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Hello! I hope you enjoy the fic- I hc that Ivy calls Freckle (Calvin) Cal bc everyone calls him Freckle (mostly Rocky but thats the name he was introduced with) and so its a bit more intimate bc its his actual name\a shortend version of it (Idk if this makes sense)

Freckle POV

My heart is pounding in my ears.

Me and Ivy are holed up in a small shack, on a farm not too far from the city and lackadaisy. I have no idea where Rocky is, or how the situation turned this sour.
What was supposed to be a simple pickup turned into a gun off. Someone had double supplied us with Marigold again.
I suppose that's how it normally plays out.

"Ivy," I say, taking a deep breath, gripping my gun tighter "on three I will rush the door and we split, I am going to go east and draw most of their attention, so you can slip past and get to the car-"

"Calvin" she cuts me off, her use of my real name pulled me from my racing thoughts "the car is gone and Rocky is.. somewhere, you go east, Ill go west, both of us will search for Rocky and we'll regroup at that old train we passed on the way here."

"okay" I say hesitantly, reaching for the door and pulling it open.


That's the first part- I hope you enjoyed it! See you next week!

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