amethystsea: haha i know, he's killen me too!

IrishCaptain: I'm glad youre all caugh up! lol

Disclaimer: I do not own Deadliest Catch or the men that appear in the show. This is a complete work of fiction. However, Layla is an OC and her character, family, ex-boyfriend and backstory are of my own creation. Ha, don't sue me.

LAYLAPOV:

Layla walked back to the bookstore, trying to clear her head. She was feeling sorry for herself. Even though she and Edgar had barely started something, Layla couldn't help feeling a significant loss. A loss of something that could have been great. In their extremely short time together, Layla had felt something for him that she hadn't felt with anyone else, which is cliche and stupid. At the time she was foolish enough to believe that he felt it too.

Layla was also slightly mad at him. Edgar had known her age all along, why did it suddenly hit him today? Had he been struggling with it the entire time? Layla was mad, confused, and hurt.

Jimi was closing up the store when Layla came in. Layla cringed she really didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially Jimi.

"Hey, what took you so long? Was the bar busy?" Jimi asked when Layla walked in.

"The bar?" Layla asked confused.

"You said you were going to bring dinner home, I just assumed you would probably grab burgers from the bar," Jimi explained while locking the door and flipping the open sign to closed.

"Oh," Layla was so out of it she forgot dinner completely. "No, I'm sorry I forgot dinner," she said quietly and walked into the kitchen to make an escape to her room.

"Wait!" Jimi chased after her, "What's with all the hoodies?" she laughed looking at the sweaters Layla had bundled up tight against her.

Layla hadn't realized she was hugging herself until Jimi mentioned the hoodies. "Oh," she looked down and opened her arms. "I got hoodies from the boys, they didn't want me playing favorites." Layla smiled slightly and then she realized she was still wearing Edgar's hoodie and she began tearing up again.

"Layla, what's wrong?" Jimi asked looking closely at her younger sister.

"Nothing," Layla said quietly. "Uhmm, just don't tell anybody Edgar was here this morning okay? No one can know," Layla asked her sister, not looking at her.

"Uh, okay? What the hell? I thought you said you really liked him?" Jimi asked confused.

"I do- I mean- I did," Layla said, the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. "Please, just promise to not to tell anyone? It's over between Ed and I," she told her sister as she began to climb the stairs to her room.

"Okay, fine. Whatever. He was to old for you anyway," Jimi said offhandedly.

Layla winced, "Yea, that seems the general consensus," she said, almost to herself.

"Any of the other guys would be happy to go out with you Layla," Jimi rolled her eyes, not understanding why her sister was so upset.

"Fine, Jimi," Layla gave up trying to make her sister understand and entered her room and shut the door behind her.

"Wait! What do you want to do about dinner?" Jimi called through Layla's door.

"I'm sorry. I'm not hungry. Have whatever you want," Layla called back and sat down on her bed. She put her head in her hands and instantly pulled back. The hoodie smelled like Edgar. She immediatly stood up and pulled it off and threw it across the room. 'I've got to do what he said. Move on. No problem. Should be easy. I only liked him for like seventytwo hours,' Layla told herself as she layed in bed and tried to fall asleep.

But the ache in her chest told her it was going to be anything but 'easy'.

EDGARPOV:

The next morning Edgar was in a sour mood. That was the simplest way to put it. He was snapping at everyone without warrant and Sig was getting concerned.

"Edgar! Head on up here!" Sig yelled over the hailer to Ed working on deck.

"Roger!" he yelled back and headed in. Edgar knew Sig didn't want to talk about daisies. He was going to ask him what was wrong. And he couldn't tell him. Even though his relationship with Layla was over, Sig would still be pissed that it happened in the first place. And a little bit of Edgar was mad at Sig for saying those things about age. Although Sig didn't know the significance of what he was saying, it struck deep with Edgar and pushed him to end it with Layla. "Yea?" Edgar asked his older brother as he ascended into the wheelhouse.

"What's going on Ed?" Sig asked, turning his chair to face him.

Edgar rolled his eyes, "Nothing. I'm fine," he said and turned around to go back down stairs.

"Hey! Talk to me! Not twentyfour hours ago you looked like you were on top of the fucking world! What the fuck changed?" Sig asked frustrated. Edgar turned around to look at him again, and decided that saying nothing was the best choice. "Your girl?" Sig asked him sadly.

"Yea, she's not my girl anymore," Edgar said gruffly and left the wheelhouse without another word.

As the day worn on, everyone was sick of Edgar. Matt, his oldest friend, made it perfectly clear that he thought Edgar was acting like, quote: 'a giant dick'. Junior eventually just stopped talking to him unless absolutely necessary. And Nick for some reason found it all extremely amusing, which urked Edgar even more.

'I gotta get my act together,' Edgar told himself as showered the day away when work was done. 'I'm the one who did this. It was my decision. Deal with it,' he thought as looked at himself in the mirror after his shower. Edgar looked at himself for a long time and he couldn't decide if he liked what he saw or not.

That night the crew decided to go to the Elbow Room, as usual. Edgar declined the offer, feigning a headache. The others really didn't protest his decision because he was so rotten all day they really didn't care whether he went or not. Edgar really did have a headache however, but that wasn't his main reason for obstaining from the nights festivities. He didn't want to see Layla. He didn't want to see guys hitting on her and buying her drinks. He didn't want to see the looks they gave her.

And yet he did want to see her, really, really bad. Edgar wanted to see her and hug her and love her more than he ever wanted anything in his life.

But he couldn't do that do her.

Hours past while Edgar layed in his bunk staring at the photo Layla had signed to him only a day ago tacked up at the foot of his bed. 'I still don't think the bird would live! Xoxo! Layla,' she had written. Edgar laughed at the memory, closing his eyes, replaying his favorites over and over like a masochistic highlight reel.

Edgar was finally on the verge of sleep when the guys returned to the boat. Jake entered their room without turning on the lights and flopped onto his bunk with a sigh, "Strike out again, Junior?" Edgar asked him in the dark.

"Yea, my wingwoman wasn't there to cheer me on so it was kind of a boring night," Jake said quietly.

"Huh?" Edgar asked confused.

"Layla wasn't there to help me look for girls like she usually does," Jake explained. "Jimi said Layla had a headache and didn't feel like the bar tonight," he paused to yawn loudly. "And when I told her you stayed in because of a headache too she just laughed. Kinda wierd," Jake said sleepily.

"Oh," was all Edgar could say and within two minutes Jake was snoring and Edgar breathed a sigh of relief. Edgar layed awake trying to inturpret all of the new information Jake had just given him. Layla had stayed home too. Jimi knew exactly why she had stayed home, even though Jake didn't pick up on it. 'Thank God,' Edgar thought. Edgar was glad Jake didn't pick up on the not so subtle response from Jimi when Jake mentioned Edgar staying home.

Edgar took a deep breath and tried to finally fall asleep.

A/N: I know! Super short! Review! Please! I'm a review whore lmao