R5 Imagines

Riker and Layla: Part One

Layla's POV

"No way Riker! I am SO not doing that."

"But you'd be awesome." My blonde-haired boyfriend grinned.

"Nuh-uh. Never."

"Okay how about this....if you do the surf competition, I'll pay for your Starbucks for five months straight."

"No Riker. I'm not doing it." I giggled. "Besides, you usually pay for my Starbucks drinks anyway because you're so sweet and kind."

"Aww you're so cute too Babe and I- heeeeyyyyyyy. Don't try to change the subject on me, Girl."

I giggled nervously but Riker just stood there staring at me.

"You better run, Layla."

"Why?" I challenged sassily.

"Because I'm going to tickle you." He grinned.

"Oh." I grinned. He darted towards me and I immediately took off running. I thought I was way ahead of Riker so I stopped for a second only to realize he was right behind me. I froze right where I was standing, thinking that would help. It obviously didn't but it was worth a try, right?

"Umm Layla..." Riker began.

"Yeah Riker?" I responded, still standing there motionless.

"You do realize I can still see you, yeah?"

"No. No you can't see me."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

"Oh okay. Well I'm gonna head home now. Bye."

Riker started walking back to our towels and our stuff. I turned around to see that he was putting on his snapback and trying to find his shoes. I quickly ran over to him and threw my arms around his waist.

"Okay wait...don't leave me!" I shrieked dramatically.

I could tell he was trying not to laugh out loud because he kept stifling his giggles.

"Hmm...what's that noise?" Riker asked, jokingly ignoring me. He looked around as if he couldn't see me and shrugged before continuing to search for his socks. I finally gave up on playing along and poked Riker's side. He let out a girlish squeal and jumped away.

"Whoa! Layla! I didn't see you there." He giggled. "You scared me."

I rolled my eyes. "Mhmm. Sure."

We goofed around on the beach before finally mustering up the courage to face the cold weather. I had my swimsuit on under my shorts so I did my best to non-awkwardly take them off. I turned around and realized Riker was staring at me.

"Whoa..." He mumbled, still staring. I blushed and laughed as I tucked my shorts into my beach bag. When I looked up again, Riker was still in a bit of a daze.

I put my hands on my hips and tried to be as sassy as possible. "Can I help you, sir?"

Riker snapped out of it and looked me in the eyes. Imitating the way I was standing, he flicked his hair out of his face. I snickered at his attempt to copy exactly what I was doing.

"Uh no. No you cannot help me." He retorted.

We both stood there staring at each other until Riker burst into a hysterical fit of laughter. My straight face didn't last very long and I found myself lying on the sand laughing really hard.

"Ouch. Stop making me laugh, Riker." I gasped, holding my sides. "I can't breathe."

"It hurts to laugh but I can't stop laughing." He squeaked out. "I'M DYING!"

After receiving several looks of pity, concern, confusion, and/or disturbance from people passing by, Riker and I walked back to our spot to get our surfboards. I put a surf shirt over my swimsuit top to protect myself from getting board scrapes. Those were the actual worst.

I watched as Riker changed out of his shirt and he caught me staring.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Umm. Nope. You cannot help me." I tried not to laugh.

We laughed some more and then finally got around to surfing. The sunshine mixed with the salty air was my absolute favorite and spending the day with Riker made it even better.