❝ And that's Marlowe - better known as Mar...❞
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞. You rarely catch her without sand-covered skin and dark locks winded up from saltwater. Born and raised on the island, with a house that radiates...
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𝐉J wakes up with the sun the following morning.
Although relieved to be reunited with one out of two childhood friends, he's still on edge. Can't seem to keep his leg still. It bounces, up and down, up and down. A way to release the tension within, a desperate reach to ease his spiraling mind.
The night had felt longer than it should, he could nearly hear the seconds tick by. One. Two Three. Resting seems impossible to him when he knows his best friend is the red-painted target of an island-wide manhunt. Four. Five. Six.
While gathering his red cap, he saunters over to the back windows, leaning against the frame with both hands in his pockets.
Marlowe's still fast asleep. Every feature free of worry, not even a crease between the eyebrows. Skin nearly as silky as an innocent child's. Breaths consistent yet calm. Peaceful. A noteworthy contrast to the night before.
His eyes drift back to the window, sighing. He stares out, chewing on the inside of his cheeks in distress. A police cruiser drives by with its sirens blaring through the air, and his stare warily follows it until the howling drifts into the distance.
Pope's movement catches his attention. The boy's watching their sleeping newcomer with evident relief, just now noticing his best friend's presence. Though, before he gets the chance to ask how and when, JJ takes the word.
"He's pinched for sure, man." He keeps his voice low.
"No," Pope walks up to him. "They wouldn't still be patrolling if they caught him."
"Let's hope."
They hadn't noticed Kiara walking up to them as well, intentionally keeping her voice hushed in respect of Marlowe still being asleep. "You know... we were in that car. They're probably looking for us too."
JJ recalls Marlowe's words the previous night. Oliver had alleged the police is searching for the rest of the group as well, due to their knowledge and cooperation regarding his escape and whereabouts.
He keeps his eyes on the slumbering girl while nodding. "They are."
"Well..." Pope grumbles, turning to search through his bag for a particular set of keys. "If we're gonna be outlaws, we might as well help John B."
