𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - JJ Maybank

Chapter 3: Grady White

"Hi, Miss Amy! You guys getting through it," JJ called to the a lady cleaning her dock. 

"Still here," she answered, shooting the teenagers a warm smile. 

After driving past, JJ turned excitedly to John B, "She totally looked at me."

"I saw it," John B replied encouragingly.

"I love miss Amy but if she's looking at you we should call Chris Hansen," Grace chimed in sarcastically.

"Aww don't be jealous, Sunshine. You know I've only got eyes for you," JJ replied with a smirk.

Grace mocked throwing up as she settled down on the bow.

"Quit flirting. Y'all gross me out," John B groaned as the boat slowed towards the Heyward's dock.

"Look who we have here," JJ teased.

"We have a safety meeting, attendance mandatory." John B shrugged.

Pope, who was busy hosing down the dock, disappointedly responded, "I can't my pop's got me on lockdown."

JJ put his hand up to his mouth, made a static-y noise and pretended to speak into a walky-talky, "Your dad's a pussy over."

A grumpy Mr. Heyward came strolling down the dock. "Oh I heard that you little bastard."

"Hey Mr. Heyward! Good to see you," Grace greeted in a sing-songy voice.

Heyward smiled over at Grace. "You too, honey. How're you doing?"

She shrugged while gesturing to her friends, "Alright. These buffoons are still driving me crazy, though."

Shooting an annoyed glance at his son, Heyward grinned at the girl, "Tell me about it."

"We need your son. It's island rules: day after a hurricane is a free day," JJ declared drawing Heyward's attention back to him, his smile dropping in the process. 

"And who came up with that?" he questioned, disbelief written across his face.

As they spoke, Pope slowly set down the hose and inched towards the HMS.

"Uh...Pentagon. I think. We have security clearance," JJ answered, trying to keep up his lie that they all knew was not working.

"Show him your security card, Jay," Grace smirked.

"Y'all think I'm stupid?" Heyward grumbled.

Pope, who was inches away from the boat turned to his dad, "I'll do it tomorrow. I promise." 

"Hell no. You're doing it right now! Mr. Heyward protested. 

John B and JJ whispered to Pope encouraging him to hop aboard. 

With one last glance back at his angry dad, Pope jumped into the boat and John B pressed on the gas.

"You're gonna clean shrimp, clean fish, clean your dirty ass room." Mr. Heyward shouted as they drove off. "And I don't like you friends!"

"Love you too Mr. Heyward!" Grace shouted back, salt breeze whipping through her hair.

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"Top of the mornin' to ya," John B greeted in a bad Irish accent as the Pogues pulled up to Kie's dock. 

"Hey boys," Grace reached out a hand to help Kie onto the boat, "and Gracie."

"Hey babe. Whatcha got in the cooler there?" Grace smiled as John B started the boat back up.

"Oh you know...Just some yogurts and carrot sticks maybe a couple juice boxes," she answered, smile in her voice.