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dearestdaffodils · 2 years ago

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Season 2, episode 3: Prayers

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Outer Banks. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

“Can’t believe we’re actually back here.” I whisper to Kie, keeping my eyes focused on the paper in front of me. “After everything that happened, we should be out there trying to catch Ward.”

Kie shakes her head. “We just need to keep up appearances. We’ll regroup after school.”

The classroom door opens, pulling our attention from the test in front of us. “Mr. Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute?” The man in the doorway asks, holding a small envelope in his hand.

“We’re in the middle of a test.” Mr. Sunn whispers.

“I’m from the Vanderhorst Foundation.” The man says.

Kie and I pause, slowly turning to look at Pope as he looks up from his paper.

“Mr. Heyward, it's for you.” Mr. Sunn looks at Pope.

“Thank you.” The man nods to Mr. Sunn before directing his attention to Pope. “Good to see you, Pope.”

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The door slams behind Pope as he rushes back into the room, gripping the envelope in his hand.

“Okay, what was that?” Kie whispers.

Pope silently holds up the envelope, showing it to us.

“Is that the wheat symbol?” I whisper.

“Yeah.” Pope nods.

“What the f—“ JJ starts, pausing when Mr. Sunn looks up. “Fu… fu… fudge?” He stutters.

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“Is this a game of tag?” JJ frowns, hurrying after Pope.

“I don’t know.” I sigh, pulling Kie along.

“Am I gonna have to beat you with your protractor? What’s going on?” JJ huffs, wincing when the librarian shushes him.

“Seriously, Pope, you are driving me insane.” Kie whispers.

“Okay, so that guy was from the scholarship committee.” Pope starts, sitting down in front of one of the computers. “Take a look at this.” He holds out the envelope, letting JJ take it from him. “Read it.”

“Out loud.” I whisper, looking at JJ.

JJ pauses, looking around at us. “I can’t read cursive.”

I sigh, taking it from him. “Dear Mr. Heyward, I am reaching out because I have material evidence that can exonerate John B. Routledge. It is of vital importance that you come and meet with me in person at my offices at 27 King Street, Charleston at 8:00 p.m. sharp tonight. Please come alone. Regards, C. Limbrey.”

“Charleston?” JJ frowns.

“It’s like an eight-hour drive plus the ferry.” Pope murmurs. “How will we get there tonight?”

“We’d have to leave right now.” JJ whispers.

“I have a free period.” Kie whispers.

“‘Material evidence’? What does that even mean, ‘material evidence’?” JJ shakes his head.

“It means he can clear John B.” I hand the letter back to Pope.

“Oh, shit, then we’re going to Charleston.” JJ says loudly.

“I gotta tell my mom.” Kie sighs. “Look, if we get it this time, we are not giving it to Shoupe.”

“Yeah. No duh.” JJ nods.

Pope frowns, looking between the letter and the computer.

“What?” I whisper.

“I don’t know. I think whoever this Limbrey person is…” Pope points to the computer. “They might be related to the captain of the Royal Merchant.”

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“Baby, no, you can’t go to Charleston on a school night.” Kie’s mom sighs, looking at her.

“But this is my chance to finally clear John B’s name!” Kie frowns. “This is my chance to bring Y/N’s brother back!” She glances at me.

“Baby—“ Anna starts.

“What does it mean now to clear John B’s name?” Her dad frowns. “And you.” He points at me. “This is a family discussion, you don’t need to be here.”

“Mike…” Anna frowns.

“He’s gone!” Mike shouts. “You have to accept it.”

“Stop it!” Anna gets up, moving over to Kie. “Listen to me. I understand that what you’re going through right now is incredibly difficult.”

“Do you?” Kie frowns.

“Baby, I do.” Anna sighs. “All we’re trying to say is that we’re worried cause you’re spending all of your time with Y/N and these boys.”

“God, mom. They’re not just some people I found on the street!” Kie huffs.

“I know that, Kiara. I’m not saying—“ Anna frowns.

“They’re my best friends!” Kie sniffles. “Since kindergarten! My only friends!”

“I understand that, but you are not a little girl anymore!” Anna shouts.

“I’m a Pogue, mom. Sorry!” Kie huffs, starting to walk off.

“No. Actually, you’re not, Kiara, cause you live on Figure Eight!” Anna hurries after her. “Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you!”

“Mrs. Carrera, we just want to-“ I start, stepping back when Anna rounds on me.

“Get off my property!” She shouts. “My daughter will have nothing to do with you anymore!”

“I’m still one of them!” Kie shouts. “You’re so worried about me being a Pogue because you got pregnant with a Pogue, and then you had me. It was a tragedy!”

“Kiara, seriously! This isn’t fair!” Anna shouts. “Stop it! Do not walk away when I’m talking to you! Turn and look at me right now! I am so sick of this shit! Every single time that you get in trouble, you try and stir up the pot between us, and I am not having it anymore! I’m gonna tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Kie frowns.

I hurry back to the truck, leaning against the side.

“They’re taking it really well.” JJ watches.

“Mm-hmm. Totally.” I mutter.

“How’d you get this rig?” JJ asks Pope. “I know your old man didn’t let you have it.”

“I undid the intake valves on the carburetor. Made it start pinging.” Pope murmurs.

“And now you’re just gonna take it to your cousin Jeff’s house.” JJ nods. “Just gonna get it fixed. Crash overnight. I think I’m rubbing off on you, Pope. Lying to your old man, stealing his truck. Kinda sounds familiar.”

“I’d say we have about 18 hours before he absolutely loses his shit.” Pope sighs. “So as long as we get it back before then, I think we’re good.”

“Boarding school?” Kie shouts, rushing down the steps.

“It’s just an option.” Anna sighs. “It could broaden your horizons, baby, get you out of OBX.”

“I’m not going to boarding school.” Kie huffs.

“It would give you structure!” Mike calls.

“They’re not my people!” Kie huffs, hurrying to the truck.

JJ hops out, opening the door for Kie and I to get in. “It’s good to see y’all, Mr. And Mrs. Carrera.”

“Hi, uh, ma’am, sir. I… I promise to have her back at a reasonable hour and safe.” Pope leans out the window, waving to Kie’s parents.

“What are you doing?” Kie frowns at him.

“Kiara, listen to me.” Anna sighs. “You wanna go, then you can go. But if you don’t come back at the proper time, then don’t come back at all!”

“She’s bluffin’.” JJ murmurs. “Y’all have a good day.” He waves, getting in the truck.

“This shit would be so much easier without parents.” Kie sighs.

I frown, looking at her. “Trust me, it's not.”

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“My parents are so paranoid of me being a Pogue, like it's the worst thing that could ever happen.” Kie huffs.

“Hey, I hear they got good weed at boarding school, though.” JJ leans against the cab of the truck, holding me close.

“I’m not going to boarding school.” Kie snaps. “They’re gonna have to kidnap me, tie me up, and throw me in a van.”

“Hey, Kie, have you tried to hit John B back on that number yet?” Pope asks.

“Like, twenty million times.” She sighs.

“Some random lady at a hotel keeps answering whenever I try.” I murmur.

“Well, until we hear from them again, we gotta try and clear his name.” Pope sighs. “Right now, this letter’s our best bet.”

“Right.” JJ nods. “Stay on task. That’s why I love ya, Pope.”

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“Guys, I’ve read this thing like a thousand times. It makes no sense.” I sigh. “I mean, the Limbreys own, like, half of Charleston. What do the Kook kings of Charleston know about a murder on Kildare Island?”

“Why you specifically?” JJ asks. “That’s the other creepy thing.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” Pope sighs. “I think it's because—“

Before he can finish his sentence, the engine rattles and smoke starts to pour out from the hood.

“Oh, come on!” He frowns.

“What’s that?” Kie frowns. “Pull over. That’s a lot of smoke, even for your dad’s truck.”

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I sigh, leaning against the bed of the truck as JJ and Pope argue with the mechanic. I glance at Kie, analyzing the odd look on her face. “Hey.” I tap the bed of the truck to get her attention. “You okay?”

“My mom is so worried that I’m gonna be a Pogue that she’s willing to send me to boarding school.” She sighs.

“Well…” I look at her. “I guess that’s what you get for hanging out with the wrong crowd, Kie.”

“I’m not gonna go.” Kie whispers. “It’s too late anyway. I already am who I am.”

“Ain’t all that bad.” I shrug. “Just look at those guys over there.” I point towards Pope and JJ. “They’d do anything for us. That’s a Pogue if I’ve ever seen one.”

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“Have you and Pope talked at all since… you know?” I whisper to Kie, sitting in the bed of the truck with JJ fast asleep in my lap.

She shakes her head. “Not about what happened between us. I think he wants something to happen more than I do.”

I nod, carefully slipping the flask out of JJ’s limp hands, tucking it into my bag. “Would you want something to really happen between the two of you?”

Kie shrugs, sighing. “I don’t even know. I love Pope, but I don’t know if it's a sibling kind of love or more.”

I yawn, moving to lay down next to JJ. “Maybe take some time to sleep on it? See if anything changes in the days to come.”

She smiles, nodding and carefully leaning over to press a kiss to Pope’s cheek before laying down to sleep.

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“Wonder where John B and Sarah are right now.” JJ stares out the window, watching the water.

“I’m sure they’re trying just as hard to get back to us as we are to get them back.” I whisper, squeezing his hand.

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thornyrose463 · 2 months ago

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JJ's Girlfriend (Outer Banks one-shot)

This is an Outer Banks (Netflix series) one-shot. I couldn’t find good gifs of the characters, so I had to use pictures. The pictures are not mine. I found them on Google. All credit goes to the rightful owners.

Summary: Lindsay Parker is a Pogue and JJ’s girlfriend. She joins the other Pogues on a treasure hunt.

Rating: T

Warning: Swearing and death

Cast

Chase Stokes as John Booker “John B" Routledge

Rudy Pankow as JJ Maybank

Danika Yarosh as Lindsay Parker

Jonathan Daviss as Pope Heyward

Madison Bailey as Kiara "Kie" Carrera

Cullen Moss as Victor Shoupe

Charles Halford as John “Big John” Routledge

Madelyn Cline as Sarah Cameron

Chris Gerard as Mr. Sunn

Sharon E. Smith as Mrs. Crain

Charles Esten as Ward Cameron

Adina Porter as Susan Peterkin

Drew Starkey as Rafe Cameron

E. Roger Mitchell as Bobby Heyward

Tonia Jackson as Cara Heyward

Marland Burke as Michael "Mike" Carrera

Samantha Soule as Anna Carrera

Author’s note

There are some things you need to know before you read this one-shot.

This one-shot is a rewrite of the first season of the show.

In this one-shot, there was never a rule against Pogues dating Pogues, or as the show would put it, “Pogue on Pogue macking.”

Lindsay Parker was born in 2003. She was raised in the Outer Banks. She was a Pogue. She was friends with John Booker “John B" Routledge, Pope Heyward, and Kiara "Kie" Carrera, but she was closest to John B. She and John B had almost a sibling type of relationship.

Lindsay had been dating JJ Maybank for a year. After 4 months of dating, they confessed their love for each other and lost their virginity. After 5 months of dating, she found out that JJ’s father, Luke Maybank, was abusive.

JJ and Lindsay loved each other very much. He was protective of her.

Before JJ and Lindsay started dating, they flirted with Tourons and made out with them.

Lindsay’s father abandoned her and her mother when she was 2 years old. He left the Outer Banks, and nobody knew where he went. Her mother became a neglectful parent.

Unlike Luke, Lindsay’s mother was not abusive.

Lindsay’s mother was a social alcoholic due to her near-constant presence at bars and taking various men home with her. She spent most of her time bar-hopping and seducing men to get free meals from them. She had a new boyfriend every week. They weren’t abusive, but they were losers.

Lindsay chose to live with John B so she wouldn’t have to deal with her mom’s boyfriends. She had her own room at the Château. She and John B lived alone and dodged child protective services.

John B worked for Ward Cameron. JJ worked at The Island Club as a bus boy. Pope helped his father run a seafood shop called Heyward’s seafood. Kie helped her parents run a restaurant called The Wreck. Lindsay didn’t have a job. She earned money by mowing lawns.

One day, John B borrowed scuba gear from Ward so that he could explore a shipwreck.

John B, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie got on the HMS Pogue. John B drove to the marsh.

Kie examined an oxygen tank.

“This is empty. You took empty tanks?” Kie asked.

“I…” John B trailed off.

Kie examined another oxygen tank.

“Okay, this one’s a quarter full. It’s enough for one of us.” Kie said.

“Love it when a plan comes together.” Pope said.

“Does anybody know how to dive?” Kiara asked.

“Nope.” Lindsay said.

Lindsay was 5 foot 6. She had fair skin, blue eyes, and a slim build. Her naturally straight blonde hair was parted in the middle and reached her chest. She was wearing a green t-shirt, dark blue denim shorts that reached her mid-thigh, and green low-top Converse sneakers with white laces. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, soft brown eyeshadow, and nude lip gloss. On her right wrist, she wore a friendship bracelet Kie had made for her. The bracelet consisted of green embroidery floss and brown beads.

Lindsay was wearing a green bikini under her shirt and shorts.

Lindsay was kind, caring, friendly, compassionate, and charismatic. She didn’t smoke weed. She occasionally drank beer or a rum and Coke. She was good at surfing, but not as good as JJ. She was smart, but not as smart as Pope.

“It’s kind of a Kook sport.” JJ said.

“I read about it.” Pope said.

“Great. Pope read about it, so someone’s going to die,” Kie muttered.

“Look, y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?” JJ asked.

“Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope said.

“Bends like, bend over and-” JJ joked, leaning forward and sticking his bum out.

“The bends kill you,” Pope deadpanned.

“Right.” JJ said.

“I can…I can dive.” John B said.

“Yeah, you can dive. I’m cool with that.” JJ said.

“Since when can you dive?” Kie asked.

“I’ll do it. It’s fine.” John B said.

“Be careful.” Lindsay told John B.

John B put the scuba gear on. He jumped into the water and swam down to the shipwreck.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie heard a siren.

“Shit. JJ!” Pope yelled.

“Guys, that’s the police.” JJ said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lindsay muttered.

“Just act fricking normal.” Kie told JJ, Lindsay, and Pope.

A police boat came up to the HMS Pogue.

“Evening, officers.” Pope greeted.

“Evening, kids. How are you doing? Did you know the marsh is closed?” Deputy Shoupe asked.

“We did not.” Lindsay lied.

“Why…Why is it closed?” Pope asked.

“We’re conducting a search out here. A boat went down. Have you seen anything?” Deputy Shoupe asked.

“No, sir.” Lindsay lied.

“Where’s your friend? Is he here?” Deputy Shoupe asked.

“He’s working.” Lindsay lied.

“I’m going to check your little boat out.” Deputy Shoupe said.

Deputy Shoupe checked out the HMS Pogue and made sure it had life jackets.

“All right.” Deputy Shoupe said.

“All right.” JJ said.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Shoupe asked.

“Sure is.” JJ said.

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.” Deputy Shoupe told JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie.

“Will do.” Lindsay said.

“We’ll be gone soon, sir.” JJ said.

“Yes, you will.” Deputy Shoupe responded.

The police boat drove away.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie leaned over the edge of the HMS Pogue and looked into the water.

John B emerged from the water and took a deep breath.

“How’d it go down there? Did you find anything?” JJ asked.

“Did I find anything?” John B climbed the ladder and hoisted a duffle bag onto the boat.

“Yeah! There we go! That’s my boy!” JJ yelled.

“You okay?” Lindsay asked.

“Yeah. I ran out of air.” John B said.

Lindsay chuckled. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Kie spotted a boat. “Hey, guys? Bogey. Two o’clock.”

“What are they doing back here? The marsh is closed.” Lindsay said.

“I don’t know, but let’s not stick around to find out.” JJ responded.

A boat followed the Pogues. Two men started shooting at them.

JJ came up behind Lindsay and covered her with his body. Everyone crouched down. John B drove as fast as he could from the floor of the HMS Pogue.

“Oh, my God! We’re going to die!” Pope yelled, covering his head.

Kie got up and threw a fishing net at the boat that was chasing the HMS Pogue. The net got tangled up in the boat’s gears. Everyone got away without being shot.

“Oh, my God! We’re alive!” Lindsay yelled.

“Pogue life, man!” JJ yelled.

“That was insane,” Kie muttered.

John B drove the HMS Pogue to the Château. Everyone got out of the boat and stood on the dock. John B set the duffel bag down and started opening it.

“What do you think it is?” Kie asked.

“It has to be money, right?” John B asked.

“Can we just open the bag already?” Pope asked impatiently.

“Wow, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.” John B said.

“Okay, you guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Just open the bag. We almost died over this.” Pope said.

John B pulled out a metal tube and unscrewed it. He dumped it into his hand. It turned out to be a gold compass.

“Oh, wow. Yep. That’s about right. Good job, everybody. We found a compass,” Pope said sarcastically.

John B gaped at the compass.

“Dude, what? It’s not worth anything.” JJ said.

“This was my father’s.” John B said.

Lindsay’s eyes widened. “No way.”

Nine months ago, John B’s father, Big John Routledge, went missing. Some people believed he was lost at sea, including Lindsay. John B was in denial. He believed his father was out there somewhere.

Big John was the closest thing Lindsay had to a father. When he disappeared, she was devastated, and so was John B.

The next day, John B unlocked his father’s office.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie followed John B into the office.

John B grabbed a bulletin board and placed it on the desk.

"Here. Look. This is the original owner.” John B pointed at a picture of a man.

"Robert Q. Routledge, 1880 to 1920." Kie read aloud. "There's the lucky compass."

“Actually, um...He was shot after he bought it.” John B said.

John B pointed at a picture of a man. “The compass was shipped back to Henry. He was killed in a crop-dusting accident when he had the compass.”

“After he died, the compass was given to Stephen.” John B pointed at a picture of a man. “Stephen had the compass with him when he died in Vietnam.”

“Let me guess…He died in action, right?” JJ asked.

“Uh, actually, he was killed by a banana truck. In…In country. After that, he passed the compass down to my dad.” John B said.

“Hm. Sounds like there's a reoccurring theme here.” JJ said.

“Yeah. You have a death compass.” Pope said.

“I do not.” John B denied.

“You have a death compass.” Pope said.

“Get rid of it. It's cursed, and it made its way back to you.” JJ said.

“Look. My dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes.” John B opened the compass.

“Redfield” was scratched into the side of the compass in Big John’s handwriting.

“What’s that?” Kie asked.

“That wasn’t there before. This is my dad’s handwriting.” John B said.

“How can you know that?” Pope asked.

“Because he does these weird Rs.” John B showed Pope the handwriting. “See it?”

“Can I see it?” JJ asked.

John B showed JJ the handwriting.

JJ tried to read the handwriting. “Red-Rout-No, I think that’s an A.”

Lindsay and Kie stood next to JJ, looking over his shoulder.

“It says Redfield.” Kie said.

“Right.” JJ said.

“Okay, well, what’s Redfield? Besides the most common name in the county?” Lindsay asked.

Lindsay was wearing a white t-shirt, dark blue denim shorts that reached her mid-thigh, and black low-top Vans sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, soft brown eyeshadow, and nude lip gloss. On her right wrist, she wore the friendship bracelet Kie had made for her.

“Maybe it’s a clue to where he’s hiding.” John B said.

The men who chased the Pogues through the marsh came to the Château. They took Big John’s research.

After having a run-in with the police twice, John B was fed up. He took his family tree to the backyard and set it on fire. A few seconds later, he changed his mind and fished it out with a metal rod. He saw the name Olivia Routledge.

It was nighttime. John B, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie were at the graveyard.

“You know how you’re trying to remember a song and can’t remember who sings it?” John B asked.

“Yeah.” Kie said.

“So, Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it’s not a place. It’s a person.” John B said.

“Voi-effing-là.” JJ responded.

“My great-great grandmother, Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name.” John B said.

John B, JJ, and Pope tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I can get through.” Lindsay said.

Lindsay was wearing a grey long-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black high-top Nike sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, soft brown eyeshadow, and nude lip gloss. On her right wrist, she wore the friendship bracelet Kie had made for her.

JJ’s protective side started to show. “Lindsay, don’t.”

“This is about John B’s dad. He deserves to know the truth. I’ll be careful, I promise.” Lindsay said.

JJ sighed. “Fine. I’ll give you a boost.”

Lindsay stepped on JJ’s hands, and he gave her a boost. She found an envelope that read “For Bird.” She passed it to John B.

When the Pogues got back to the Château, John B opened the envelope. Inside, there was a map to the HMS Royal Merchant, as well a tape recorder.

John B pressed play.

The Pogues heard Big John’s voice. “If something happens to me, finish what I started.”

John B started crying.

Lindsay pulled John B into a hug. “I’m sorry.”

The next day, after looking up the coordinates on the map, the Pogues came up with a plan to steal an underwater drone from the impound lot. Their plan worked. They took Pope’s father’s boat to the marsh. Lindsay dropped the drone into the water, and Kie marked where it was going. When the drone reached the shipwreck, there was no gold. Everyone was devastated.

A few days later, John B was running from child protective services. He fell off his bike and tripped over a chain. Ward’s daughter, Sarah, found him and saw a scrape on his stomach. She took him to her house.

Sarah began cleaning John B’s wound.

“Who…Uh, who’s the dude on the wall?” John B asked.

“Denmark Tanny, the founder of Tannyhill.” Sarah said.

“Founder?” John B asked.

Sarah nodded. “Mm-hm.”

“How did a slave become the founder of a cotton plantation?” John B asked.

“He was a free man. He’s kind of a mystery. He showed up out of nowhere and paid for all of the land around here in gold.” Sarah said.

“In gold?” John B asked.

Sarah nodded. “Mm-hm.”

John B got out of his seat.

“Hey, wh-I’m not finished, Sancho.” Sarah said.

“Denmark Tanny. I…I recognize that name. He…He was on the Royal Merchant, but there were no survivors. What else do you know about this guy?” John B asked.

“Uh…When we moved in, we found a diary, an almanac, and a bunch of papers. My dad donated all of it to the state archives at Chapel Hill.” Sarah said.

“Can I go see that?” John B asked.

“See what?” Sarah asked.

“The…The archives. I need…I need to see them.” John B said.

“I can get you in if you want. He has a trustee pass.” Sarah said.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I need that.” John B said.

“To Chapel Hill?” Sarah asked.

“Yes. Right now.” John B said.

“Why now?” Sarah asked.

“I…I can’t tell you that.” John B said.

“More fugitive stuff?” Sarah asked.

“Uh…Fugitive adjacent, sort of. It’s…Um, it’s a matter of national security.” John B said.

Sarah smiled. “I’ve waited my entire life for someone to say that to me.”

“I know this sounds crazy, but I need to borrow that pass. The less you know, the better, okay? You’ve just…You’ve got to trust me.” John B told Sarah.

“No. I don’t trust anyone, especially not with a trustee pass.” Sarah said.

“I need to go now.” John B said.

“Okay, then I’m coming with you.” Sarah said.

“No.” John B said.

“Yes. One last mission, and then I’m out of this dirty, dirty game. Come on. Let’s go.” Sarah told John B.

John B and Sarah changed their clothes and went to the University of North Carolina. They found a letter written by Denmark Tanny. It was in Gullah. They couldn’t translate it.

John B figured Mr. Sunn, the history teacher at Kildare County High School, could translate the letter.

The next day, John B walked into Mr. Sunn’s classroom.

Mr. Sunn was surprised. “Hell has frozen over.”

“I guess it has. Uh...I couldn't stop thinking about your class, Mr. Sunn.” John B said.

“You must need money.” Mr. Sunn said.

“How much can you spare?” John B joked.

Mr. Sunn gave John B a stern look.

“Uh, sorry. Just kidding. Actually, I was going through some of my father's stuff, and I…I found this letter. It's from a local landowner. I was wondering if you could translate it. Um…It…It’s in Gullah, and I remember that from our local history unit.” John B said.

“It's gratifying to know some of it sunk in.” Mr. Sunn said.

“Yeah, some of it.” John B said.

“Yeah...Even though you spent half the class on a surf break.” Mr. Sunn said.

“Only the big swells. So, uh, the letter…” John B trailed off.

John B handed the letter to Mr. Sunn.

Mr. Sunn began translating the letter. “Uh…Dated 1844. To my beloved son Robert. I am awaiting the hour of my public murder with great composure of mind and cheerfulness, knowing I am soon bound for glory.”

“He was lynched.” John B said.

Mr. Sunn continued translating the letter. “Do not nurse grief to vengeance, but instead trust in God with all your heart, for He doeth all things well. Until we meet again in Heaven, your loving father, Denmark Tanny."

“That's it?” John B asked.

“There's a postscript, but it's just a planter's log.” Mr. Sunn said.

“Can you read that for me?” John B asked.

Mr. Sunn translated the postscript. “Matters applicable to the property and the estate. Bacca, cotton, corn, tomato. But lastly, to Robert, harvest the wheat near the water in Parcel Nine forthwith."

Mr. Sunn gave the letter back to John B. “That's it.”

“On the day that he dies, he writes a letter to his son telling him to harvest the wheat?” John B asked.

“It's a little odd, to be honest, but look...” Mr. Sunn trailed off.

Mr. Sunn showed John B the symbol that was on the bottom of the letter. John B realized wheat meant gold.

“I…I can't tell you how much this means to me. You helped me out so much. Thank you. Uh, I…I hope you have a great summer.” John B said.

John B left.

That night, John B got a map from Sarah. He, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie searched for a stone wall. Parcel Nine turned out to be Mrs. Crain’s house.

"This is it." Pope said.

“Are you kidding me?” Kie asked.

“Not the Crain house.” John B complained.

“Worst case scenario,” JJ grumbled.

“Why did it have to be here?” Lindsay asked.

Lindsay was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black high-top Adidas sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, soft brown eyeshadow, and nude lip gloss. On her right wrist, she wore the friendship bracelet Kie had made for her.

“I heard Mrs. Crain buried her husband’s head on the property.” JJ said.

“I heard she killed her husband with an axe and she has been holed up ever since. On certain nights, when the moon is full, you can see her in the window!" Kie wiggled her fingers and chuckled.

“It's not funny, 'cause it's true. I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis.” JJ said.

“Wait. You knew Hollis Crain?” Pope asked.

JJ nodded. “Yeah.”

“How?” Pope asked.

“She was my babysitter. She told me the truth about her mother and what happened in this house. As a kid, she heard that her mother killed her father. She didn’t believe it. Until that night. It all came back to her. When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. She went downstairs and saw her mother washing her hands in a sink full of blood. Her mother said that she cut her finger. The next morning, her mother told her that she and her father split up. But then Hollis noticed something. Her mother was constantly going in and out of the parlour with plastic bags. Weeks passed, and Hollis decided to use the outhouse. As she was using it, she looked down and saw her father’s head looking straight back at her.” JJ said.

“You are so full of shit,” John B muttered.

“Dude, I swear to God.” JJ responded.

“Did she call the police?” Pope asked.

“She didn’t have time.” JJ said.

John B started walking towards the house.

“Wait!” JJ yelled.

John B stopped walking.

“What?” John B asked.

“You sure you want to do this? She’s an axe murderer. You have a cast on.” JJ said.

“I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer. I’ve got nothing to lose. You coming or what?” John B asked.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie followed John B into the house.

“So, here’s the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark’s letter.” John B told his friends.

“What kind of water? Pond water?” Pope asked.

JJ chuckled. “Bong water?”

“No. It…It just said look for water.” John B said.

“That’s the shittiest secret message ever.” Kie complained.

“You want to complain a little more, Kie? Nobody said it was going to be easy.” John B said.

John B opened a wooden door. He walked through the door. JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie followed him.

John B, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie were in a basement. There were mosquitoes everywhere. Pope knew there was water nearby. The group found a well under the floor boards.

John B and Sarah developed feelings for each other and started dating. She lost her virginity to him.

It was nighttime. John B, Sarah, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie were at Mrs. Crain’s house.

Lindsay smiled. “Let’s go get rich.”

Lindsay was wearing an unbuttoned long-sleeved blue and grey flannel shirt over a grey tank top, dark blue denim jeans, and grey high-top Converse sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, soft brown eyeshadow, and nude lip gloss. On her right wrist, she wore the friendship bracelet Kie had made for her.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie were about to get out of the Twinkie, but John B stopped them.

“Wait, wait. I want to say thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you're here tonight.” John B said.

Kie smiled. “Always.”

Pope smiled. “Of course, man.”

John B, Pope, and Kie did the Pogue handshake.

“All right, are we done with this circle jerk? Can we go do this?” JJ asked.

“Yeah. Let’s go get that wheat in the water.” Pope turned his flashlight on.

JJ got excited. “Weed? I’m up for weed.”

“Wheat. I said wheat.” Pope said.

John B, Sarah, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie got out of the Twinkie.

John B, Sarah, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie jumped over Mrs. Crain’s fence.

Lights turned on.

"Fuck!" Lindsay yelled.

John B, Sarah, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie got behind a bush.

“Flashlights!" Kie yelled.

John B, Sarah, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie turned their flashlights off.

John B put his index finger in front of his mouth. “Shh.”

Pope sighed. “Okay, so she has motion sensor lights.”

"We could…Uh…Move really slowly.” JJ suggested.

“What?" Sarah asked.

“That’s not how it works.” Pope said.

John B had an idea. “Oh, shit. Let's throw a rock at it."

"What?" Pope asked.

"That's a really good idea. Let the axe murderer know that we're here.” Kie scoffed.

Pope looked at John B in disbelief. “Throw a rock at it?”

“You have a better idea?” John B asked.

“Literally anything but that.” Kie said.

“What about the breaker in the circuit box on the porch? We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids. If we were brave enough, we��d go all the way up to the porch. I’ve seen it.” Sarah said.

“No, no. You’re not going in the house alone.” John B told Sarah.

“Watch me.” Sarah responded.

“I’ll go with her.” Lindsay said.

“Crain chops people into pieces.” JJ said.

“She’s like, what, 85? She’s probably barely still kicking.” Sarah said.

“I’ll go with them.” Kie said.

“We’ll wait for your signal.” Pope said.

John B gave his girlfriend a peck on the lips. “Be safe.”

“I will.” Sarah said.

JJ gave his girlfriend a peck on the lips. “Be careful.”

“I will.” Lindsay said.

Sarah, Lindsay, and Kie walked up to the porch.

“She must have a generator plugged into the main power supply.” Lindsay said.

Sarah, Lindsay, and Kie found the circuit box.

Kie opened the box.

Sarah, Lindsay, and Kie looked inside the box.

“Where are the breakers?" Sarah asked.

"What the hell is this?" Lindsay asked, gesturing to the wires that were in the box.

"No, no, no," Sarah muttered.

Kie held up her flashlight. "Shit. It goes inside."

Sarah, Lindsay, and Kie found the breaker box and flipped the switches that turned off the motion sensor lights.

John B looked at JJ and Pope. “They did it. Go time.”

John B, JJ, and Pope went to the basement. JJ and Pope started lowering John B towards the well. They accidentally dropped John B while trying to situate the rope.

“I told you not to drop me!” John B yelled.

John B’s yelling woke Mrs. Crain. She tried to kill Sarah, Lindsay, and Kie.

John B stumbled across a secret tunnel. He saw gold bars and a skull.

Sarah, Lindsay, and Kie went to the basement and told JJ and Pope that Mrs. Crain tried to kill them. Mrs. Crain chased everyone with a shotgun. John B grabbed some gold bars and climbed out of the well. Everyone got in the Twinkie as fast as they could.

John B showed Sarah, JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie the gold.

Everyone got excited and repeatedly yelled, “Full Kook!”

Ward killed the men who took Big John’s research. Ward had been hunting for the Royal Merchant for years. He was the one who killed Big John.

Ward saw John B and Sarah standing below his window. He opened the window so that he would be able to hear them.

“400 million dollars. It’s all there.” John B said.

“That’s crazy.” Sarah said.

“We did it. Now we just have to get it out of there.” John B said.

“Right. How are we going to do that?” Sarah asked.

Ward figured out where the gold was. He put the gold on his private plane. The plane would be going to the Bahamas.

John B parked the Twinkie in front of the plane. Ward had no choice but to stop the plane.

Sheriff Peterkin arrived.

“Oh, thank God you’re here, Susan. I told you he lost his God damn mind.” Ward said.

“Put your hands on your head.” Sheriff Peterkin ordered.

Ward looked at John B. “I’d do what she said, kid.”

“She’s talking to you, Ward.” John B said.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Big John Routledge.” Sheriff Peterkin said.

“Are you kidding me?” Ward asked.

“Put your hands on your head.” Sheriff Peterkin ordered.

“Are you kidding me, Sue?” Ward asked.

“Put your hands on your head!” Sheriff Peterkin yelled.

Ward put his hands on his head.

“Turn around.” Sheriff Peterkin ordered.

Ward turned around.

“Get on your knees.” Sheriff Peterkin ordered.

Ward got on his knees.

“I don’t like being used. I waited a long time for this.” Sheriff Peterkin said.

Sheriff Peterkin got ready to arrest Ward. He resisted, so she pulled out her gun.

Sarah’s drug-addled brother, Rafe, was nearby. He shot Sheriff Peterkin.

“Rafe, what did you do?” Ward asked.

“I saved you, Dad. I saved you.” Rafe responded.

Ward made Rafe take Sarah home, then he waited for Sheriff Peterkin to bleed out. When Deputy Shoupe arrived, Ward claimed that John B was the one who killed Sheriff Peterkin.

John B became a fugitive.

Several people were looking for John B because there was a reward.

JJ managed to get his hands on Luke’s boat, the Phantom. The Phantom was the first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under 16 hours. It was 40 years old and still the fastest boat that Kildare Island had ever seen.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie were waiting for John B. They had put the Phantom in the water.

“Where is he?" Kie asked.

"Give him a second. He'll be here." Pope said.

"He's coming. He'll be fine." JJ said.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie heard sirens.

“JJ?” Lindsay called out.

Lindsay was wearing a grey tank top that stopped a few inches above her belly button and showed off the lower part of her flat stomach, dark blue denim shorts that reached her mid-thigh, and black low-top Converse sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, soft brown eyeshadow, and nude lip gloss. On her right wrist, she wore the friendship bracelet Kie had made for her.

“Get back on the boat. Untie it." JJ told Lindsay, Pope, and Kie.

Lindsay, Pope, and Kie scurried to the boat. JJ frantically tried to get it ready to take off.

A police car pulled up.

"Shit." Kie started to untie the boat.

Kie stopped what she was doing when the sirens turned off and John B stepped out of the police car.

Lindsay noticed John B. “Wait. No way."

Pope and JJ’s eyes landed on John B.

“No effing way,” Pope muttered.

JJ had a smile on his face as he climbed over the rail of the boat. “You've got to be kidding me."

Kie laughed. “Uh…”

John B walked towards the dock. “Shoupe let me take it for a spin."

Kie pulled John B into a hug. “Okay, that’s believable. I'll buy that for now."

"It wasn't easy, bro, but I got the Phantom for you, and she runs like she was made yesterday. You ready to go?” JJ asked, tossing John B the keys to the Phantom.

"Where's Sarah?" John B asked.

"She's not with you?" Kie asked.

"No. We got separated in the swamp. She said she was going to meet me here." John B said.

“We haven’t seen her.” Lindsay said.

“Okay, well, I'm not leaving without her." John B said.

"John B, look at me." JJ walked to the edge of the boat, bending down and looking into John B’s eyes. "I know you feel bad for leaving, but there's no time, man. You've got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it's a straight shot across the sound to Dismal Swamp, okay? Once you get there, lay low, all right? Hang out for a couple of weeks, and then go overland. Cross the border at Brownsville. You got that?"

JJ put his hand on John B's shoulder. “Brownsville. You…”

John B looked around.

“Hey!” JJ yelled.

John B looked at JJ.

“You got that?" JJ asked.

John B nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Brownsville."

Thunder rumbled.

JJ jumped onto the dock. “All right, saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Let's do this.”

JJ walked over to Lindsay and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Lindsay pulled Kie towards her as JJ reached for Pope. The four of them shared a side hug as they looked at their friend.

“Hey.” John B stepped onto the boat. “I'm sorry for basically throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing."

John B was on the verge of tears as he grabbed the straps of his backpack.

“Hey, John B. Yo, we were bound to run off a cliff at some point, right?” JJ asked.

John B nodded. “Yeah.”

“At least we did it together, though. Pogue style.” JJ said, pulling Lindsay, Pope, and Kie closer to him.

“Pogue style." John B repeated, his voice soft.

"Get out of here! Please." Kie begged.

Pope spoke. “Now.”

“We’ll see you in two months.” Pope pointed at the water. “Down in Mexico.”

Lindsay called John B by the nickname Big John had given him. “I'm going to miss you, Bird.”

John B called Lindsay by the nickname Big John had given her. “I’m going to miss you too, sweet pea.”

“Love you, brother,” JJ said as John B walked to the wheel.

"Hey, wait…Wait a second." John B put his hand in front of his mouth and held back a sob. "Tell Sarah I said goodbye, okay?"

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie nodded. Tears formed in their eyes.

JJ wiped away his tears. “Don't forget. Cross the border at Brownsville, okay?"

“Got it.” John B said.

Kie finished untying the boat.

John B put the keys in the ignition.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie saluted John B as he drove down the marsh.

John B noticed that Sarah was running towards him. He grabbed her hand and helped her get in the boat. They passed the lighthouse. The lighthouse was surrounded by police officers. Hoping no one would see them, they went dark and let the tide take them across the water. Unfortunately, the power came back on. They attempted to go inland as a tropical storm arrived, but the police chase forced them into the open sea.

Ward spoke into his radio. “John B. John B, I know you’re there, son. I know you can hear me, and if you love my daughter like I think you love my daughter, then you will turn that boat around and come back. You are going into a storm that you cannot survive. John B, please. I will make it right. I promise you. Come back. John B, I am begging you. Think of her and turn around.”

John B spoke into his radio. “Ward Cameron, do you hear me?”

Ward spoke into his radio. “Yes, yes. Son, I’m right here. I’m right here. Please bring her back, okay? We’ll work it out when you get home.”

John B spoke into his radio. “You killed my father, and you framed me for a murder I didn’t commit. You took everything from me! But I’m still here. And I swear to God, Ward, I will come back one day and take what’s mine. You listen to me, all right? I’m coming for you.”

Deputy Shoupe arrested Ward. The Phantom capsized, and John B and Sarah were presumed dead.

JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie were in a police tent. Deputy Shoupe told them that the officers lost John B and Sarah.

Tears formed in JJ, Lindsay, Pope, and Kie’s eyes.

Deputy Shoupe was sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”

Pope pulled Kie into a hug.

JJ pulled Lindsay into a hug. He stroked her hair.

Pope’s parents, Bobby and Cara Heyward, showed up, and so did Kie’s parents, Mike and Anna Carrera.

JJ and Lindsay watched as Pope and Kie hugged their parents.

Pope’s parents pulled JJ and Lindsay into their group hug. Bobby stroked JJ’s hair. Cara rubbed Lindsay’s back.

Pope and Kie developed feelings for each other, became a couple, and lost their virginity.

John and Sarah were rescued by a fishing boat. The captain told them that they were going to Nassau. They realized that they had a chance to recover the gold.

THE END

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Outer Banks Season 3 Review: A Thrilling Adventure Unfolds

Outer Banks Season 3 review is here, and fans are in for an action-packed ride alongside the Pogues. The season continues the story from where Season 2 left off, with John B., Sarah Cameron, and their friends still on the run and searching for John B.'s father.

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In this article, we will talk about Outer Banks Season 3 Review with all episodes, highlighting key moments and plot developments.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 1: Poguelandia

The premiere episode, "Poguelandia," plunges the Pogues into a stranded situation on a deserted island. Desperate to return to civilization, they encounter Jimmy, who offers them a way off the island. However, they soon discover that Jimmy is not who he seems, and danger lurks around every corner.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 2: The Bells

In "The Bells," the Pogues find themselves hiding in Barbados, evading Carlos Singh, who has captured Kie. Determined to rescue her, they devise a plan while knowing that Singh's men are in pursuit. The episode showcases the Pogues' resourcefulness and the constant risks they face.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 3: Fathers and Sons

"Fathers and Sons" focuses on the emotional reunion between John B. and his father, Big John. As they catch up, the rest of the Pogues plan their next move. The episode explores the bond between father and son and sets the stage for the season's challenges.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 4: The Diary

In "The Diary," the Pogues search for Denmark Tanney's diary back in the Outer Banks. They break into Mr. Sunn's house but find a map instead. The diary holds treasure clues and reveals Tanney's story, adding depth to the adventure. Ward Cameron tries to mend his relationship with Sarah, complicating the Pogues' journey.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 5: Heists

"Heists" sees the Pogues targeting the cross of Saint Christopher, currently in Rafe Cameron's possession. Their plan to steal it unfolds with high stakes, as Ward Cameron remains a constant threat. The episode highlights the dangers they face and the importance of securing the cross.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 6: The Dark Forest

"The Dark Forest" takes the Pogues on a mission to rescue Big John and pursue the treasure in South America. Carlos Singh becomes a formidable adversary, adding tension to their journey. Meanwhile, Ward Cameron's ambitions complicate matters further.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 7: Happy Anniversary

In "Happy Anniversary," the Pogues draw closer to their treasure goal while navigating personal challenges within the group. Pope's feelings for Cleo and Singh's relentless pursuit test their bonds. The episode builds suspense as the Pogues approach the climax of the season.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 8: Tapping the Rudder

"Tapping the Rudder" intensifies the race between the Pogues and Ward Cameron. With Pope kidnapped, they must rescue him and stay on track. The stakes are higher than ever as they reach the treasure's location.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 9: Welcome to Kitty Hawk

"Welcome to Kitty Hawk" presents unexpected twists as the Pogues face Ward Cameron's treachery and a cursed ship full of gold. Breaking the curse becomes imperative as they struggle to safeguard their lives.

Outer Banks Season 3 Episode 10: Secret of the Gnomon

The final episode, "Secret of the Gnomon," propels the Pogues toward the culmination of their treasure hunt. They face ongoing dangers while discovering the Gnomon's location. Ward Cameron's pursuit and their own sacrifices test their resolve in a thrilling conclusion.

Conclusion

In this comprehensive Outer Banks Season 3 review, it is evident that the show delivers an enthralling and action-packed journey that keeps viewers on the edge of their seats. With its non-stop excitement and gripping storyline, Outer Banks Season 3 is a must-watch for fans of the series. The Pogues' quest in this season is filled with formidable enemies, personal obstacles, and the inherent risks of treasure hunting.

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Rocky Road S2 (JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader)

Just wanted to inform everyone that these chapters will be shorter due to most of this season showing John B and Sarah.

Part 1, Episode 1

Summary; In Outer Banks, The Pogues have to live life without John B. Reader is told she may have to go into the system. The Pogues find out John Bs alive.

Warnings; Mentions of character deaths, I don’t have a name for the social worker so I made one up.

A/N; Beep beep bitches, we’re back. Hope you enjoy!

Tag list: @sinisterspidey @parkerhale13 @thoughts-elsewhere @b-lueberryy (nothing came up :( )

“How are you feeling today, Y/N?”

You look up from your crossed arms. Across the desk, sat the same social worker that you had talked to only months ago regarding the whereabouts of your uncle. The seat that John B used to sit in next to you remains empty.

“My dad and twin brother both got lost and died at sea,” You remind, head tilting with a quick narrow of your eyes, “My mother abandoned me when I was three,” A slight shake of your head and you look up, “And my uncle basically abandoned me, too. So, please, how should I feel today, Angie?”

“Y/N, I’m only here to help,” Angie sighs, writing quick words on her note pad before folding her hands out in front of her,

“Yeah, help me get into the system,” You scoff, sitting up, “I don’t want your help,”

“You have no legal guardian,” Angie reminds, “Youre only seventeen,”

“Seventeen and perfectly capable of making my own decisions, thank you,”

“Not legally, you’re not,” Angie shoots, watching you throw your hands up,

“Mrs. Carrera already said she’d take me in. Why won’t you just let her?”

“That’s not how this works, Y/N,” Angie tries,

“I’m going to end up in a different home anyways!” You shout, the woman’s face remaining blank, “Why not just let me stay with my friend and her parents who are willing to let me live with them?!”

You grab your bookbag, standing up with a short huff, “I can’t believe you pulled me out of class for this shit, we were gonna lose either way, huh?”

“Watch your language, please, Y/N,” Angie sighs, “You can go now. Just keep in mind that there will be changes in the near future,”

“Yeah, fuck you,” You mutter, slamming the door behind you so the janitor nearby glared.

“Well you seem pleased,” You glance over, eyes spotting your blonde boyfriend against the lockers with his bag draped at his shoulder,

“They still want to put me in the system,” You sigh, JJ pushing off the lockers to slide an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you start walking towards your classroom,

“I thought Kies mom said you could stay with them,” JJ raises an eyebrow, and you nod, frowning,

“She won’t listen,” You pause in the hall in front of your class, feeling JJ peck your temple before he pulls his arm free, stepping into the classroom first,

“Ah, Miss Routledge, Mr. Maybank,” Mr. Sunn turns to point his piece of chalk at you, “How nice of you to join us. Together,”

“Angie took too long,” You shrug, moving past JJ who cracks his knuckles with a sheepish grin,

“My bike tire blew on the way here. I just happened to run into her,”

“Mhm,” Mr. Sunn rolls his eyes, gesturing to the desks, “Take a seat, JJ,”

The blonde nods almost instantly, flicking his eyebrows as he drops into his desk, eyes moving to Pope and Kiara who both turned to you in a whisper.

“Well?” Your eyes flick between them, shaking your head, slightly,

“She’s wanting to put me in the system as soon as next week,” You mutter, Kiara scoffing,

“My mom said she’d take you in,”

“That’s what I tried telling her,” You respond, your teachers sudden shush causing you to look away, down at the notebook you’ve pulled out.

At the sudden vibration of not just one, but four phones, you mindlessly pick your device from the corner of your desk and lift the screen so it lit up, showing incoming message unknown number

Your eyes flick up to JJ, who glances over his shoulder and raises his phone for you to see. Same thing. You and the blonde look to your two friends, both nodding.

You lean forward to grab JJs wrist, holding his phone beside yours as you both click the notifications, a photo popping up on both screens that reveals your so called dead brother and his supposedly dead girlfriend.

Your breath hitches, JJs eyes snapping up to Kiara and Pope to see their own wide eyes, before you suddenly slide your book into your bag, rushing to stand up, “Sorry, Angie needs to talk again,”

“You just talked with her,” Mr. Sunn calls out, watching as JJ rushed after you, followed by Kiara and Pope, “She doesn’t need to talk to all of you-! Know what, I don’t care,”

“Shit, shit!” The group of four take off down the hall, Pope sliding into a set of lockers that causes the janitor to glare, watching the four students depart outside to the courtyard,

“I mean, is it even possible?” Kiara immediately begins to rant, hand clutching her own phone as she starts to pace back and forth, “I mean, Shoupe said that they didn’t make it. He said that,”

“Okay, but I-I think we’re overreacting, cause we can’t rule out the possibility that this could all be some kind of weird, cruel hoax,” Pope reminds, eyes flicking to you as you stare at your device,

“But what if he really is alive?” Your breath is soft, almost- most definitely- hesitant as your teary eyes look up at JJ in front of you, “This is dad all over again, J-,”

“Okay, hey,” JJ cuts, hand grasping yours as he raises his phone next to yours, “Let’s try this, Kie, ask him,”

You watch as Kiaras message pops up in the group chat- her simply putting a WTF is this? Is this you? Before allowing who you hoped to be your brother to respond.

Is JJ there?

You look up at the blonde to watch him smile. Hastily, he responds, I’m here Bree

Almost instantly, your phones ding and you look down at John Bs response- Did you pimp my short board?

Exhaling a breathy laugh, you blink away your tears as JJ laughs, too, breathing out a “It’s him,” as he shoves his phone back into his pocket and raises his hands to your face, lips pecking yours once, twice,

“It’s him,” You reassure yourself, letting JJs thumb wipe the loose tears, before his arms slide around your shoulders, pulling you into his front,

“Laying super low in Nassau,” Kie reads John Bs next text, “How the hell did they get in the Bahamas?”

“You can’t kill a Pogue, especially John B,” JJ leans back, looking down at his phone at another ping

How’s Y/N, JJ?

At this, you raise your phone camera to your face, showing him your middle finger along with a short, That’s for scaring the shit out of me.

JJ chuckles, tugging you into his side with a peck to your temple.

I’ve got her.

“I owe you five bucks,”

“Were you seriously betting on my dead brother?”

“Technically he’s not dead. But yes,”

“Kiara, I need those setups done by five!” Kies mom, Anna, calls, drawing your attention back up to the porch of the Shipwreck,

“There are other people that work here,” Kie reminds, Anna shouting out, “None of em are my children!” Before the conversation drops,

“I feel that,” Pope inquires, “On a deep, emotional level, I understand that,”

“So we going to the Bahamas or what?” JJ asks, as you sit down on the ledge of the boat dock and allow JJ to lean next to you,

“Dude, there’s no way we’re getting to the Bahamas,”

“John Bs will get nabbed sooner or later,” Kie informs, “So if we’re gonna clear his name, we need to have done it yesterday,”

“I’ll tell you how we do it,” JJ pushes to stand up, and Pope raises his head,

“Oh so you have it all planned out?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. We kidnap Rafe,”

“Wait, what?” You exhale, staring at JJ as he sits down and rests his elbows on his knees, “Please repeat,”

“We kidnap Rafe, tie him up and stick the gun in his mouth and just wait till he starts squawking,”

“Jesus, JJ,” You stand up, running your hands through your wind blown hair, “I thought you were over this gun shit,”

“I am!”

“Obviously not!” You shoot, throwing a hand up, “That gun has been the most problem lately, as if I didn’t tell you to get rid of it!”

“I can’t just get rid of it when it could become useful, babe,” JJ pushes to stand himself, and you tilt your head,

“Did the whole Peterkin thing just not sit in your mind? In one ear out the other?”

“You know, tortures a war crime,” Kie tries to break,

“Yeah, so how exactly do you plan on clearing John Bs name from a prison cell?” Pope asks, “Because that’s a felony,”

“Alright well, what do you got, Pope?” JJ sits back down, ignoring your breathless huff, “I was just trying to keep it simple. You know, one stop and we’re done,”

“Guys, all we need is a material witness. We saw Wards plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside it. He didn’t fly it. If someone else flew, they were there on the tarmac. They saw Peterkin get murdered,” Pope looks at you, “We just have to find whoever that was and get them to confess on record,”

“And how do we do that?” You breathe, Pope shrugging a single shoulder,

“A little light espionage,”

“A little ghost recon,” JJ slides his hat on his head, grinning at Pope,

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Woogity, baby,”

“So this is how it’ll go. I plant my phone in his car, and with my AirPods it’ll record anything he says. Then, we have a recording,”

“And you’re sure it’ll work?” You shift your legs over JJs lap in the back seat of Kiaras car, Pope glancing at you over his shoulder,

“Maybe. But it’s worth a try,” He sighs, “Alright, uh, honk or yell or something if you see anything suspicious,”

“Try not to do anything too dangerous,” Kie pleas, Pope smirking,

“C’mon, I’m not JJ,”

“Got it, Pope,” JJ rolls his eyes, “I love third wheeling, thanks for that,”

“Aw, you’ve got me,” You slide your hand to the side of his neck, letting him look down at you, “Is that not enough?”

“Anything to block the obvious tension,” JJ teases, Kiara glaring through the rear view mirror as you giggle,

“Funny, guys,” Kiara mutters, ignoring the way JJ leans down and presses a long kiss to your lips.

“Alright,” Pope climbs back into the front seat, alerting your dozing form to sit up from JJs shoulder, “Phase one is complete,”

“So, should I do an accent?” Kiara holds her phone, ready to call the man inside the house,

“Definitely disguise your voice,” Pope nods, and you scrunch your nose,

“But don’t make the accent too obvious. He’ll think it’s a prank,”

“Well how would you like me to talk, talk like this?” Kiara puts on a fake English accent, which JJ shakes his head to,

“Not like that,”

“Batman,” Pope tries, Kiara dropping her voice down that earns her your own shake of head.

“Just- be normal,”

“Okay, so, he was definitely pissed,” Pope flicks his eyebrows as Kie hangs up on Gavin, “Phase two complete. Now we wait and listen,”

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MASTERLIST season two

A/N: i do not claim to, nor do i own outer banks; the concept, characters, plot, etc

DAYS AFTER JOHN B: ELEVEN

The next morning, Kie picked them up for school.

Going to school was a chore. Waking up early, having to pay attention, spending eight hours inside when the weather was perfectly nice, having to socialize with people other than her friends, it was a bore.

That being said, despite her distaste from school, she knew she’d have to graduate in order to get out. Which meant, Andy actually kept up on her grades. She did her homework, studied for tests, and did the bare-minimum participation.

Her grades were nowhere up to par with Pope, that boy just had natural aptitude, but she was passing, and that was all she needed to get her diploma.

Today, there was a test in history, Mr. Sunn stood, monitoring them as they all focused, silently, answering question after question.

The door to the classroom opening, broke everyone from their trances. “Mr. Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute?”

At the mention of Pope’s name, Andy looked up. She didn’t recognize the man.

Mr. Sunn stood, walking over to the man. “We’re in the middle of a test.”

“I’m from the Vanderhorst Foundation.”

Those words convinced Mr. Sunn. “Mr. Heyward, it’s for you.” He said, giving Pope permission to exit the room.

Pope rose from his seat, quietly leaving the room, the random man following him. Andy returned to her test, but in just a few minutes, Pope returned, frantically walking back to his seat, and envelope in his hand.

Right behind him, Kie whispered. “What was that?”

Wordlessly, Pope turned around, showing them the envelope, which was closed with a wax seal, and entrapment of a bundle of wheat stamped into it.

Andy’s eyes widened. Holy shit.

“What the f-“ JJ said, seemingly at the top of his lungs. He noticed Mr. Sunn staring at him, annoyed. “Fudge. What the fudge.” He corrected himself.

Pope shook his head. “Talk later.” He whispered, placing the envelope back on his desk and returning to his work.

After history, they all had free period, and decided to spend it in the library, the safest and most internet-accessible place in the school.

Every question JJ or Kie had, Pope ignored, trudging through the groups of students to the library. “Am I gonna have to beat you with your protractor? What is going on?” JJ asked, agitated that Pope was not answering him.

“Sh!” The librarian scolded them upon arrival.

“Seriously, Pope you’re driving me insane.” Kie agreed as they all sat down in the computer area.

“Okay, so that guy was from the scholarship committee. Take a look at this.” Pope handed Kie the letter, but JJ intercepted. “Read it.”

“Out loud.” Kie said.

JJ peered down at the paper, the girls patiently waiting for him to read it. “I can’t read cursive.”

Andy’s shoulders dropped, leaning over and plucking the letter out of his hands. “Dear Mr. Heyward, I am reaching out because I have material evidence that could exonerate John B Routledge. It is of vital importance that you come and meet with me at my offices at twenty-seven King Street, Charleston, eight P.M sharp, tonight. Please come alone. Regards, C Limbrey.”

“Charleston?” JJ said.

“That’s like an eight-hour drive, plus the ferry.” Pope agreed, pacing back and forth. “How would we get there tonight?”

“We’d have to leave right now.” JJ answered, actually contemplating the insane idea. “And material evidence? What does that even mean?”

“It means she can clear John B.” Kie replied.

“Oh shit, then we’re going to Charleston!” JJ grinned.

Kie sighed. “I gotta tell my mom.”

“You in?” Pope turned to Andy, who hadn’t spoken much during the conversation.

“Got nobody at home waiting for me.” She replied, spinning herself in the desk chair.

“If we get it this time, we are not giving it to Shoupe.” Kie said.

Beside her, Pope was bent over a computer, typing away. “I’m not sure, but I think whoever this Limbrey person is, they might be related to the Captain of the Royal Merchant.”

Andy squinted, leaning under Pope’s arm to look at the picture. “Big John had his portrait in his office.”

Pope nodded. “So this person who wrote the letter, is most-likely related to the captain of the Royal Merchant, and she wants to discuss freeing John B with me?” He repeated back to himself.

JJ shrugged, clapping Pope on the shoulder. “I say we go.”

Pope jumped from JJ’s smack, looking down at Andy for confirmation. “Ya’ll are the ones with parents that care where you are, not me. I vote yes.”

He then looked at Kie. “It’ll take some convincing, but I think I can get away with it. After all, it’s only one night.”

With that, they all left school, they had to sneak out, through the doors by the pool in the basement.

They made it to Kie’s car, and they were off to pack overnight bags. First stop was JJ’s, he was in and out in less than five minutes, even though his dad wasn’t home (That was another story in itself).

Next was Andy’s, she grabbed a few random things, some snacks, portable charger, a blanket, the necessities for a road trip.

Then they headed to Pope’s, where they split off into two separate cars, the boys in Heyward’s truck, the girls in Kie’s car, and they met at Kie’s, where they were to leave her car.

Kie sighed, turning the car off. “Just beware, this probably won’t go down without a fight.”

“I won’t ask.” Andy shook her head, getting out of the car.

“Good, don’t.” Kie followed her. “Not worth the hassle.”

Andy tossed her backpack in the back of the truck, hopping inside next to JJ. “What’s going on?” He asked, questioning why Andy didn’t follow her inside.

“It’s not gonna be quick, and they’re gonna argue, so I figured I’d be better off just staying here.” Andy shrugged. “Just don’t push it, especially when she comes back, alright?”

“Yes ma’am.” JJ nodded, sliding further in the seat next to Pope. The two of them chit-chatted while they waited for Kie.

After a few minutes, Kie and her parents stood on the steps, just ahead of them, and Anna looked angry. “So how’d you get this rig, cause I know your old man didn’t let you have it?”

“I undid the intake valves on the carburetor, made it start pinging.” Pope replied.

“And now you’re gonna take it to cousin Jeff’s house, get it fixed… crash overnight.” JJ talked through the hypothetical plan, and Pope nodded.

“Mama’s letting you stay out on a school night?” Andy snickered, imagining Pope’s mom’s face when she found out the truth.

“I think we’re rubbing off on you Pope.” JJ smiled slyly. “Lying to your old man, stealing his truck. Kinda sounds familiar.” JJ laughed, looking over at Pope, who had no reaction to his prior statement. “Alright, sore subject, my bad-“

“I’d say we have about eighteen hours before he absolutely looses his shit.” Pope turned to look at them. “So as long as we get it back before then, I think we’re good-“

The sound of Kie’s voice yelling, interrupted Pope.

Andy looked up, seeing her coming down the steps towards the car. She slid over, opening the door for her.

“Look at your life!” Her dad was yelling.

Andy ducked her head out the door, smiling and waving at him. “Nice to see you Mr. C.”

Kie swatted at her, sliding into the seat next to her. The four of them were absolutely squished, thigh-to-thigh, no room for personal space.

“Hi, ma’am, sir. I promise to have your daughter back at a reasonable hour and safe.” Pope waved out his window.

“What are you doing?” Kie asked, hand on her door.

“Kiara, listen to me, you wanna go? Then go. But if you don’t come back at the proper time, then don’t come back at all!” Anna shouted, causing Kie to slam the door shut.

“She’s bluffin’.” JJ said, wiggling his arm out from beside him to wrap around Andy’s shoulder.

Kie sighed. “This shit would be so much easier without parents.”

Andy raised her eyebrows, looking at her. “Careful what you wish for, girlfriend.”

The drive to the ferry was a short and quiet one, the four of them staking out in the back of Heyward’s truck as they crossed to the mainland.

“I can’t handle it anymore! Boarding school? They seriously want to send me to a boarding school!” Kie groaned, propping herself up in the truck bed. “My parents are so paranoid of me being a Pogue like it’s the worst thing that could ever happen.”

“Hey, I hear they got good weed at boarding school though.” JJ grinned, seated atop the truck, literally, on top of it, a joint in his hand.

“I’m not going to boarding school!” Kie snapped back. “They’re gonna have to kidnap me, tie me up and throw me in a van. Cause I’m not going.”

Andy nodded in agreement, tucked in the adjacent corner of the truck bed. That’s the only way she’d get to a boarding school, that and she’d have to have parents that actually cared about her, and had money.

JJ hopped down from his seat, lighting the joint. “Well I say, we just crumble some herb right now, worry about the rest tomorrow.” He handed it to Kie.

“Hey Kie, have you tried to hit John B back that number yet?” Pope asked, standing outside of the truck.

“Like twenty-million times.” She replied, taking a hit.

“That’s quite a few times.” JJ nodded, taking it back from her.

“Some random lady at a hotel keeps answering.”

“Well, until we hear from him, we gotta try and clear his name.” Pope held up the letter. “Right now, this letter’s our best chance.”

“Right, stay on task.” JJ nodded to himself. “That’s why I love you Pope-“

Kie stood up, holding the joint out to him. “What Pope are you gonna be today?”

He took a moment to contemplate, before shaking his head. “I’m good. Gonna try to focus.”

Kie nodded, disappointed. “Good Pope. Boring Pope.” She turned to Andy. “What about you? Still going sober?”

Andy chewed her lip. To tell the truth, in the past (almost) two weeks since John B, she had thought about lighting up many times, lighting up and never stopping, same with drinking.

But another part of her took over, this part grew stronger every day. Her anxiety had taken hold again, telling her that there was no use in trying to dull the pain because it would never go away. So she had figured, why bother?

Eventually, after the alcohol wore off or she came down from the high, her anxiety would be there, waiting in the wings.

She just let it consume her whole. “Nah, I’m good.” She shook her head. “Stay sober with Pope.”

JJ frowned. “Who are you, and what have you done with my girl?” He gasped in shock, as Kie sat down next to him.

“I’ll take that then.” He grabbed at the blunt.

Andy rolled her eyes at their attempt at peer-pressuring her into smoking, stretching her legs out and laying down for a nap, her backpack as a pillow.

After a decent nap, a blunt, and roughly an hour, they made it to the mainland, squishing back in Heyward’s truck, they began their 120+ mile drive to Charleston.

Kie kept skimming the letter, trying to understand what it meant. “Guys, I’ve read this thing like a thousand times, it makes no sense. I mean the Limbreys own like half of Charleston.”

“What do the Kook kings of Charleston know about a murder on Kildare Island?” Andy questioned, peering over Kie’s shoulder at the letter.

“And why you specifically? That’s the other creepy thing.” JJ asked, nudging Pope’s arm.

“”Please come alone”, that’s hella sus.” Kie agreed.

“I was thinking the same thing, I think it’s because-“ Pope began, but the sound of the car sputtering and slowing down, interrupted him.

Steam leaked out the hood, fully covering the front windshield. “Oh, come on!”

“Pull over, that’s a lot of smoke.” Andy said. “Even for your dad’s truck.”

“Pope, I got sensitive lungs man, c’mon!” JJ grumbled, rolling up his window.

“I’m pulling over!” Pope yelled, whipping off the road.

“Yo, just slow down!” JJ yelled back, bracing himself. “What’re you doing, dude!”

Pope hit a particularly big bump, sending something flying off a tire.

He slammed the car to a stop, leaning down and pressing the hood lever. “No, no, no, no, no.” He mumbled, getting out of the car.

“Oh my…” JJ sighed, getting out the opposite side.

“It’s gonna blow up!” Kie scrambled out the side Pope left out of. “It’s gonna blow up!”

“It’s not gonna blow up!” Andy said, following JJ.

“Your little tinkering probably unhooked the radiator, Pope.” She stood beside him, peering into the hood.

“I haven’t seen this before.” JJ held the hubcap of one of the tires, like a prize. “Knocked the entire hubcap off!” He set it on the ground at Pope’s feet.

“Might wanna reschedule your meeting tonight-“

“Uh, plan B?” Kie spoke, aloud. “Public transportation. We could hitchhike, we could rent bikes.”

JJ walked up to Andy, looking into the hood too. “Yeah, it’s the radiator.” She said, confirming Pope’s problem.

“My dad’s gonna kill me.” He said, monotone.

“Yeah, he might.” JJ nodded, turning back to him.

Andy swatted his chest. “I’ll look up any towing companies nearby.” She said, walking back to the seat of the truck where her phone was.

“Preferably the cheapest towing company!” Pope called after her.

“Where we are, you might just wanna take what you get.” JJ shrugged.

“JJ, read the room!” Andy scolded him.

After some searching, they found the only nearby garage that offered towing services, and two hours and one awkward ride in the tow-truck later, the four of them found themselves even further in the middle-of-nowhere, at a garage that looked straight out of the early seventies.

The repairman looked over the car, Pope impatiently waiting five feet away.

“Think I might’ve found a problem.” He said, making Pope jump up and rush over to him.

“A problem-“

“There’s many problems with this truck, kid, but I found a few big ones.” Andy thought Pope was going to faint with that statement.

“I definitely think it’s the intake valve.” Pope gritted his teeth.

“Look, I can put a rush on it, but it’s gonna cost you a little extra.” The repairman shrugged.

Andy, growing extra anxious, feeding off of Pope’s anxiety, shook her head, walking away and joining Kie and JJ, as they sat in the back of an old pickup that was sat in the yard of the garage.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, dude’s in heaven right now. Gotta know the calibration point before you do anything with the intake valve JJ-“ He was mocking Pope.

Andy noticed Kie’s solemn face as she didn’t perk up at JJ’s teasing of Pope like she normally did. She tapped his shoulder, nodding in Kie’s direction.

JJ swatted at her leg. “Hey, you alright?”

“My mom is so worried that I’m gonna be a Pogue that she’s willing to send me to boarding school.” She said, looking up at them in disbelief.

“Well, I guess that’s what you get for hanging out with the wrong crowd Kie.” JJ said mockingly, taking a sip from his flask.

“I mean, I’m not gonna go.” She shrugged. “It’s too late anyway, I already am who I am.”

“Ain’t all that bad.” JJ smiled softly.

“Anna should be more thankful her daughter didn’t turn out more like me.” Andy nodded, agreeing with JJ. “She’s got a pretty great girl right in front of her and she doesn’t even realize it. Being a Pogue ain’t a death sentence.”

“Just look at that guy over there.” JJ pointed at Pope, who stood, seemingly arguing with the repairman. “He’d do anything for us. That’s a Pogue if I’ve ever seen one… Bone-deep.”

Kie smiled, looking back at them. “That’s just our opinion though.” Andy smiled back, leaning into JJ as he took another sip of his flask.

It didn’t actually take very long for the garage-owner to make the truck drivable again, but it did take $370 of Kiara’s parent’s money, and basically all of Pope’s stress.

Lucky for them though, the man let them sleep in the truck on his property, so at least they didn’t have to travel any further that night. Each of them had brought a blanket, laying them out on the bed of the truck so it was a little more comfortable than straight-aluminum.

Andy laid against the back of the truck, JJ beside her, on his back, an arm protectively draped around her shoulders beneath them, as they used their backpacks for pillows.

“Night everyone.” Pope announced softly.

“M-hm.” Andy mumbled, pulling the flask out of JJ’s limp hands, sleep taking control over her quickly.

“Good night.” Kie said, as sleep blissfully took them all over

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