underwater || outer banks- jj maybank

thirteen - seaweed

a/n

sorry that this follows the pilot pretty closely! i just feel like some of these scenes were very important to getting to know everyone and their relationships (it was the pilot, after all).

 thank you for reading! so much love.

 -alyssa

thirteen - seaweed

 Layla awoke in bed alone, despite falling asleep in JJ's arms the night previous. She brought her hands up to her eyes, immediately wanting to shut them. She let out a yawn, rubbing her fingertips over her eyes and wiping her palms over her cheeks. She sat up in the bed, curling her toes and rolling her shoulder back. She could faintly hear John B's rooster cawing away outside of the home, as she kicked the comforter off of her. She let out another yawn as she kicked her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet found the cold wooden floor, the long t-shirt she wore reaching the middle of her thigh. Layla ran her hand over the top of her head, pushing her hair toward the back.

 She then emerged from the bedroom with the closed door, leaving it open behind her. She noticed the living room empty, electing to go check outside. She reached the screen door, pulling it open. John B and JJ were both shirtless, John B standing on the HMS Pogue with a bandana tied around his neck. JJ barely noticed Layla emerge from the home.

 John B tossed the debris off of the ship, glancing up as he tossed it into the lawn. "Mornin', sunshine," he greeted sarcastically, as Layla squinted up at him due to the brightness of the sun.

 Layla rolled her eyes. "Let me guess," she began, noticing JJ now turn to her. "We're going fishing." Her arms fell across her chest, glancing up at John B and then over at JJ. She knew what the few days after a hurricane called for—there was always good fishing after rain or bad weather.

 JJ shrugged, a small smirk on his face. "You literally just tan." His arms fell across his chest similarly, replicating the girl's actions unconsciously.

  Layla gave a small bounce of her shoulders, a subtle grin present on her lips. "You never catch any fish. What do you all even do?" she questioned, curious as to what they did; they claimed to fish, but would only fish for a few minutes and hardly catch anything. 

 "Oh, easy," JJ replied, "Stare at your ass." His tone was even. After the words registered, Layla's jaw fell slightly slack at the boy's answer, a small laugh of shock coming for her lips. JJ laughed as well. "Go get dressed."

 Layla gave the boy a middle finger, turning around to enter back into the home. She hated fishing.

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 Prior to a bad storm or a hurricane, John B would take the Pogue from the dock and drag it into the lawn. The boys had unloaded it back into the water, going inside to change. Layla had brushed her teeth, ran her fingers through her wavy hair, and gotten dressed; her outfit consisted of a black bikini underneath some black dolphin shorts and a loose, heather gray tank top that was carelessly tucked. She had some black aviators perched on top of her head.

She was seated on the bow of the HMS Pogue, her legs crossed under her, JJ climbing on to the boat. John B was already ready to go, the group waiting momentarily on JJ. As soon as JJ climbed on, John B began driving in the direction of Heyward's restaurant.

 "Are those mine?" JJ questioned, glancing over the girl; she was certain he was referencing the sunglasses.

 "Probably," Layla replied, shrugging to herself. She made no move to offer them back to the boy standing behind John B. She smiled, turning her head to face the water ahead of the boat.