BABYDOLL // JJ Outer Banks

three

"agatha sounds like an old lady who owns like thirty cats and believes that women should oppress their dreams and personalities for their husbands," hannah said while her and jj rocked back and forth in the hammock outside of john b's house.

"she sounds like a 50-something year old maid who won't stop hitting on me because she refuses to acknowledge that she's ugly and getting older," jj added, pointing to her with his juul. hannah nodded her agreement and stuck out her hand, gesturing for his juul.

john b walked over to his two best friends, chuckling to himself as he watched jj shake the hammock until hannah fell out, cursing him as she hit the ground. "you idiots wanna go surf the surge?" he asked, causing hannah's head to snap in his direction in surprise.

"oh fuck yeah, let's go." hannah sprung up, grabbing jj and john b's arms and pulling them towards the bus.

"slow down, han, we gotta pick up pope first," john b chuckled, putting his hand on her shoulder in attempts to calm her down. hannah nodded, taking deep breaths before tilting her head up and strutting into the back of the bus.

"come hither, gentlemen," hannah poked her head out, "shall we gather up sir pope henceforth?" she spoke in a posh accent.

"hannah, stop or i'm going to glue your mouth shut when you sleep," john b said, effectively shutting the girl up.

...

"it's a double-overhead out there!" john b yelled, barely distinguishable over the roaring winds.

"uhh, those aren't surfable waves bro," pope stated, pointing towards the ocean.

"says who," john b smirked at the same time hannah teased:

"yeah, if you're a pussy." the girl laughed before taking off towards the water, board tucked under her arm.

jj stared after the girl, a small smile on his lips, and turned to pope, "well i don't wanna be a pussy, do i?" and went to join the others.

jj could hear pope yelling at them as he paddled towards hannah and john b who had already situated themselves on their boards. the three surfed, or, attempted to surf, a few waves before inevitably being thrown off by the raging sea.

"damn, aggie really gotta be THAT bitch," hannah muttered as she paddled back over to john b and jj after being thrown off another wave. jj laughed at the brunette, making some comment about him being a better surfer causing them to playfully bicker as john b stared off into the water.

"hey, guys," john b said, snapping them out of their argument, "i think there's a boat out there." pointing at a faint silhouette of a white boat in the storm.

"who the fuck is stupid enough to go out in this?" hannah asked.

"us," jj reminded her, an 'o' shape forming on her lips.

"we should probably head back," john b said. the two nodded in agreement as they paddled back to shore and ran to the bus, trying to escape the harsh winds as fast as possible before heading back to the chateau.

"you guys staying here?" john b asked, the three all stripping themselves of their damp clothes.

"yeah, my dad's pissed at me again and i don't really feel like getting my ass kicked tonight," jj replied. hannah internally flinched at the mental image of jj showing up at the chateau covered in cuts and bruises from his father.

"me too, only i don't know if he's pissed at me, but he's got his 'boys' around and i don't feel like getting molested by fifty year old men again," hannah muttered, shuddering at the memory. jj clenched his fists, if there was a biggest dirtbag than his father, it was her's. hannah's father had been an abusive asshole as long as either of them could remember. half the time, he wasn't even drunk when he hit her, he just enjoyed causing her pain. he had driven hannah's mother to kill herself; ten year old hannah being the unfortunate soul who discovered her mother's body hanging from the bedroom ceiling. then, as if the loss of her mother wasn't bad enough, her older brother split the day he turned eighteen, leaving hannah behind to deal with the abuse of her father alone. jj felt his palms start to tingle and looked down noticing how the tiny crescent shaped cuts from his fingernails had begun to fill with blood. hannah saw this and shifted closer to him to thread his fingers through her own.

jj didn't hesitate to pull her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her small frame and nuzzling his face into her. "your dad's an asshole," he mumbled into her hair, causing her to smile.

"yeah, he really is," she sighed, tightening her hold on him.

"well now i feel left out," john b playfully pouted, trying to lighten the mood. hannah laughed before releasing one of her arms to invite john b in. they were all kinda messed up, but they were kinda messed up together.