underwater || outer banks- jj maybank

thirty- five - edibles

thirty-five - edibles 

Layla was sipping on an original, traditional Mike's Hard while sitting on Rafe's bedroom floor. It was her second, and she had taken 10 milligrams of an edible.

The feeling was starting to hit her. She felt light and floaty, her legs tingling slightly. She sat the emptied glass bottle on the floor next to her, looking up at Rafe as he sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone that was connected to the charger. He was also on the way to being faded, having done a couple of shots a bit prior.

A small laugh escaped her lips and she looked at the boy. He looked up from his phone with his eyes only, narrowing his glance as a goofy smile came to his lips. He looked comfortable in his white tank, black sweats, and messy hair. "What?"

She shook her head, a smile falling on her lips. "Nothing." She laughed again, still looking at him.

He now lowered his phone, looking fully up at her. "Layla, literally what?" His smile was still dawning on his features. She just shrugged. "You're literally in another dimension right now."

"What's our deal?" Layla questioned quietly, her tone light and innocent. At this moment, she didn't realize the gravity of the question she was asking.

Rafe sighed lightly, setting his phone down on the bed next to him. He drew his attention back to her. "Are you sure this is a conversation you're in the right state of mind to have?"

"Uh, yeah."

"We're friends, Layla. Right now. Unless you don't want to be."

Layla tilted her head and looked up at him. "What?"

Rafe inhaled, shaking his head. "Uh, can we go do some shots first?" He figured this conversation would resonate better tomorrow if neither of them could remember it. "Like before we talk about it?"

Layla was at that happy point where nothing was processing in her brain; when she heard the idea of more liquor, though, she jumped.

 By the time she met a hurried Rafe into the kitchen, he had four shot glasses on the counter and filled with Tito's. A 2-liter bottle of lemonade sat on the counter, a couple of cups next to it. "Chase?" he questioned, glancing up at her as she headed towards the island. 

 Layla smiled and shook her head. He quirked an eyebrow, a smirk coming to his face. "Okay, fine. Me neither."

 She grabbed one of the glasses, and Rafe grabbed the other. They then tapped the glasses together, tapping them on the counter, and throwing them into their mouths. Layla quickly swallowed, resisting the urge to let her face pucker. She quickly picked up the other glass, tossing it back similarly. She then set the glass onto the counter a little harder than intended, causing it to make a loud clang. Thankfully, it didn't break. She then threw her arms up in victory, as Rafe was pulling his second glass away from his lips.

 Layla lowered her arms, dragging her forearm across her mouth to wipe off the excess liquor. 

 Little did she know, he let her win. "I broke the seal, I gotta run to the bathroom."

 She nodded in reply, a drunken smile lingering on her lips. Any thoughts of the madness that was happening with the Pogues were barely a thought in her mind. "I'll be in the living room." She headed to the couch, sinking into the comfortable corner. She pulled the beige throw blanket across her lap.

 She grabbed the remote, setting her phone on the couch cushion next to her. She turned on the television and selected Netflix. She recalled that she was awaiting Rafe's return, but she had nearly forgotten why. And whether it was the cross-faded haze or her naivety, Layla hadn't thought twice about why Rafe had run off to the bathroom.

 He returned just as soon as she was beginning to realize his absence was lasting. He sat on the coffee table in front of her, blocking her view of the television. "Let's talk."

 She nodded, swallowing the newfound gulp in her throat. She was slightly intimidated by the way he sat across from her and maintained eye contact. "Uh, yeah."

 "Do you want to be friends?" he interrogated. He watched her facial reaction and body language carefully.

 She kept her glance trained at her hands. She then looked up at him. 

 Less predictable.

 "I think I know what I want."

 He processed her words, a small smile coming to his lips. He then let out a light laugh. He leaned forward, maintaining eye contact. His glance then shifted to her lips, and then back up to her eyes. He placed his hand on her chin, angling her face up towards his as he closed the gap between the pair. She could taste the alcohol on his breath as their lips found each other's and intertwined. He pulled away just a little but kept his lips close to hers. "Is this what you want?"

 She kept her glance locked on him. She didn't say anything, but instead simply gnawed at her bottom lip for a split second. She then placed her hand around the back of Rafe's neck, pulling him back towards her.

 He smiled into the kiss, continuing it for a few moments. He pulled away slightly. "Wanna go to my room?" he questioned breathlessly.