M For Marina: A Larina Fanfiction

TWENTY-ONE

Newspaper had covered every window to look inside. For all we knew, it could be a secret 4:20 hideout.

I was examining the newspaper (they seemed to be from around the 1960s!) when I heard Marina gasp.

"Babe, what's wrong?" I snapped and spun on my heels. She stood frozen and looked as if she had just seen a ghost.

"The door. It's open," she uttered, softly laughing.

"Woah, shit," I muttered in shock, now realising the door that was slowly creaking open, from Marina's touch.

We carefully and quietly entered, and I could feel Marina's hand grip onto mine and squeezing it. Awwwwh, I thought, she is so cute.

There was very little light, only from the filtered sun through the newspapers stuck on the windows. It was actually quite a cute place for a hideout.

We sat on the floor by the window, the filtered light only complimenting Marina's beauty.

"What is this place?" she questioned, looking somewhat amazed.

"Our new little hideout," I smirked, but then gave up and started laughing, only to be joined by Marina.

"Actually," she brightened, speaking with the most adorable accent in the world, "I think it could be! I could come and pick you up and we can just spend time together, here, away from anyone, without anyone knowing."

"What if someone has already claimed this?" I chucked.

"Have you seen the cobwebs? I don't think so,"
she smiled.

"But anyone could come in and see us?" I suggested with worry.

"Not if they don't have this," she smiled deviously and held up something silver - a set of keys!

My eyes widened, "Where did you get them?"

"It was just beside me! I assume they're to the store. We might be able to control the lights and everything. I'll be right back," and with that Marina lifted herself off to walk out in the darkness. A moment later, a sudden burst of light came from every direction - it was the store lights. "Nice," she came back over, smiling.

"You are a genius, Marina," I hugged her.

"Not really," she laughed.

"Well, you're my genius," I smiled and gently pressed my lips against hers.

"Whatever," Marina jokingly rolled her eyes and smiled. "You need to have a look at the storeroom, there's these documents from the sixties!" That would have made sense, considering the newspapers I had seen.

"Oh my God, what?" I squealed and sprung up. She followed me through the dusty maze of aisles and empty shelves, and there was a door, which Marina opened.

Inside, were these cardboard boxes. She picked one up and gave it to me. I gently opened it up to reveal yellow-looking paper with faded black--some had gone blue from aging--text.

"Wow," I gasped, examining them. They seemed like receipts or something.

"Check this out!" Marina gasped and I looked up to see a vintage-looking cash till. She tried picking it up but it was obvious she was struggling. I laughed at this and she looked at me with a defensive what is your problem? face.

I shrugged. "You're even cute when you're weak," I chuckled lightly.

"I'm not weak!" she crinkled her nose at me and crossed her arms.