Outer Banks (JJ Maybank x Reader) Book 1

The Motel

"Well that went well," JJ says, putting his elbow onto my shoulder as he and John B join the rest of us. They had been trying to tell someone about the boat, but there were people everywhere, shouting and yelling about hurricane damage and trying to get help from the marina workers, and the workers had easily cast off the two teenage boys trying to get their attention.

"So, what's the plan?" Pope asks. "I think I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns this boat," John B smirks, holding up the motel keys. "No, no, we don't know whose room that is. It could be anyone," Pope argues. I shrug, snatching the keys from John B. "I'm in," I say, handing them to JJ who tosses them to Kie. "Come on. We'll be lookout," She shrugs with a grin as we all walk back towards the boat. "Finder's fee. Just sayin'," John B shrugs.

"And, hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice," I smirk at him. "Man," He sighs. "Come on, bubba," John B says.

JJ whistles as our boat pulls slowly into the dock at the motel. "And I thought the Château looked bad," He says with a shake of his head. "This place is a shit show," I say as JJ tosses me the ropes. "Motel or meth lab?" Kiara asks. "You be the judge," Pope says as he pulls the boat up, still uncertain. "Doesn't look like the type of place somebody with a Grady-White stays," John B says. "No. Looks like the type of place someone with a Grady-White gets killed," I smirk.

"Alright, here we go," JJ says, putting on his radio voice again. "This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing," JJ says. I jump off the boat and onto the grass, carrying the ropes JJ handed me. He follows me off, stopping the boat on the grass so it won't float back into the water. "We good?" John B asks as JJ whoops. "Yeah, we good," I nod. "Alright, here goes nothing," John B says.

"Hey," Pope says, grabbing my arm. "Yeah?" I ask. "Don't let him do anything stupid," He sighs, nodding at JJ. "Oh, so I'm babysitter?" I ask. "Oh, we will," JJ smirks, pulling me with him. "I'm not making promises," I smile. "Yeah, I know," Pope sighs. "Uh, be careful," Kie says, smiling at John B and handing him the motel key. "I mean it," She sighs. JJ and I glance at each other with a smirk. "Yeah," John B nods with a smile, following us onto the bank. "Let's go," He says, tapping our shoulders as he heads up the bank.

"Why are all these mattresses out here?" John B asks us. "After a hurricane, they ditch em' cause they're moldy," I explain. "Just be so careful John B," JJ swoons as we walk up the stairs, wrapping one arm around his back and the other on his chin. I laugh as John B shoves him off with a grunt. "What the heck was that about?" JJ asks.

"I don't know. Maybe she wants us to be careful," John B says with an obvious shrug. "Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like," JJ says, putting his hands on John B's shoulders to massage him. "Oh! Be so careful John B!" He imitates in a high voice. "Get off," He grunts. "Oh, just give me that John D already," I smirk with a laugh.

"When are you gonna swoop on that, man?" JJ asks. "Hey," I say, slapping his arm. "She's not an object," I say. "Bro, you know the rule, no Pogue on Pogue macking," John B says, raising an arm to prove his point. "You're the one who's always hitting on Y/N!" John B defends. "Dude, of course I'm hitting on her, she's a super hot, hippie chick slumming with us," He grins, slinging his arm around me shoulder. I duck under him, moving to walk by John B and flipping him off.

"You need help. Not a little help, you need a lot of help," John B says, shaking his head at JJ. "Guys," I groan, taking the key from John B. "Cause it's like every girl who just has a heartbeat, you're like...," John B makes a whirring noise, moving forward to imitate being drawn to someone. "What it's not a big deal," JJ shrugs. "Guys!" I interrupt again. "29," I say, nodding towards the motel door.

John B nods, "This is it," He says. "Okay," JJ nods. He knocks, creating a beat. "Housekeeping," He says in a high-pitched voice. I take the window, knocking again when no one comes to the door. "Should we try it?" John B asks when there's still no answer. "Yeah," JJ says. "No persona hay aqui," JJ says, trying to speak spanish. "No power, no security cameras. No one's gonna know," I shrug. "That's my girl," JJ smirks, fist bumping me as John B unlocks the door.