A/N: hey, everyone! This is my first dip into my fandom, and this is the first time I'm attempting a reader/ Main character story, so please let me know what you think and if i should continue!

You weren't sure how to take everything in; you'd been in the Outer Banks for a total of thirty-six hours, you made it to the Cameron's about four hours before the hurricane popped off. You didn't even have a chance to take in the extravagance of this, well, the only word that came to mind was a mansion. You couldn't believe that you were really going to live there. The Camerons weren't family to you, or you supposed they were, through marriage anyway. Your aunt Rose married Ward Cameron a few years ago. Ward was the head of the family with all the money, and he had three children. You'd gotten to know Sarah and Wheezie a little bit over those years, but you kept away from Rafe, something about him rubbed you the wrong way. Plus, you felt it was weird when he hit on you, you were technically family, after all. Even more so now since you'd be living with them for the foreseeable future. No, you thought decisively, you wouldn't be here for long at all, your mom would make herself known sooner or later.

She went missing a few months ago; you had no idea why, she just wasn't there after you got home from school one day. You made it on your own for a while. That is, until your aunt got tired of your excuses and hopped on a plane to come to see your mom face-to-face. Once she found out what was happening, she wouldn't leave without taking you with her.

So, that was how you ended up in this fancy-ass mansion in a town called the Outer Banks. Sarah tried to explain how the town worked: the Kooks, which she was, and in her opinion, you were, too. The Pogues, which were the exact opposite, the poor working class, paycheck-to-paycheck half of town, and the Tourons, you guessed they were dumb tourists (tourists and morons). You didn't like that, not one bit, because, for your entire life, you'd been considered a pogue, you've never had more money than enough to keep your stomach from growling, not even that sometimes, let's just say you ate a lot of bland rice and noodles.

And in your opinion, you still were considered a Pogue because, as you said, your mom would be back soon, so you weren't letting yourself get too comfortable around here. Plus, if you were being honest, you hated it in this house. You knew it sounded insane in such a huge place, but you felt suffocated. You used to dream of coming into places like this; you used to dream of never having to worry about money again, getting to buy designer clothes, having a semi-decent phone.

Now that you're here, all you know is that you need to get out. You needed some fresh air. So you walked out and started walking, and walking, and walking. You hit the beach, turned left, and continued your walk until the land started to change, there was less sand and more dirt, grass, and mud. The houses looked less like they could hold a family of twenty and more what you were used to. Finally, finally, you could breathe a sigh of relief.

So you sat and watched the waves, watched for a long time, the sun starting to set was beautiful, it reminded you of home, you lived in the Florida panhandle, it was a small town with not a lot of money but beautiful, just like this. It wasn't long until a group of two were running up to the waters with their surfboards. Damn, why didn't you take yours with you?

You couldn't help but watch them; they were good even though they were more fucking around than trying. They reminded you of your friends, your people back home, so you probably crossed the line into creeper territory with how long you were staring. It was even worse because they noticed, they were too far out for you to hear what they were saying, but you knew it was about you by the way the darker-haired one kept sneaking glances at you, and the blonde outright stared, he even pointed once or twice.

About an hour later, you were still sitting there, and the guys slowly waded their way onto land. You weren't surprised when they stopped in front of you, both looking at you with handsome smiles. The darker one opened the cooler they left on the beach and offered you a beer with a shrug; you took it with a smile in thanks. "Haven't seen you around here before."

"And you're way too tan to be a tourist." The blonde added.

"What does being tan have to do with it?"

"Oh, well," The darker-haired one said as if he was imparting important knowledge, "You clearly spend a lot of time in the sun, so you have nice weather where you live, and nice weather usually equals living by the beach."

"Yeah, and if you already live by the ocean, there's no way you'd choose here of all places to vacation. Even if you wanted another beach for a change of scenery, this is not that place."

"Yeah, we get tourists, for sure, but they're usually people that don't have enough money to live on the beach and go away on vacation."

"Well, you caught me. I do live in a beach town, or at least I did, and I'm not a tourist."

"So new to town, then? What side of town are you staying in?" You could tell by the look in their eyes that this was an important question, but in reality, it just kind of pissed you off.

You took a sip of your beer, "Don't tell me this is more of this Pogue, and, what was it again, Coke, bullshit? Cock? Something like that."

They both laughed, "Yeah, that pretty much sums up that part of town," the dark-haired one, who you couldn't keep your eyes off of for long, said.

"So I can assume this is the Pogue side of town, then? No wonder I finally started to feel more comfortable."

They both stiffened a little, "So you are a Kook?" The blonde asked.

"My aunt is. She made me come here with her after she found out my mom… well, she hasn't been around for a while."

The blonde slapped the darker-haired ones back, "Ahh, you sound a lot like my man John B here, they're trying to take him from his home, too for lack of parental supervision."

You hold your hand out, "Hi John B., I'm Y/N, but everyone calls me Peach. It's nice to meet you."

He returned the handshake, and when he let go, the blonde pulled you into a hug, holding on for a second too long, hands wondering too low, "No handshakes here, I'm a hugger, you can call me JJ."

"You're not a hugger, you're just being a creep," John B said, you smiled.

"Hi JJ," You said, pulling away, "So, what's there to do around here, I can't stay in that mansion for one more second. Don't look at me like that, it's weird. I swear my room there is bigger than my whole house. Plus, that Rafe guy gives me the creeps."

"You're staying at the Cameron house?'

"For now. Rose is my aunt."

"There's another thing you and John B here have in common: he works for Ward."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, I work on his boat."

"Oh, good. Now I feel a lot less foolish asking you two for things to do. For all I know, you two could be serial killers."

"How do you know we're not?" John B asked.

"I don't, but with that much money, I'm sure he's the type to do a background check, so I'm probably safe."

They both laughed, "Well, we're going back to John B's house, our friends are going to meet us there if you want to join us." You didn't miss the what the fuck? Look, John B gave JJ, so you were planning on declining. But it seemed like they had a whole conversation while just looking at each other, and eventually, John B. turned to you.

"Yeah, you should come, could be a good time."

You look at them both for a long moment, trying to see if the invitation is genuine and if you can trust to go off with these two, in the end, you shrug, not getting any bad feelings from them. Plus, right now, anything would be better than going back to the Cameron's or whatever they call their estate. Eventually, you say, "Well, what are we waiting for?"

The whole ride back to John B's, or The Chateau, as they kept calling it, the boys were talking a mile a minute, asking you question after question. They were flirty but not overly so, and their banter had no problem getting you to laugh. JJ offered you the front seat of the Twinkie while handing you another beer. It wasn't long before you were enjoying yourself along with them.

They didn't even bring you inside the house; they just led you down the dock and onto a boat named the HMS Pogue. It was crazy driving on the marsh, the damage from the hurricane was even more intense than it looked from land. It made you mentally roll your eyes at the Cameron's upset that the wifi was down, a statue ended up in the pool, and their landscaping was all messed up. This was so much worse, and people here didn't have money to fix it.

It seemed like John B and JJ knew everyone, they waved, and people greeted them by names. You notice both of them keep sneaking looks at you out of the corner of their eyes; you couldn't lie and say you hated it, it was nice getting noticed by guys as attractive as them, especially after your recent breakup.

"Now, what do we have here?" JJ asked as you pulled closer to a dock of a store."

John B held his hands around his mouth to make his voice carry further, tried to make his voice sound like an alarm, and you couldn't help but laugh at the attempt, he turned his head toward you and winked before turning his attention back to the guy at the end of the dock. In a deep voice, he announced, "We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory"

The guy on the dock replied, "I can't, my pops got me on lockdown."

"Come on, man," JJ made a sound to imitate a walkie-talkie, "Your dad's a pussy, over."

"Oh, I heard that, you little bastard!" Said Dad yelled, walking down the peer.

"We need your son," John B said.

"Yeah, and you can't ignore the rules, it's a day off after a hurricane."
"Who made that up?" The dad asked.

JJ was clearly making this up as he went, "Uhh, the Pentagon, I think? We have security clearance. Uh, I think, yeah, I have a card."

"Ya'll think I'm stupid."

"Dad, come on, I promise I'll do it tomorrow."

"You think— No, no. Hell no, you are doing it right now."

"Get in the boat," John B whispered.

"Make a run for it," JJ agreed, you stayed quiet, just enjoying the scene.

"Boy, if you get on that…"

The guy dropped the hose he was holding and ran to jump into the boat. JJ patted his back proudly, "Yeah, how does that feel?"

"Get your ass back up here!"

"I promise I'll do it tomorrow!"

"Whoo!" JJ yelled as John B waved goodbye to the father.

"When you get back, you gonna clean shrimp, clean fish, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!"

"Love you, pops!"

At least his dad seemed more annoyed than mad. You couldn't help but say, "We'll bring him back in one piece, I promise!"

The boys all made sounds of agreement, "And I don't like your friends!"

You laughed at the absurdity of this all but turned your attention back to the guys. The new one in the boat was staring at you, so you offered him a smile. You waved at him and said, "Hi, my name is Y/N, but everyone calls me Peach."

"Hey, I'm Pope."

"Yeah, yeah, introductions and all that, you still never told us why everyone calls you Peach." JJ interrupted.

"Yeah, wanna take bets? I'm saying people think she's as sweet as a peach."

"Good one, John B., but you're wrong. I'm going with Georgia; you're from the Sunshine State."

"Georgia is not the sunshine state." Pope cut in.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Pope. You still haven't given your guess."

"I don't know," He shrugged, "You love peaches?"

"Well, I guess you're all kind of right, while I am from the Sunshine State, I already told you that was Florida. Peaches are yummy, though not my favorite, and I can be sweet when I want to be." You shrugged.

"Okay, well, that still doesn't answer the question." John B pointed out.

"I feel like you're learning a lot more about me than I am about you, how about a little quid quo pro? Or better yet, I've never been able to steer a boat before, teach me, and I'll tell you."

"Lived by the ocean your whole life and never drove a boat? You should be ashamed," John B said as he looked at you with mock admonishment. He sighed as if he was a disappointed parent, "Well, come on, get over here. What better time than now?"

You jump up from your seat with a smile and make your way over while he stands back from the wheel. You put your hands on it but doubt it's as easy as driving a car. "Okay, what now?"

You're surprised when you feel his arms wrap around you, placing one of his hands on each of yours. You can't deny that you like the feeling of him wrapped around you. "It's easy, Okay," he moves both your hands over to a lever-type thing and pushes it up slowly, your fingers interlacing on it, "this is for speed, make sure not to go too fast around here, the water isn't too deep. And I'm sure you've figured this is for steering"

You keep up like that as he shows you how to do it. You've figured out the basics in a minute or two, but don't say anything when he stays in that position for much longer than necessary. In fact, he doesn't let go of you until JJ says, "I think she's got it."

You don't miss the annoyed look John B gives JJ or the laugh JJ lets out. After you've had your fill of steering, you let Pope take over. It isn't long before you pick up another person, this time a girl named Kie, who brought refreshments. It's clear she isn't sure how to feel about you, so you try to be nice, you weren't trying to step on anyone's toes while you're here.

"Peach, come up here, let me show you a party trick," JJ yells from the front of the boat. You shrug and take your drink with you. You don't drink all that often, and this is your fourth beer in about an hour, so you're feeling a little tipsy.

"Oh god, I'm moving," It seems like John B. realized what JJ's plans were, and he went to the back of the boat, but you keep going forward. When you get up to the front, you realize he's letting the movement of the boat and the wind get the beer out of his bottle, and he's trying to catch it with his mouth. You're not up there for more than a second when the beer starts splashing on you.

"Woah," You laugh, "JJ, I think you need better aim." It is nice standing at the front of the boat and feeling the wind through your hair, though.

"He's been doing this for years; his aim never gets any better." You hear John B say, and Kie laughs her agreement.

"He's right, just stop JJ, take it for the loss it is." Pope laughs.

"Alright, JJ, stop!" Kie yells.

"Yeah!" The boys join in.

You nod your head, agreeing with them, feeling like you need a bath and a change of clothes, you're sure half the bottle got on you. You start walking to the back of the boat to escape the mess, but as soon as you take one step, the boat hits something, stopping in its' tracks and causing you to fly backward off the front of the boat. You hear another splash just before you hit the water hard. You're disoriented for a moment, maybe longer, your head hurts, and you hit something, though you're not sure what, maybe your own arm? Because that hurts, too. You realize you've been underwater for too long when you feel the need to breathe and start making your way up toward where you see the light as fast as you can, although you have a feeling you're actually going pretty slow. The next thing you know, you see the surface of the water break, and a second later, you feel arms wrap around you and start swimming upwards.

When you break the surface of the water, you take a deep breath and finally turn your head to see who helped you. It was John B. You smile at him and look up at the boat to see the others looking at you with worry. It looked like JJ was pretty messed up, too, just climbing onto the boat himself. John B swam you over to the boat and tried to help you up, but at that point, you were more in control of yourself and no longer dizzy.

"Are you okay? Kie asked, genuinely worried.

"Yeah, I think so. It felt like I hit my head on something, and I got dizzy for a minute. Wow, I haven't hit my head that hard since I was 15 and stupidly tried to ride a wave I knew was going to break too soon. What happened anyway?"

"Sandbar, the channel changed. Ugh, that's probably going to mess this whole place up." Pope said, stretching, it was clear the people on the boat were banged up, too.

You look down into the water, trying to see if you can see your way around the sand, and you see something strange, "Hey, guys, I think there's a boat down there."

"What?" Pope asked.

"No way. Stop playing," JJ said, relaxing on the front of the boat, you take a second to consider how sticky it is now after that whole beer thing.

"I don't think she's playing," John B said as he walked up beside you.

"Yeah, guys, she's serious, I can see it!" Pope said, leaning over the boat, covering his eyes from the glair of the sun.

"No way!" Kie said as the other two made their way over to look.

"Woah," JJ said.

"Holy shit, she's right, let's go," Kie said, and everyone started stripping down.

You shrugged your shoulders and did the same. You notice John B. stop and look at you. You swore you saw worry in his eyes when he looked up to your head where you hit it, but eventually, he decided not to say anything and continued on with his task. You all jumped into the water and tried to make it down, only being able to look in it for a moment before having to swim back up for air. Everyone was laughing, excited because it was such a nice boat.

"You saw that, right?" JJ asked

"Yeah!"

John B laughed his answer, and Kie replied with a woop.

"That's a Grady-White. A new one of those costs 500gs, easy."

You only have seen a few of those before; your hometown wasn't like this one, where the rich people were only blocks away from the regular. To get to the rich areas where you grew up, you had to drive a while. You all climbed up onto the HMS Pogue, excited for the find, though not sure what to do about it. It isn't long before you've all decided that John B was going to be the one to drop the anchor and go down with it to get to the boat faster in order to be able to explore more.

You barely know him, but you can't help but feel a little worried because that idea is a little crazy and dangerous. You stay quiet and don't voice your worries, thankfully, Kie handled that for you, even if it didn't change anything. You all ended up with your head over the side of the boat, counting the seconds and starting to be worried when he was taking too long. Thankfully, he came back up, if he was down there for five more seconds, you could tell that everyone was going to jump in after him.

It was a little anticlimactic when he only came up with a key to a local hotel room, and you weren't sure why you weren't surprised when the group decided to check the place out. You were always up for some adventure, so you had no problem going with them. You're truthfully a little surprised that you were invited. You just met these guys about five hours ago, and somehow, you're already committing felonies together.

It's funny when, a second later, Pope said almost the same exact thing, "Are we sure this is a good idea? Are we bad influences? I mean, we only just met Peach a few hours ago, and we're already bringing her in on felonies."

"Oh, I know for sure I'm a bad influence. Are you really just realizing that, Pope?" JJ quipped.

"It's funny because I was just thinking the same thing," You add, "But is it really a felony when we have a key?"

"Good point," he said to you, then looked at the rest of the group, "See, that's a good point there, Peaches had." It's the second time John B has called you Peaches with es, and you're not sure why you haven't corrected him yet, normally, you hate when people add the end to the nickname, but somehow, it doesn't sound too bad coming from his mouth.

JJ came up to you and wrapped his arm around your neck, "I think we have a little felon in the making here, don't you, boys?"

The boys nodded their heads with smiles while Kie looked a little annoyed. Okay, you decided you'd have to talk with her because you didn't want things to be weird. You were enjoying hanging out with this group, but it seemed like the only girl didn't like you too much. You wanted to clear the air and make things cool between you two.

When you all made it to the rundown hotel, it was decided that You, Kie, and Pope would stand watch while JJ and John B would go check it out. You almost wanted to go with the guys just to avoid any awkwardness with Kie but didn't suggest it. When the two got up to go, you couldn't hold in your worry this time, so when you made eye contact with John B, you said, "Be careful, okay?"

He looked a little shocked but nodded his head. He turned to leave but stopped and looked back at you, this time, his normal calm, flirty face was back, and the surprise was gone, "Don't think I don't realize what you did."

"And what's that?" You ask, not sure what he's talking about.

"You got a free boating lesson out of me without giving proper payment. I'm getting that story when I get back."

You laugh, "Another reason to make sure you're careful and get back safely."

He smirked, then saluted you before turning around and walking, JJ next to him. You noticed when both of them turned their heads around and looked at you, clearly talking about you. It gave you deja vu from earlier that day, and that thought made you smile. Looking after them for one more moment, you turned around and prepared to wait with Kie and Pope, hoping it wouldn't be as uncomfortable as you knew it could be if Kie really didn't like you. Thankfully, it seemed you two at least had one thing in common: the environment and wanting to take care of it. It was able to keep you three occupied right up until the moment the police showed up at the motel.

Okay, you've had some crazy experiences in your life, it wasn't as if you were a homebody that only saw your friends at school or when they came over to your house. No, you liked to go out, you partied, you weren't afraid of breaking a law or two. In fact, you had to in the past just to survive, there wasn't always enough money around the house to eat, so you weren't afraid to do what was necessary. That being said, you thought you lived a pretty interesting life, but you've never lived this kind of interesting, you never watched your two friends hiding from the police outside the window of the second floor because they just broke in and found a gun and thousands of dollars.

All in all, it was a crazy day, and truthfully, you weren't ready for it to end, plus, they seemed in no rush to get rid of you. Unfortunately, it seemed that you guys were finally somewhere where the cell service was working, and you received a barrage of texts, you pulled out of your phone and saw that Aunt Rose had been texting you and, at this point, was feeling pretty worried. You loved your Aunt Rose, so even though you had no interest in going back to the mansion, you decided to go anyway.

"I had fun today, guys, but it's time to go home and be uncomfortable until I get to leave again."

JJ rolled his eyes and sarcastically said, "Yeah, I'd be uncomfortable with a room as large as my old house, too."

"You'd be surprised, you ass." You joked and swatted him.

"Alright, alright, fine, Rafe isn't a good guy, I wouldn't like sleeping under the same roof as him either, you should lock your door at night."

You shiver, "yeah."

You stand up to leave, but a hand on your arm stops you. "You're living here now, right?"

"For the time being, anyway."

"Cool," John B said as he gave you a smile. "I'll see you around then."

"Yes, you will," You said, winking at him.

You turn to the rest of the group to say bye again when you see JJ somehow had your phone. When the fuck did he get that from you? He was looking at you with a proud, mischievous smile as he handed it back. "There, now you have my number, hit us up if you get bored."

"You can count on it." You said with one more wink before leaving.