BABYDOLL // JJ Outer Banks

five

"alright whores, let's go," hannah said, hopping onto the HMS pogue. john b nodded and the trio began making their way towards heyward's to retrieve pope. hannah stretched out across the bow of the boat, soaking up the morning sun to the point she could feel it warming her soul.

"babydoll," hannah shivered feeling jj's hot breath on the shell of her ear, "you look hot in my shirt" hannah looked down at the large navy blue carhartt t-shirt and realized that she was, in fact, wearing his shirt.

"i know," hannah smirked, before pulling him down so she could rest her head in his lap. jj playfully rolled his eyes before beginning to twirl strands of her light brown hair in his fingers. he briefly looked up, making eye contact with john b who was pretending to crack a whip at him, mouthing, 'whipped.' jj flipped him off before glancing around the marina to take in the damage.

"sure hope guffy's boat didn't sink, he doesn't have insurance," jj remarked as he noticed a few sunken boats.

"yeah," john b replied while hannah just nodded in agreement.

"hey, ms. amy," john b called to two women cleaning on one of the docks, "you guys get through it?"

"still here," she waved back.

"she totally looked at me," jj stated, causing hannah to snort.

"i saw it," john be said.

"wow, jay, i didn't know you were into older girls," hannah giggled as jj's flushed and mutter out a quiet 'shut up.'

hannah sat up and looked around at the shit-show around them, "look at this place."

"agatha, what did you do?" jj exclaimed dramatically while slinging an arm around hannah's shoulder.

"she's a crazy lady," john b stated.

"hell yeah, she is," hannah voiced her agreement. it seemed as though the closer the trio got to heyward's, the worse the damage got.

"fuck, we're gonna be cleaning this all summer," jj groaned and slamming his head down on hannah's shoulder, earning him a swift elbow to the ribs.

"that is my nightmare," john b said.

"well, look who we have here," hannah greeted pope as they pulled up beside heyward's.

john b put a hand over his mouth, imitating a walkie-talkie, "we have a safety meeting, attendance mandatory."

pope shot them an apologetic look. "i can't. my pop's got me on lockdown."

"oh come on man!" jj cried before speaking into his imaginary walkie-talkie, "you're dad's a pussy-over." hannah laughed and shook her head at her friends' antics.

"oh, i heard that, you little bastard," heyward said from behind pope.

"we need your son!" john b called.

"yeah, and island rules," jj explained, "day after hurricane's a free day." hannah snorted at his blatant lie, but went along with it.

heyward glared at the blonde-haired boy, "who the hell made that up?"

jj hesitated before hannah came to his rescue. "pentagon, i think. we have security clearance."

jj nodded. "i have a card."

heyward shook his head at the pair. "y'all think i'm stupid?"

"well, i was hoping so," hannah mumbled.

pope turned to his dad. "i'll do it tomorrow, i promise!"

"you think. no. no. hell no. you'll do it right now."