𝙏𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 ━━ John Murphy ¹

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↳˳⸙;; ❝ 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚊

The next morning Amelia wakes up aking, neck and ankle sore from sleeping in the same cramped position all night. Her face is tucked into Murphy's neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist with no sign of letting go.

Gently extracting herself from him, Amelia sits up in Murphy's lap as she looks around the car.

Now that it's daytime, Amelia is able to see inside of the car much better than the night before. They're in the back seat of the car, which is completely empty besides the two of them and their stuff, dust floating in the air around them.

Murphy shifts below her in his sleep, pulling her attention back to him. His face is less harsh when he's asleep, almost peaceful. It's the most relaxed Amelias seen him in a long time, and the thought of his troubled life makes her heart clench.

Bringing a hand up to brush his dirty hair away from his face, Amelia knows they can't waste any more time in the car. Can't stay cuddled up with Murphy, wasting the day away with kisses and lingering touches, even if that's the only thing she's wanted to do for as long as she can remember. Not with Jasper dying back at camp.

Amelia slowly pulls herself out of Murphy's hold, lightly pulling at his arms until he lets go. Thankfully, he doesn't wake up from the movement. Instead, he wraps his arms around himself as he settles into a more comfortable position.

Sunlight streams in through the dirty window above them, though Amelia can't tell if the fog is still out there through all the caked-on grime. Tugging at the jacket Murphy stuffed into the cracks of the car, Amelia waits for a moment for any sign of fog leaking in. When nothing happens she reaches for the door handle, standing up on her good foot to push it open.

Unobstructed light shines right down on Murphy's face, and he rolls over with a groan to avoid the beam. Amelia laughs at his anguish but doesn't close the door, watching Murphy to see if he was going to wake up. When Murphy shows no sign of getting up Amelia nudges him with her foot with more force then was probably necessary. He doesn't even flinch even though she knows he awake.

"We need to get up, Murphy." Amelia says, shivering as the cool, early morning air seeps into the car, "I need to get back before Clarke does."

"Yeah, Bellamy won't be very happy to see me missing either." Murphy sits up finally, rubbing at his tired eyes as they adjust to the light. He voice is rough with sleep, and the sound makes Amelias face feel warm.

Amelia quickly grabs up their things, throwing them up and out the open door. When there's nothing left but the two of them, Amelia turns expectantly to Murphy. He's leaning back on his hands, watching her silently, "What?"

He just shakes his head, slowly starting to stand. Amelia backs up as much as the small space could allow, but it was no use. They're chest to chest, Amelia's face flushes hot when she looks up at him. Unable to look any longer, Amelia drops her gaze to stare at his chest instead.

"I won't be able to get up on my own," Murphy hums along, not taking his eyes off of her, "you know, with my ankle twisted and all..."

"I don't know... What do I get for helping you?"

"We don't have time for this!" Amelia looks up at him then, but Murphy simply raises a brow, and Amelia knows that he won't help her unless she humours him, "Fine! Whatever you want, just help me up."

The smirk on his face isn't promising, but with her life metaphorically in his hands, she has no other choice.

Murphy lifts her up with ease, pushing her through the open door. Amelia digs her fingers into the dirt as she pulls herself out, taking in a lungful of fresh air as she does. Now out of the stuffy car, Amelia feels her tattered clothes stick to her skin from the morning mist hanging in the air.