being a pogue means every summer, the mission is to have a good time all the time. Which definitely isn’t hard especially with the friend group I have, John b who’s house I basically live at have my own room and everything since his dad basically went missing at sea, jj who also basically lives with me and John b since his dad is an asshole, pope the smart one and kie who was originally a kook now a pogue.

kooks are the worst, they are rich and think they are entitled to anything and everything. The worst of them all…the Camerons. It was a debate who hated Rafe and Sarah the eldest and middle son and daughter of the Cameron family, it might honestly be kie and least of all you…well you hated Sarah that was no doubt but Rafe…he drew you in but you never spoke and never talked you didn’t want to because even if there was something there you two are so extremely different he’s a kook you’re a pogue.

so after the strangest day after the hurricane and going on the boat with the pogues to the marsh…only to see a sunken boat and John b finding keys ending up at a motel and jj and John b finding a gun, cash, etc from there you ended up all back at the chateau. Hours and hours of hanging out and trying to figure out weather to keep the money…of course we do. But we needed to lay low so we are throwing a kegger at the bone yard

you can’t understand the outerbanks without understanding the boneyard. Kinda like a three layer burrito or so John b says. There is us and our friends…the working class from the cut, then the kooks the rich second-homers them there are rhe tourons totally clueless here for week on vacation. It was awesome. Working on relaxing and getting drunk now, you and kie looked over to see Sarah Cameron the kook princess the middle child of the Camerons and her boyfriend topper…but I looked over to see Rafe Cameron the kook king, everyone seemed to whorship him, well kooks did pogues hated him…but for some reason when I seen him I don’t feel anger or hate I felt like I got it. I was also an older sibling, my family pressured me a lot to the point were I didn’t have a good relationship with them. They were kooks. Since I was little I didn’t wanna be one. Never once was I friends with a kook not even a year like kie was it was always pogues for me but with Rafe it was different I knew what I heard his father wanted him to take over the business one day he put a lot of pressure on him I think that’s what lead him into doing drugs he had the money and it probably made me feel more in control not something you’d ever do but understood it was a coping mechanism to him probably. But I looked away. Sarah seemed somewhat drunk and topper seemed to be clingy as always, Rafe was calm, nonchalant, like nothing bothered him…