would play some golf. He occasionally hung out with the likes of Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton but to say he enjoyed their company was an exaggeration of the highest degree. They mostly hung around him because they wanted to make themselves look good. It was no secret that the Genrettes were among the wealthiest of the Kooks. Rafe and Topper had attempted to use Jackson as a way to boost their own social status, something Jackson despised. He had been raised to respect everyone regardless of their status, Kook or Pogue, they were still people at the end of the day so Jackson wasn’t going to treat anyone any differently, something that Rafe and Topper frequently disapproved of.

After he finished getting ready for the day, Jackson made his way downstairs, smiling as he greeted his mother and grandfather as they sat at the table eating their breakfast.

“Good of you to join us, Jackson,” Wes says, his voice teasing as Jackson sits in his chair, plating up some food and digging in.

“I like to keep you on your toes, Grandpa,” Jackson replies with a joking wink, making Wes chuckle and roll his eyes. The three eat their breakfast quietly, stopping only to converse once in a while and once they all finished, they grabbed their things and made their way to the front door.

“Jackson, are you okay to drive the boat?” Wes asks, his smile already telling that he knows the answer.

“You know I am,” Jackson replies, grabbing the keys to the yacht from the box and heading over to the dock. The three board the boat and Jackson is quick to untie the rope before heading up to the wheel to start the engine and drive the yacht over to the docks of the Kildare country club. When they docked, Jackson helped his mom and his grandfather disembark the yacht before following them to the small restaurant, smiling as Wes went to greet his friends and Larissa spotted her friends.

“Are you going to play some golf or are you going to hang around here?” Larissa asks, turning to look at Jackson who shrugs lightly.

“It seems pretty quiet right now, I might see if I can get some time on the course before everyone else shows up,” Jackson says with a soft laugh.

“Okay. I’ll be here and so will Grandpa. Come back whenever you’re ready.” Larissa says, watching as Jackson nods with a smile.

“Got it. No different to any other week. I love you, Mom.” Jackson says, hugging his mom, and both of them smile ear to ear.

“I love you two, Sweetie. Now have fun.” Larissa says softly, gesturing loosely for Jackson to head off which he does. Jackson makes his way to the country club's golf building, heading to his own locker to grab his gold clubs and golf balls before making his way out to the course to set up his first tee.

“Yo, Genrette!” Jackson couldn’t help but sigh when he heard the familiar voice of Topper call out, turning to face both him and Rafe with a forced smile on his face, hoping his sunglasses would mask the fakeness of the emotion.

“What’s up?” Jackson says nonchalantly, fist-bumping Topper’s outstretched hand and nodding curtly towards Rafe.

“Just wanted to get some time in on the courses.” Rafe shrugs as Jackson nods, eyeing the pair cautiously. He didn’t recall seeing them when he made his way through the country club, yet he was unsurprised they’d popped up mere seconds after he arrived at the course. Knowing he now didn’t have a way out of the situation, Jackson was forced to allow the two to tag along with him, making their way around the various courses. Eventually, all three decided they wanted to buy a drink after spending a few hours playing golf in the hot Kildare sun. After returning their clubs to their lockers, they made their way to the small restaurant and bar and it took Rafe less than two seconds to be an asshole.

Jackson was semi-familiar with you. He knew your name, he knew that you worked the bar and restaurant at the country club, and he knew you were a Pogue. But other than that, you were a complete mystery to him. You were friendly enough to the Kooks who were polite, but you bit back with fierce venom if someone was ever rude or demanding of you.

“Hey, grab us all a drink.” He demands as he approaches the bar, completely ignoring that you were in the middle of doing something.

“It would be helpful if I knew what it was you wanted.” You reply, not even lifting your gaze to look at him as you talk, still focused on what you are doing.

“You know exactly what we want,” Rafe says, his hands turning into fists at your attitude.

“I’m not a mind reader, Rafe. How do you expect me to know what you want?” You then say, abandoning the task you were doing to address Rafe properly, not caring about how you were pushing his buttons. Jackson couldn’t help but admire your attitude towards him, most tiptoed around Rafe but you, in typical Pogue-like fashion, were not afraid to stand up to him.

“You piece of shit,” Rafe says, suddenly lunging and grabbing a fistful of your shirt, pulling you closer as you slam against the bar. 

“Rafe, back off.” Jackson suddenly says, stepping forward and ripping Rafe away from you, shoving him towards Topper and keeping himself firmly in between you and him.

“You’re choosing to defend that bitch?” Topper asks, astounded as he helps steady Rafe.

“Don’t call her that,” Jackson replies, his jaw set as he stares down the two.

“Come on man. She’s a Pogue.” Rafe says loudly, not caring about the attention he is gaining from the rest of the people in the restaurant.

“So? It doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole.” Jackson says firmly, his glare hardening by the second.

“Look, let’s go and sit down. Since Genrette wants to be so nice to the Pogue, he can get our drinks.” Topper says, attempting to quench the tension between Jackson and Rafe that has been building up. With a scowl, Rafe storms off with Topper in tow before Jackson turns around to face you.

“I’m so sorry about them. They’re assholes.” Jackson says apologetically, resting his arms on the bar, leaning a little closer as you shrug.

“It’s typical Kook behaviour. I’m used to it.” You say, your hand lightly rubbing your stomach where it had been slammed against the bar counter.

“Did he hurt you?” Jackson asks quietly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he watches you.

“I’ve had worse.” You reply nonchalantly, dismissively waving a hand.

“That doesn’t make what he did okay.” Jackson insists, watching as you shake your head, far too used to the behaviour you’ve been on the receiving end of for many years.

“Look, there’s nothing anyone can really do about it so I just suck it up. What do you guys want to drink? If you wait any longer they’ll get pissed.” You say, smoothly changing the subject.

“I’ll just take a water,” Jackson says, already digging in his pocket for his wallet.

“And for the others?” You ask, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

“They’re not having anything. At least not from me with the way they just treated you.” Jackson says, looking over at you.

“You know when they realise that you haven’t gotten them their drinks they’ll just come back over here, right?” You reply, placing the glass on the bar counter as Jackson extracts his wallet from his pocket, pulling some dollar bills from the wallet and holding them out towards you.

“Jackson, you got a water. That’s free here, you know that.” You say, raising an eyebrow at the wad of bills in his hand.

“Consider it your tip for dealing with those assholes all the time,” Jackson says, not dropping his hand.

“I can’t accept tips. They go in the jar and get divided equally. Besides, I couldn’t take your money just like that.” You say, gesturing loosely towards the glass jar that already had a sparse handful of bills inside. With a small sigh, Jackson shoved the bills back into his wallet before formulating a plan.

“Hey, have you taken your break yet? You look like you could use one.” Jackson says, watching as your eyebrows furrow.

“I don’t see what taking a break has to do with this.” You say, confused as to what Jackson was trying to say to you.

“Just trust me, okay? I know somewhere we can chat in private. Rafe and Topper will have no idea where you are and by the time your break is finished, they’ll have found something else to do.” Jackson says, watching you as you study him silently. One of your number one rules had always been to not trust Kooks, but Jackson seemed different, he had never treated you badly while you were at work, and he seemed to be genuinely trying to be nice.

“Okay, I’ll take my break. I’ll meet you by the staff exit. Rafe and Topper shouldn’t see us there.” You say, keeping your voice low as if Rafe and Topper were going to appear out of nowhere. With a nod, Jackson quickly downs the small glass of water as you head to talk to your boss about taking your break. Once Jackson saw you get the nod of approval from your boss, he made his way out of the small shack, avoiding Rafe and Topper and waiting by the staff exit, smiling as you emerged from the door.

“Come on,” Jackson says, gesturing for you to follow him which you do. You had never really been able to walk around the country club much, you were only expected to go straight to the building you worked at and then go straight home. You let Jackson lead you to the trees surrounding the golf course, finding a secluded spot and sitting down, gesturing for you to join him.

“You’re not about to murder me are you, Genrette?” You ask with a light laugh as you settle down on the ground, leaning against the tree behind you.

“I promise I have no murderous intentions. I just wanted to chat.” Jackson says softly with a laugh of his own. You had always been a mystery to Jackson. He’d only really interacted with you through your job at the country club. You went to the public high school while Jackson went to the private high school. You hung out with the likes of John B while Jackson was stuck with Topper and Rafe. You ran in completely different circles, yet Jackson couldn’t help but be interested. You weren’t afraid to fight back if someone disrespected you. To Jackson, you were the definition of a Pogue.

“Chat about what? I feel like we covered everything about the Rafe and Topper thing. I’m fine. I’ve dealt with worse. Trust me.” You say, looking at Jackson whose gaze flicks down to his lap before looking back up at you.

“I guess I just wanted to try and get to know you a little better. I know you’re friends with Kiara right?” Jackson asks, recalling how Kiara spent one year at the Kook private school, and how you had always, without fail be waiting for her outside the building with a smile when school ended.

“Yeah, Kie and I are friends. Did you hang out with her during her Kook year? She only ever mentioned Sarah Cameron.” You ask curiously, wondering if Jackson had spent any time with your friend.

“Honestly, not really. We spoke a little in class but I just never really got the chance to get to know her.” Jackson admits, hanging his head slightly.

“Your loss, Kie is awesome.” You say, leaning your head back against the tree and admiring how the sunlight filtered through the leaves.

“I’m sure she is.” Jackson agrees, glancing over at you.

“Something tells me you wanted to talk about more than just whether I was friends with Kiara or not.” You say teasingly, glancing over at Jackson as he smiles slightly.

“I already said it. I just wanted to get to know you better. I see you working here all the time and I’ve never offered you a decent conversation.” Jackson shrugs.

“I don’t often see you encouraging employees here to hang out with you for a chat.” You say with a laugh, arms folding across your chest.

“You got me there. I just think you’re interesting, that’s all.” Jackson says, making you tilt your head in confusion slightly.

“How so?” You ask curiously.

“You’re very sure of yourself. You don’t take shit from anyone. That’s really cool.” Jackson says, watching as you shrug lightly.

“Yeah well, when you grow up on the Cut you kinda have to learn how to stand up for yourself. No one else will do it for you unless you have a really good group of friends.” You say, a small smile on your face at the thought of your friends, the ones who fearlessly stood by you no matter what.

“You seem like you’ve got a good group of friends,” Jackson says, thinking of all the times he’d gone to bonfires and beach parties and seen you hanging out with your friends, always smiling and joking with them.

“I wish I could say the same about you. Why do you hang out with Rafe and Topper? They’re assholes.” You ask, curious as to why someone as kind as Jackson was regularly seen hanging out with Rafe and Topper.

“It’s not through choice, believe me. They like the social boost it gives them to be seen talking with me. I’m pretty sure Rafe is trying to use me to get close to my grandpa. He keeps talking business with me so he probably wants to try and strike some sort of deal between his dad and my grandfather. Topper… he’s just wherever Rafe is.” Jackson explains with a shrug, propping his arms on his knees.

“That sucks. You can’t just tell them to leave you alone?” You ask, glancing over at Jackson as he stares ahead of him.

“I’ve tried. They don’t listen. If I get too pushy I might make my family look bad. I can’t do that to them. I’d rather put up with them than risk anything happening to my family.” Jackson admits, letting out a small sigh as you study him carefully.

“You really love your family, huh?” You ask quietly as Jackson nods.

“Yeah, I do. It’s just been me, my mom, and my grandpa, since I was born. We’ve always been close.” Jackson says, a small smile on his face as he thinks about his family.

“That’s nice.” You say softly, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them closer. Sensing your shift in tone and demeanour, Jackson glanced at you sadly, wondering if what he said had upset you. Without warning, you pull your phone out of your pocket, checking the time and then scrambling to your feet.

“I gotta go. My break’s nearly over.” You say quickly, shoving your phone in your pocket as Jackson also stands up, confusion written across his face.

“Hold on, it’s surely not been long enough for your break to be over,” Jackson says, confused as you begin to back away, checking the time on his own phone and discovering it had barely been twenty minutes.

“My boss hates when we take long breaks. I can’t afford to lose this job.” You say hurriedly, barely even glancing Jackson’s way as he watches you.

“Maybe I could vouch for you if your boss is upset. I can cover for you.” Jackson offers, a kind smile on his face.

“No!” You say abruptly, feeling guilt grip you at Jackson’s slight shock.

“Sorry. I just can’t let you vouch for me. I should’ve been paying attention to the time. It was nice to hang out with you. I’ll see you around, Jackson.” You say quickly and apologetically, offering Jackson a quick wave before rushing off in the direction of the bar as Jackson lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging in defeat before trudging along to where he knew his mom was.

“Jackson, are you all done for today?” Larissa asks as Jackson approaches, where she and her friends are all sitting conversing.

“Yeah, the courses were beginning to get busy so I called it a day early.” He replies with a shrug, standing alongside Larissa’s chair.

“You have to start getting in early if you want the courses while they’re quiet.” One of Larissa’s friends muses, sipping on her drink.

“You hear that Jackson? You need to start getting up earlier if you want the courses to yourself.” Larissa teases, looking up at Jackson as he rolls his eyes lightly.

“Surely the weekend is a good excuse to sleep in, Mom,” Jackson replies, his voice light as he talks.

“Jackson, I hear you got into an altercation with Rafe and Topper earlier. Whatever happened?” Another one of Larrisa’s friends speaks up, glancing up from her phone as Larissa turns to look at Jackson with a look of shock.

“Jackson Genrette, what did you do?” She says quickly as Jackson glances over at her friend, wondering how she could’ve heard about it already when she wasn’t even present when it happened.

“I didn’t do anything. Rafe was hurting y/n and I just couldn’t stand there and watch. Yeah, I pushed him but it was to help y/n.” Jackson says, defending himself quickly as Larissa’s face slowly shifts to one of realisation as she softens.

“Oh, Jackson,” Larissa says empathetically, getting to her feet and leading Jackson away to somewhere they could talk in private as he follows her, head hanging as he wonders what she wants to say.

“Mom, I swear I wouldn’t have done anything but Rafe grabbed her and-”

“Sweetie, stop talking for a second. You know I raised you better than to pick fights.” Larissa says, cutting Jackson off as he squeezes his eyes shut, his head hanging even lower in his guilt.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Jackson begins to apologise before Larissa cuts him off once more.

“I may have raised you not to pick fights. But I’m proud of you for standing up for that girl. I don’t like that Cameron boy, he treats everyone badly. He needed someone to tell him to back off and I’m so proud it was you. My sweet boy.” Larissa says, cupping Jackson’s face in her hands, gently tipping his head up so he can look at her. She smiles softly at him as he forces a smile onto his face.

“I just wanted to help,” Jackson mutters softly, leaning into Larissa’s hand, soaking up the comfort he so often received from her growing up.

“And you did. If anyone tries to accuse you of anything I will protect you I promise. While I don’t condone you using violence, you did what you needed to do and I won’t tell you off for it. I’m sure y/n won’t forget it.” Larissa says softly, her smile not fading.

“Thank you, Mom,” Jackson says, softly, yet the appreciation in his voice is clear, relief setting in that his mom would have his back should anything backfire on him.

“You don’t need to thank me, Jackson. Look, I’ll say my goodbyes and then grab your grandfather. We’ll head home in a moment. If you want to say your goodbyes to anyone now’s the chance. Maybe check in on that y/n.” Larissa says, smiling at Jackson as he nods.

“I might go and see how she’s doing. I’ll meet you by the boat.” Jackson says, nodding slightly as Larissa steps back.

“Don’t take too long,” Larissa warns, her smile teasing and revealing that Jackson was not under any time constraint. With one final nod, Jackson backs off and begins to cross back over to the smaller building you worked in, unable to stop his smile from widening when he catches sight of you behind the bar.

“Hey y/n.” Jackson greets, approaching the bar once more as you straighten up, locking eyes with him.

“What brings you back here?” You ask, wiping down the counter as you speak.

“Uh- my family was about to head out so I just wanted to swing by and make sure you were okay before I left,” Jackson says, leaning against the counter as you roll your eyes.

“I don’t need a protector if that’s what you mean, Genrette. I can handle myself.” You muse, eyes flicking up from the bar counter to look at Jackson.

“I’m sure you can. I just wanted to check in, that’s it.” Jackson says, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“I’m fine, I promise. I can handle Rafe if he tries anything again.” You say, a slight boasting tone to your voice, proud of your ability to protect yourself if needed.

“I don’t doubt it,” Jackson says with a laugh, reaching out and grabbing a napkin and the pen you had clearly abandoned on the counter, scribbling something down before handing it to you.

“What’s this?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, eyes scanning the numbers scribbled down on the napkin.

“It’s my number. If you ever wanted to hang out outside of your working hours, I’d be down.” Jackson says with a shrug as you fold the napkin up and shove it in your pocket.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that. If you’re not afraid to be seen with a Pogue.” You say, your lips turning upwards in a slight smile, trying to hide your worries about Jackson’s potential embarrassment at being seen with you.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I was afraid. I don’t care what people think.” Jackson says, an unbothered expression on his face as he watches you carefully.

“Thank you.” You mumble, a sudden shyness sneaking into your voice as your gaze flicks to the bar counter.

“I should probably head out but if you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask,” Jackson says quickly, shooting you a friendly wink as he heads out of the building, leaving you standing there, bewildered at the kindness shown to you by the Kook.

Jackson made his way back to the dock he had moored the yacht at, smiling at his family as he boarded the boat, pulling the keys out of his pocket and heading up to the wheel.

“Did you get to check in with y/n?” Larissa asks, following Jackson up to the helm as he nods.

“Yeah, I made it quick so she wouldn’t get in trouble. I gave her my number if she ever wanted to hang out when she’s not at work.” Jackson says with a light shrug, checking the controls of the boat, and making sure everything looks good.

“That’s sweet of you,” Larissa says sweetly as Jackson smiles softly, wondering if you’d reach out to him.

“Jackson! The boat’s untied. We’re good to go, boy! The sooner we get back home the better.” Wes calls up to him.

“He’s right. There’s a hurricane watch going on so we better be careful.” Larissa agrees as Jackson nods, noticing the dark clouds in the distance. He had known there was a hurricane risk like there usually was this time of year so he started the engine and began the journey back to Goat Island.

By the time the end of your shift rolled around, you had received a text from John B, letting you know that he was waiting for you and you quickly made your way out of the country club, locating the familiar van and crossing to it and climbing in the passenger seat, noticing the grey clouds growing closer.

“Yo, how was work?” John B asks as he begins to drive.

“It was normal. Same old Kooks.” You shrug as John B scoffs, shaking his head.

“Of course. Are you crashing at the Chateau tonight?” John B then asks, glancing over at you as you nod.

“If that’s okay with you.” You say in response, looking back at John B as he nods, focusing back on the road.

“My Chateau is your Chateau. You’re welcome anytime and you know my Pops would say the same if he were here.” John B says, trying not to let any upset sneak into his words as you soften. Big John had been missing for about nine months now, and John B was now dealing with the threat of being taken into foster care.

“I appreciate it. We’ll find your old man, you know? He’s a tough son of a bitch, he’s gotta be out there somewhere.” You say reassuringly, reaching over to squeeze John B’s shoulder. Big John had always been a positive father figure in your life, he opened his doors to you when he and John B learned of your familial situation and you wanted to help John B find him more than anything else.

“Looks like Aggie is really picking up.” John B says suddenly, noticing the wind beginning to pick up.

“Looks like it, yeah.” You agree, leaning closer to the window to look up at the sky.

“Me and Pope are probably going to try and catch some waves before she hits properly. You want in?” John B asks, looking over at you with a smile.

“Not this time, I’m pretty exhausted from work I just want to crash. Next time, I promise.” You say, feeling a yawn slip past your lips after you speak.

“That’s fair. Dealing with Kooks is exhausting.” John B says with a laugh as you let out a small scoff of your own.

“I mean you only have to deal with Ward Cameron. I have to deal with every Kook on this island.” You joke as John B reaches out to swat at you with a laugh.

By the time John B had pulled up outside his house, the sun was setting and it was becoming more and more obvious to anyone who was paying attention that a hurricane was due to hit.

“There you are! Are we heading out or not?” You hear Pope call out as soon as you and John B exit the Twinkie, eyes squinting against the lashing rain.

“Give me a minute to change, I’ll be quick.” John B says as the two of you rush towards the Chateau, greeting Pope as you reach the porch.

“You not coming, y/n?” Pope asks as you run a hand through your hair, pushing the wet strands out of your face.

“Not this time Pope. Is Kie not going either?” You ask, tugging your jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair to dry.

“Her parents wanted her home while the storm came in.” Pope shrugs.

“Makes sense. Their house on Figure Eight could withstand Aggie way better than any Pogue house.” You say, glancing over at Pope as he nods in agreement.

“Hey, the Chateau can survive anything. Don’t talk about her like that.” John B teases, tossing a crumpled-up piece of paper in your direction as you dodge it with a laugh.

“You two better be careful.” You say as the two head for the door.

“When are we not?” John B asks with a smirk as you roll your eyes.

“Pope, make sure he doesn’t get himself killed, will you?” You then ask, looking at Pope who nods.

“Without you to endorse his ideas I’ll have a much easier time keeping him in place.” Pope laughs as you flip him off with a roll of the eyes.

“Get out of here.” You say jokingly, chuckling as the two leave, leaving you alone in the house for the time being.

As the evening progressed, the storm got stronger and by the time John B entered the Chateau, the power had gone out and you were in the middle of lighting some candles as he burst through the door.

“Power go out?” John B asks as you nod, striking another match.

“Just a few minutes ago.” You reply, lighting a candle and then blowing out the match.

“Great. How long do you think our side of the island is going to be powerless while the Kooks live it up?” John B asks, collapsing on the sofa with a sigh.

“Hopefully it won’t be too long. Worst comes to worst we can nab a generator from somewhere.” You suggest with a wink as you sit down alongside John B, laughing as he shoves your shoulder slightly.

“And that’s what we’re not going to do.” John B says, getting up from the sofa as you chuckle.

“Aw, c’mon John B it’s a great idea.” You tease, leaning against the doorframe as he enters his room.

“Good night, y/n/n.” John B says with a laugh, closing his bedroom door in your face as you laugh.

“You know you love me, John B!” You call through the door, smiling as you hear John B chuckle behind the door before moving to make your way to the room that was unofficially yours, changing into the comfy clothes you left at John B’s house for the nights you stayed and settling into the bed. As you curl up under the covers, you face the window, watching the rain lash against it aggressively as the wind howls. You loved when storms and rainy weather hit the Outer Banks. You often would surf with John B and the others when the weather was like this or you’d stand out in the rain, dragging the other Pogues out into the downpour to relish in the weather. Hearing the rain against the window was almost comforting, reminding you of the fun times you’d have with your friends as you closed your eyes, allowing sleep to claim you as your thoughts went back to the Kook who had offered you kindness earlier in the day.

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JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who wanted nothing to do with his father, not because he left him, but because he left his mother. He was a total Mama's boy, who adored and looked up to her.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who, despite his friends, respected and was nice to the Pogues. He didn't treat them any differently, just because of their social status or how much money they had. His mother had raised him to treat everyone equally, no matter what.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who was best friends with Rafe Cameron. The two did everything together, ever since they'd met at one of Rafe's father's charity balls, at the Country Club - when they were only 7.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who spend most of his time with his friends, out on his yachts and boats, as well as his two jet skis. It was safe to say, he revelled in his spoiled life. He couldn't imagine how the Pogues lived without having as much money as he and the rest of the people on Figure 8 did and it made him admire each and every Pogue.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who goes with Rafe to collect the drugs from Barry. The two would show up on their expensive dirt bikes and pay, very handsomely, for the biggest batch possible.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who was always super careful when he bought or took drugs, as his mother would have a heart attack if she knew what her son was up too. He'd smoke weed; do lines of cocaine; smoke marijuana.. he wasn't picky.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who went to every single party on the island with Rafe and the rest of his Kook friends - Topper, Kelce, etc. He would hear word, usually from girls, that one was happening. He would then flash them that charming, sexy smirk of his and they'd fall, telling him everything - I mean come on, they're only human.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who showed up to the party in his favourite black dress shirt, with a few buttons undone, showing off that sexy, tanned, muscular physique beneath his shirt.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who would search the party, alongside Rafe Cameron, for a girl who struck his fancy. He was known for being a bit of a playboy, but he always treated them to breakfast the next day. And if he really liked them, he'd ask them out and treat them better than they'd ever been treated before.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who always spoke and helped out the Pogues who worked on his estate the best he could. He didn't know much about gardening, fixing cars, taking care of his yachts and boats - but he would always help with the heavy lifting. His muscles weren't just for show.

JACKSON J. GENRETTE.. who was secretly affected by his father leaving, before he got a chance to know him, but put on a brave face in front of his mother and grandfather, as well as his friends.

“You gonna shoot me?” John B asks as Pope gives out a small ‘yep’ as John B holds out his hand pointing it like his hand is the gun making a ‘pew,’ sound as he pretends to shoot the imaginary gun his hand makes. 

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers,” Kiara speaks up as she walks back out from looking around the house. 

“Of course they are. Why wouldn’t they?” JJ asks like it’s a no brainer and you stifle your own laugh into his shoulder at his sarcastic comment making him smile when you do. 

You reach out and grab his beer before tossing it back and taking a drink. When you’re done you put it back in his hand and he gives you a look at which you only shrug too. He smirks before shaking his head and only pulling you back into his side. 

“This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess,” Kiara comments with a halfhearted shrug and you scoff looking down at her. 

“I’d protest this house a million times if the doofus on the roof would let me. I tried to, but he and doofus  number two sitting next to me stopped me,” you add as you look up at your cousin up on the roof and jab an arm into JJ’s side. 

“Rude! We just didn’t want you sitting in the slammer again,” JJ protests after he groans and rubs where your elbow had jabbed him in the ribs. 

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before. I would have been fine,” you disregard with a shrug before again taking JJ’s beer. 

“Doesn’t mean we wanna see ya in there princess,” JJ replies and you smile softly at him trying so hard not to blush. 

You go to take another drink of the liquid, but you pout when JJ takes it back. He pokes your nose and you only pout at him even more while crossing your arms. 

“You have your own right next to you. Don’t finish mine off,” he points to yours down by your side and you shrug. 

“I like stealing yours,” you tell him with a smirk and he playfully gasps. 

“Then I’m going to steal yours,” he jokes back and you gasp. 

“Now that’s just crossing a line, blue eyes,” you quip to him as if it’s the most serious thing ever and he chuckles, shaking his head before pulling you closer again as well as leaving a small kiss to your forehead. 

“I can’t have cold towels,” John B comments, changing the conversation again as he shakes his head after watching you and JJ mess around like the two of you always do.

It brings him a bit of peace whenever he watches you two. He knows, heck everyone knows you and JJ have always been so close. He knows JJ has always had a soft spot for you and you him, but he also knows you two would never in a million years break the no pogue on pogue macking rule. Maybe JJ would, but you would never and JJ respects you enough to not break it if you don’t want him to. 

“Can you you please not kill yourself?” Kiara asks as she looks up at John B on the top of the roof. 

“I second that!” You call out and giggle when Kiara holds a hand up at you as if to say ‘see I’m not the only sane one here,”

“Don’t spill that beer. I’m not giving you another one,” JJ calls out and you again jab your elbow into his side making him laugh before he tilts the beer back to take another drink. 

“I’m the only one that gets to,” you joke with a smirk when JJ rolls his eyes and shakes his head again. 

“Only because you steal from me and end up drinking mine then I have to drink yours,” JJ comments and you giggle smiling at him. 

“So that means we each get one. If we share them both,” you tell him and again he rolls his eyes at you. 

“That actually kind of makes sense…” Pope comments, almost confused by how much sense it actually makes. 

“Woah!” John B then shouts and down drops his beer to the ground. 

“Oh, shit,” he calls out as he regains his balance and you giggle. 

“Of course you did. Like right when I told you not to,” JJ shouts dramatically rolling his eyes and you laugh. 

“Smooth,” Kiara muses with a smirk and she turns to look at you to which you shrug, smiling at her. 

“A-plus,” JJ remarks as he claps while John B groans from the roof. 

“Dumbass,” Kiara comments, making you laugh again as she shakes her head. 

“I mean, really…” you add on to Kiara’s words with a playful roll of your eyes. 

“Hey!” A new voice calls out making you look over at Pope who leans against the railing. 

“Hey, uh, security’s here. Let’s wrap it up,” Pope calls out as he taps the banister railing and turns back to the group. 

“Alright. Boys are early today,” John B wanders out loud as he looks over at the officers. 

“Humpty Dumpty, let’s roll!” JJ calls out to John B as he looks over at the roof and you bust out laughing. 

He then leaves a big kiss on your cheek before pushing off and rolling back behind you. He makes a funny noise as he stands. “Yeah,” John B agrees with JJ as he starts to climb down the side of the roof. 

“Let’s go guys,” Kiara calls out and she smiles up at you. 

“Gary, is that you?” JJ calls out as he leans over the side of the scaffolding to see what cops had come.

“Get down,” Pope orders with a roll of his eyes as John B finishes climbing down the side of the roof. 

“It’s me! Gary, good to see you man!” JJ calls out like he and the cop are old friends and you can’t help but to laugh as you stand behind him. 

JJ then swings down off the scaffolding then turns and  reaches up to help you down. Once he knows you're on your own two feet he goes over to Pope and Kiara. 

“Is it time?” John B asks as he too swings down from the scaffolding behind you. 

“You’re just asking for it,” Kiara remarks as JJ comes up to them. 

“Isn’t he always?” You ask with a giggle when Kiara just agrees with you. 

“Rude! Just rude, Princess,” JJ bursts as he looks aghast at you before wiggling a finger at you. 

“What you gonna do about it?” You playfully tease him, bouncing your eyebrows and Kiara gasps before smirking as you run past a shocked JJ. 

“Oh, now it’s on,” JJ calls out once his shock wears off and he runs after you. 

Kiara shakes her head and laughs before running after the two of you guys as well. You all run though the house all laughing and taunting the police officers. You dodge the guy coming around the corner, but you don’t warn JJ so he ends up almost running into the guy. He thinks fast though and quickly dodges the guy as well. JJ runs in front of you now just as the other cop tries to wrap his arms around him and he again dodges making the cop trip so you can run right behind him. 

“Not much of a hugger man,” he turns back to tell the officer before turning back around, he pushes through a small opening and you follow right behind him coming up right beside him as you continue to run now right behind Pope. 

“Go, Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go,” JJ calls out as you both continue to run behind him. 

You slow down for a moment, but JJ comes up next to you and gives you a small push telling you to keep going. Pope comes to the fence first and jumps over it falling to the ground. You jump over right along with JJ who squats down to a groaning Pope. 

“Get up, Pope, fatso’s coming,” JJ tells Pope, tapping him on the butt before standing and rushing around the tree just as fatso gets to the fence. 

“Hey! Come here, you little pricks!” Fatso yells out at you guys as he gets stuck trying to jump over the fence. 

Kiara and John B then drive up in the Twinkie and he honks the horn. “Bus is leaving!” He shouts out to you guys making you run faster with JJ right by your side. 

“Come on guys! Whoo!” Kiara shouts out just as you guys dive in the back. 

You land in the very back seat with JJ off to your right as you land laying against him. You then sit up huffing and puffing trying to get air back into your lungs as JJ rubs your lower back for a moment while turning to the back watching the cop run after the bus. 

“Check out Gary, gunnin’ for a race,” Pope calls out and you all laugh watching the cop chase after you. 

“Come on, Gary!” JJ encourages in a sarcastic vote of confidence. 

“Wait. Slow down. Hey! You little pricks!” Gary calls out as he continues to run after the car. 

“Come on guys…” you chide with a playful roll of your eyes. 

“Yeah, you’re gonna give him a heart attack,” Kiara adds onto your statement with a smirk of her own. 

JJ quickly pushes up from where he sits and he carefully rounds you. He stops and looks out the door at Gary, holding a hand out to him. 

“You're so close! You can do it!” He playfully pretends to cheer the man on as he leans out of the door reaching his hand out to him and you can’t help but to put your hands to your face as you laugh hard, so hard you almost turn red. 

“There you go!” JJ encourages as he throws him a beer, but Gary misses and it flies behind him. 

“Ohhh…. They don’t pay you enough, bro!” JJ taunts the poor guys some more, shaking his head which only makes you laugh harder. 

“JJ, stop. Stop,” Kiara tells him as she holds up a hand in front of him. 

“Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished,” JJ laughs with a smirk as he leans back into the bus. 

Finally he moves back to sit with you again and you're still laughing, making him feel proud of himself. You calm down along with everyone and cuddle into his side again as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Kiara spares you a look and you fight not to blush at her knowing look. She smiles softly at you before turning around to watch on as John B continues to drive. 

John B finishes in the bathroom after just having woken up. He flushes before walking out of the bathroom and through the château. He walks past what’s counted as JJ’s room, the one he mostly uses when he’s not sleeping on the couch or in Y/n’s room with her. As he walks past he catches JJ in the room with some touron he’d met at some point. 

“Dude! Come on, man. Get outta here,” JJ tells him, throwing a can at him as he walks past and reaches in to pull the door closed as he leaves. 

He then walks into the living room and finds Kiara on the couch where she’d slept. He mutters a “Morning, Kie,” as he walks past her and she sighs out a ‘Morning,’ back. He sees a picture on the wall so he walks over and grabs it before putting it back up onto the wall. He looks at the picture of his parents for a moment before looking up at the picture of his uncle and cousin. A picture he knows his cousin despises to look at so he looks at the next picture that’s just of his uncle who’s supposed to be his and his cousin’s illegal guardian, but has somehow also disappeared again. 

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for his uncle to disappear though. His uncle had left y/n with them when she was the raw age of three and since then he’d visit, make her promises he couldn’t keep then just up and leave again. John B has always thought of his cousin as more of a twin sister than a cousin. Every time his uncle would break her heart, both JJ and he would always without fail or hesitation seek to cheer her up. 

“Uncle T!” he calls out as he lifts the bottle he holds up and clinks it against the glass. 

He then walks to the kitchen and grabs another beer. He walks out of the château onto the porch and finds Pope on the couch. 

“Hey,” he calls out to him as he walks up. 

“Oy,” Pope replies holding up a hand and John B walks over doing a quick handshake with him. 

“Have you seen bee?” He asks Pope about his cousin wanting to check in with her. 

“She’s in her hammock. Seemed upset over something… had her headphones in like she does when she wants to ignore the world,” Pope informs him as he points lazily over at the hammocks. 

“Okay. Thanks, buddy,” he replies before rushing off as Pope just mumbles out an “hmmm,” before going back to sleep. 

John B walks out down the stairs and into the yard. He then walks over and sees his cousin laying in her hammock writing in her journal. 

“Bumblebee?” he calls out to you, but you just keep writing. 

“Bee…?” he calls out again, now plucking your headphone from your ear. 

“Oh. Hi JB,” you nonchalantly greet him and just keep writing. 

“You okay there, bee?” he asks with a sad look, knowing you're definitely upset about something. 

“I’m fine, JB. Thank you for checking up on me, but I’m good,” you mutter out, but he gives you an unconvinced look, making you sigh. 

“Okay. I’m not fine… please just leave me be…” you finally admit and his face falls in sadness for his cousin. 

“Is it what I think it is again?” he asks, eyebrow popping up and you just nod, biting your lip as you try to keep the floodgates of tears at bay. 

“Do you want some company or maybe cuddles?” he asks, knowing those are the two things that help you and he ignores the small words of “I’ll never be the one that’s enough,” that he reads in your journal pretending he never saw them because you’re journaling is your safe place. 

You’ve always been a writer and your journal has all your thoughts and feelings inside of it. He’d never in a million years be the brother that reads your stuff. He respects your privacy even when he does catch small glimpses into it, he never says a word. Yet he can’t help but feel sad for his sister whenever he catches sentences like that, knowing exactly why she’d written it. 

“No. JB, really, I’m fine,” you insist and he sighs before laying on his own hammock. 

“Yeah, well I don’t give a shit. I’m going to keep you company,” he replies and you roll your eyes as you finally look over at him as he holds his beer out to you. 

“You really don’t have to, you know?” You ask him as you take the beer, take a sip before handing it back to him and he shrugs before laying down on his own hammock next to yours, one arm behind his head the other holding his beer on top of his stomach. 

“Just pretend I’m not even here,” he tells you and you roll your eyes, playfully annoyed, yet secretly you start to feel better with your cousin brother next to you. 

“Oh, DCS called again. Cheryl wants us to come into her office,” you inform him and he groans, covering his face before rubbing it. 

“Can’t they just leave us alone…” he groans out and you nod in agreement.

“Really. We’re fine right where we are. Do you suppose we both have to go…” you question and he sighs before taking a drink of his beer. 

“I’m guessing they want us both there, bee. Why? You got a hot date or something…?” he asks and you shake your head at him. 

“Something like that…” you trail off and he sits up to look at you. 

“No shit? You actually have one?” he asks and you giggle at his sudden interest. 

“No. Just thought I’d scare ya a bit. You know there’s only one person for me…” you answer him with a smirk that soon falls. 

“Yeah I know… why won’t you be coming?” he sympathizes with you before deciding to change the topic and you pause. 

“I’m going to my cove…” you inform him and he understands right away. 

The cove was a place you, JJ, and John B had found when you were younger. Maybe thirteen or fourteen and it kinda just became your place you’d run to whenever you need time to yourself. JJ, you and John B are the only ones to this day that know about it and that it’s your place. They both know if they can’t find you anywhere else that’s where you’d be. They even started calling it your cove because you just love it so much there. 

“Just stay safe, okay? Going out there alone is dangerous. Way to many big ass sandbars out there,” he reverently requests and you smile softly at him. 

“I will. Don’t worry, I go there all the time,” you promise him and he shrugs. 

“It’s still dangerous. Even if me and JJ are there or not. Just be safe, please,” he practically begs you and you smile appreciatively at him. 

“Really, JB. I promise I’ll be safe,” you reiterate and he grins at you, pleased with your answer. 

“Alright, John, it’s come to our attention that you and your sister are unemancipated minors living on your own,” Cheryl starts as she walks into the room and takes a seat at her desk taking off her glasses as she sighs. 

“Had Bee been here, Cheryl would’ve been chewed out for that one,” John B thinks as he rolls his eyes at the use of his name. 

He doesn’t even correct her on her comment about y/n being his sister because as far as he’s concerned, she is. It’s on all their paperwork that they are cousins, but anyone that really truly knows them knows they’re more like siblings. Cheryl learned this back when his uncle first took custody after his dad disappeared. She called y/n his cousin and he immediately corrected her that she was his sister. 

“No… no,” John B scoffs rolling his eyes and she gives him a strict look. 

“No,” he finalizes with his eyebrows raised and she gives him a look of disappointment. 

“John, I need honesty to help you. That’s what we both want, right?” she asks and he shrugs nonchalantly.  “I’m being honest,” he easily lies to her and she sighs. 

“Okay. Then where’s your sister?” she asks and John B looks right at her. 

“She had an appointment. Couldn’t make it,” he again nonchalantly answers with another shrug and Cheryl fights back a groan. 

“Okay… then when was the last time you spoke to your uncle?” she asks as she looks down at her paperwork before looking back up at him. 

“Uh… thirty four minutes ago,” he tells her as he sarcastically looks at his wrist that definitely doesn’t have a watch on it. 

“When was the last time either you or y/n saw him?” she asks very pointedly as she starts to write his answers down on her paperwork. 

“Two hours and… forty three minutes ago?” he answers like it’s a question before shrugging as he just hopes she’ll buy what he himself knows he’s making up. 

“We had a good ol’ family lunch together,” he makes up on the spot and she goes quiet for a moment as she sets her pen down to look at him. 

“John, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle. If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care. For both you and y/n,” she informs him as she picks up her pen. 

“I want to assure you, we’re going to find you both a safe and loving home,” she finishes off and he just nods along. 

What they don’t know is that John B, nor you would do everything in your power not to be separated. You both would stay together and in your home no matter what. John B had made that promise to himself a long time ago; that no matter what happens it’s him and his sister against the world and nobody was or is going to ever take it from him. That’s what he thinks of as now Kiara, JJ and Pope sit by the fire on the beach just talking and laughing as John B sits over on a small hill trying to figure out just how to keep himself and his cousin together. 

“Holy shit,” John B comments when the idea hits him as he watches the news on the Tv where the anchor woman is warning people about hurricane Agatha. 

He looks at the lady next to him as if to ask her what she thinks and she mumbles out a “I don’t know,” while shaking her head. He looks back at the tv a moment before backing out of the crowd of people watching the tv. He walks out of the shop and says hi to Howie as he passes the man. The storm alarm blares and people all run around screaming for things as they scramble to get ready for the storm. He walks out to the pier and stops for a moment to make a phone call. 

“JB? What’s up?” You ask through the phone and he shakes his head. 

“Looks like that assessment won’t be happening, bee… I’m gonna call right after this and ‘reschedule’ it,” he informs you and you let out a happy laugh. 

“Thank God! I was so dreading it!” You tell him and you chuck a rock in the water. 

“Okay. I’ll see you at home then?” he asks as he hears wind behind you and you pause. 

“Bee?” he asks when you don’t respond. 

“Ugh, fine. I went to my cove… now I’m stuck on a sandbank and can’t get the pogue off of it…” you sheepishly admit and he groans, rubbing his face. 

“Okay. Uh, call JJ. Ask him to get Pope on his dad’s boat and pull you off. Send him your location. I have to make this call really quick,” he explains and you nod even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay… I’m sorry, JB. I started home as soon as the weather changed,” you promise him and he nods, sighing. 

“It's okay, bee. JJ will help you. Just call him,” he tells you and you nod again before he’s hanging up the phone. 

Once you end the call with your cousin you sigh, setting your phone on the small dash space above the wheel and trying to get the pogue off of the sandbank once more. You groan, letting your head lean against the wheel for a moment when it doesn’t move even an inch and pick up your phone again. You battle with yourself for a few minutes before finding JJ’s number and clicking the call button. 

“Hia, Princess. What’cha need?” he picks up on the second ring, chirping ever so happily into the phone as he always does and your heart leaps. 

“So, umm…” you pause, biting your lip and he hums, hinting at you to go on. 

“I got the pogue stuck on a sandbank. JB says he’s not able to come out to help me. Can you maybe ask Pope if he can use his dad’s boat and come pull me off of it?” You ask him and fear creeps up though him as his eyes widen. 

“Woah woah, you went out in the pogue now?!” he asks and you bite your lip again. 

“To be fair. I went out before there was any indication of a storm. I started to head home right as the weather started to change,” you inform him, biting your lip and he sucks a deep breath in while pinching his nose. 

“Okay. Okay. Send me your location,” he tells you and you hum out in confirmation as you pull the phone away from your ear and put it on speaker. 

You hear him rushing somewhere and then you can vaguely make out a conversation with Pope. While he talks to him, you shoot him your location and wait a few minutes. 

“There, it’s sent to you,” you inform him after a moment and you hear the conversation stop for a moment. 

“Okay. We’ll be there soon. Hold on babe, we’re coming,” he quickly rushes out before hanging up, leaving you a mess of emotions. 

While you wait you take the time to remind yourself that JJ always uses nicknames and pet names. The ones he calls you don’t mean anything, but whenever he does use a pet name for you, you can’t help but feel pure happiness. Finally after a few minutes you see another boat come into view and immediately recognize it. The boat pulls up right in front of the pogue and you can’t help but smile when you see both JJ and Pope. JJ rushes over and hops onto the pogue just as Pope gets the other boat stopped. 

“You okay, princess? No injuries?” he asks over the growing wind as he ties a line to the boat before coming over to you and you smile up at him. 

“I’m okay, JJ. No injuries. Promise,” you reply as he seemingly looks you over and he smiles softly at you when he deems your words true before pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Come on, then. Let’s get you outta here before the storm goes crazy,”  he tells you as he holds out his hand for you and you smile while taking it. He helps you over onto the Heyward boat before hopping back over himself. 

“You okay there, bee?” Pope teasingly asks and you slap him in the shoulder as you walk past. 

“I’m very okay. Thank you for coming to rescue me,” you reverently tell them and JJ grins big and wide. 

“Anything for you, Princess,” he tells you as he comes over next to you. 

Pope works hard, revving the boat's engine a couple of times and soon he’s able to pull the pogue off of the sandbank. You sit down on the back bench and JJ comes alongside you. You shiver unintentionally and JJ raises an eyebrow at you. 

“You cold?” he asks and you shrug lightly as you start to rub your arms. 

“A little. The wind really picked up while I was waiting for you. I don’t have anything to cover up with,” you inform him and he frowns as he realizes you’re only wearing your suit. 

“Where’s your sweater? You always wear that thing,” he asks, referring to your favorite sweater you’d once stolen from him and you shake your head refusing to tell him why you’re not wearing it. 

“You’ll laugh at me if I tell you,” you tell him as you shiver some more and he sighs before pulling you into his side. 

“I won’t laugh,” he reassures with a frown and you sigh. 

“Fine. Promise me you won’t?” You ask with a look of skepticism. 

“Come on, Princess, you know me. I won’t laugh at you,” he points out and you sigh again, trying to gain the courage. 

“It stopped smelling like you…” you admit, not looking at him as you wait for the laughs to start. 

“Awe, princess. I’m flattered, really, but you should be wearing it. We don’t need you getting cold,” he finally speaks and you look up at him, he looks amused yet there’s no hint of laughter on his face. 

“Also, if you wanted it to smell like me, shoulda just asked,” he now jokes and you roll your eyes, slapping him lightly on the chest. 

“Oh yeah, cause I’d definitely come up to you and say ‘Hey JJ. Your sweater that I wear doesn’t smell like you anymore… mind changing that?’ I don’t think so,” you sarcastically reply with a roll of your eyes and he shrugs. 

“Something like that. I know it calms you. I woulda done something about it in a heartbeat,” he nonchalantly informs you and you feel like your heart might just beat out of your chest. 

“Good to know. Thanks, JJ. Hey, Pope, hear that?” You ask the other boy on the boat and he chuckles. 

“Oh, that JJ’s your bitch! Yeah, I heard it!” Pope jokes, making you smirk as JJ’s mouth drops open. 

“What?! No I'm not!!!” he defends himself, making both you and Pope appease him by just agreeing. 

To Be Continued…

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You and Kiara walked along the sandy beach on your way to meet up with her friends. You weren’t too nervous. She had told you enough about them, the Pogues, as they were called. You were still trying to figure out the whole Kook/Pogue thing. It was dumb and you felt like you were caught in the middle of the Outsiders.

“Don’t let them intimidate you,” she mentioned as the soft winds blew your hair around, “if any of them bother you, they know how much shit I’ll give them.”

You smiled, “thanks, I think I can handle.” You moved your hair behind your ear as you looked down at your feet trudging through the sand.

“There they are,” she spoke. She waved her hand up towards them to announce your presence. “Hey, guys!”

You looked up to see three boys standing around some towels with poorly covered illegal beer bottles in their hands. They all looked over, smiling towards the two of you, friendly waving. Kie stepped over to the boys while you stayed behind on the sand. 

“This is Y/N,” she spoke, motioning to you. The three boys nodded in greeting with small “hey”s. “Y/N, this is John B, Pope, and JJ,” she pointed to the three boys who, from what you had seen from social media, stood in that same order.

Your eyes seemed to linger to the boy on the farthest right. He was nearly a foot taller than you and his blond hair had the exact surfer boy cadence that you would expect to see on the island. 

“Do you want a beer?” He asked as he leaned towards the cooler.

You shook your head, “no, thanks, I don't drink.”

“Oh,” he raised his eyebrows, although surprised. He took out a beer from the cooler, wordlessly handing it to Kiara. He looked back in the cooler, “there’s also a coke in here if you want..?”

“Oh, uhm, yeah, thanks,” you responded. He took the small can out and, instead of simply extending his arm to hand it to you, he decided to step maybe a little too close to you to put it in your hands. He held a little smirk on his face as he loomed over you. You felt your heart pick up speed and you were thanking God that he couldn't hear your thoughts, or even your blood flow.

“Here,” he spoke softly and you swear your knees wobbled. He stood there for a second too long before backing up.

Out of your line of sight, Kiara mumbled something towards the other two boys that you couldn't hear. She pulled her oversized shirt that she had been using as a bathing suit cover over her head, throwing it towards the ground, “you guys catch any waves yet?”

“We’ve been waiting for the tide to come in, so far, nothing,” the tallest boy, John B, answered.

She looked at you, “I’m gonna see how the temp is,” you began, “you wanna come?”

You nodded, “sure, yeah,” you took off your cover to reveal your pink bikini that suddenly felt as though it didn't cover enough skin.

“You can head over, I’m just gonna make sure my stuff’s okay,” she added.

You agreed and hopped over towards the ocean. Once you were out of hearing range, she spoke again, quietly to the blond boy. “Stop looking at her like that.”

He looked down at the girl, “what are you talking about, Kie?”

“Don't be dumb,” she tilted her head in your direction, “you’re looking at her like you look at the tourons that come in.”

“Kie,”

“No,” she shook her head, “she’s sweet, okay? Off limits.”

He held up his hands in defense, “alright, I’ll stay away from Cinderella.”

She rolled her eyes, “good,” she finalized before catching up with you.

“Hey, Kie,” you smiled, knee deep in the water.

“Hey,” she replied as she walked in, “shit, it’s cold.”

“It’s refreshing,” you laughed.

Back at shore, John B and Pope gathered their boards, checking them out. All while JJ stood slightly away from them, looking at the horizon. He ran his hands through his hair as a subconscious smile grew on his face at the sight before him. He watched you laughing alongside Kiara and he was sure a halo might as well have appeared over your head, a silent wish in his mind that the conversation from the boys behind him were just slightly quieter so he could hear it.

“Yo, Jayj,” John B smacked the boy’s back, “what’s up with you?”

JJ shook his head, “nothing, man.”

You turned around to catch sight of the guys. You saw JJ talking to the guys briefly until he turned around to grab his board. You couldn't help but admire his back muscles flexing when he stretched his arms above his head.