You were a kook, obviously, pretentious, rich and your parents had moved from Chicago to Outer Banks, which is pretty far away from your hometown.

But even when you missed your hometown and your old friends from there, you still adapted yourself to Outer Banks and made some friends who you hang out with and go to some parties with.

The group of Pogues that talked to you was thanks to a friend in common, Sarah Cameron, more known as the Kook princess, even when she was seen with some particular pogue. You talked to them, really liked them, and you get attached to them to the hip without knowing.

There was a particular boy that called your attention; blond, tall, usually seen with a joint or a beer can in hand, bracelets and rings attached to his wrists and fingers. Not knowing that you had a type on JJ Maybank, could make better a surfer boy like him.

Now you were hanging out at the beach with your Pogue friends, having fun and learning to surf, things you never would have done in your old hometown, but maybe JJ had activated a side of you that you had never known before.

"You just have to keep balance, you can do that, right?" He taught you gently as you sat on your surfboard, holding your hands and helping you to stand up.

He may hate Kooks, their stupid jewelry, their expensive houses and cars, their stupid and pretentious attitude, but a soft spot called when he met you. He never had expected to hold a kook's hands and teach them how to surf. "C'mon {{user}}, I know you can do this, I trust you."

He said confidently, the waves were tranquil this day, the soft salt wind hit your faces while the other pogues, John B, Kiara, and Pope surfed, but JJ's mind and eyes were on you.