"Jaxx, get your ass out of bed!" A voice shouted through the small mobile home I lived in. I groaned, pulling up the comforter of my bed over my head, and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Can't I take a day off," I shot back," I've worked nights every day this week and I picked up Lori's afternoon shifts since she's on the mainland!" I heard footsteps approaching my door and braced myself for a thirty-minute lecture on work ethics and how "I don't pay bills so I should be grateful I even have a place in this damn house". The door swung open and I automatically curled into myself, refusing to get out from under the covers. 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzzFYzGi2NR
I felt the covers get ripped off of me, and I groaned at the sudden light flooding into my eyes, making my headache even worse. "Wakey wakey."
I glared at the person who ripped off my refuge and was surprised when I saw JJ standing at the foot of my bed, holding my black and pink covers in his hands. "No work for you today, just some Pogue time."
"Fuck off, I'm sleeping until I have to work," I grumbled," I've worked my ass off this week."
"Exactly why you should take a day off with your Pogue buddies," JJ smirked," I could always get Johnny boy in here, he'd throw you into the marsh."
"Fine," I muttered," Get out lemme change." I walked towards him starting to push him towards the door.
"Breakfast and a show," JJ mused, refusing to budge.
"Get out," I yelled, shoving him out of my room and locking the door for good measure. I threw on a bright red bikini with black roses printed on the right side, you really never know when you're gonna swim around here, and slipped on some ripped jean shorts and a cropped white tank top. I tossed on some socks and my black and white Converse, straightening my puka shell necklace before tying my sandy blonde hair into a messy bun.
"Alright," I said, joining JJ in my small living room," What's the plan."
"We go hang out with Kie, Pope, and J.B," JJ said," Try not to get arrested and then plan an absolute rager at the boneyard."
"Fucking great," I said," So I one hundred percent could not have slept in until, like, three."
"Absolutely not," JJ quipped," You'd be grumpy and demonic."
"I'M ALREADY GRUMPY AND DEMONIC," I yelled. "Fuck you, I'm going to J.B's."
"See ya there," JJ said, heading out my front door. I heard him rev up his dirtbike before I was out, watching him drive away grumpily. As big of a douche as JJ was, I still had a massive crush on him.
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I had finally pulled into John B's yard once my run down Dodge Dakota. I had found the car abandoned in a junk yard, it looked worse for wear at the time, it's red paint chipped and sun-bleached, the engine wouldn't start and the tires were flat, but I had worked that whole summer on repairing it and cleaning it up. The paint was still shitty, and the interior smelled like weed, mostly from me, but it still got me from point A to point B with radio.
I took my keys out of the ignition and slammed the door, joining the gang on the porch of J.B's house. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow at Sarah, the blonde kook who had taken a liking to J.B all of a sudden.
"What's new," I said, shifting my eyes to J.B and trying to ignore the kook princess," I haven't seen you guys in ages."
"You work to much," J.B joked, smiling my way," Sarah and I were about to see if I had some gas for the jet ski's, if you wanted to come with?"
"Nope, I'm good," I rejected," I'm down to start setting up the boneyard though."
"Me too," Kie jumped in," Pope and JJ can get the party stuff."
"Solid," J.B said," Meet back here around four?"
"Alright," Pope said, looking at JJ," We can get some stuff for the boneyard."
"Like hell we can," JJ said," My dads pissed at me right now, and unless yall know a better way to get a keg than I'm outta options."
"You'll figure it out," Sarah said. I glanced at the blonde, dislike boiling through me at her unneeded input.
"Yeah, Sarah's right, you always figure shit out ," J.B said, glancing at Pope," Meet here at four." I shared a look with Kie and rushed off the porch, heading to my truck and waiting for her to join me.
"What the fuck was she doing here," I asked Kie, right when she sat in my passenger seat," She isn't even a Pogue! Why does she try to act all buddy buddy with us?"
"Listen," Kie said, and I immedeatly knew I wasn't going to like what was going to be said next," I know she's kind of a bitch, and she's a fucking Kook, but she makes J.B happy. And technically, it isn't Pogue-on-Pogue macking so he isn't breaking a rule."
"I know, I know, that isn't what I'm mad about though," I said," I just don't get why she had to be at a Pogue meeting. For a party we were planning, and that she tried to act like she knew us! She hasn't even been hanging out with us for a full week and all of a sudden she's a Pogue expert. That girl just needs to observe before she gets to make smartass comments."
"You aren't wrong," Kie said," But maybe we should try to observe her, maybe she can give us some intel on Kookmania over there. Ya know?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said, turning the key in the ignition. The engine turned over for a few seconds before sputtering to life, and I flicked on the radio, connecting my phone to the shitty bluetooth and connecting my Spotify. I turned on New Magic Wand by Tyler the Creator, and pulled out of the yard, starting down the cracked roads towards the boneyard.
"Alright, let's plan a part-ay," Kie joked, and everything felt alright in that moment.
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