𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊, 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖻 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾

2: 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜

The sun was up, shining down on the civilians of Nassau. About an hour or so had gone by since the couple had ran away from the police on the this island and the man who had helped them. Honks of the vehicles on the road could be heard, chatters of the civilians of Nassau happily speaking to one another, not knowing what was going on with the two teenagers that passed by them, their clothes dirty, their skin a bit red from the sun but not enough to be bad and their hair being all a mess.

Hand in hand, the couple walked down the streets, stopping by a five-star hotel. A rather nice looking red car was parked right out front, some hotel employees helping the person that owned it with their bags. At the sight of the hotel, they stopped a bit, both looking uneasy. However, they both knew that they needed a place to stay and if a five-star hotel was the place they found, then they'd stay here if they could.

John B's hand tightened a bit around his girlfriend's as they ventured towards and inside the hotel, ignoring few stares they got as they walked in. As they walked through the halls, turning a few corners, they awkwardly greeted a few people as if to try and act normal and polite like how people usually would do. Part of it didn't seem to work much as they were still the awkward teenagers they grew up to be from the cut.

"Excuse me." A man calls out, making them stop. "May I help you?"

"Um... Got any water?" Y/n questions awkwardly.

The man raises a brow. "Excuse me?"

Just as she goes to answer, the Maybank's girl gaze lands on two drinks on a tray that a woman held as she began to walk by. Deciding to grab them, she doesn't wait for the woman to say anything as she grabs the glasses, handing one to John B which they both take a sip of, the man watching as their eyes widen a bit at how good the taste of the drink was.

"Do you have a reservation?" The man asks.

"Reservation?" Y/n repeats in question, getting a nod. "Um... I think so."

John B nods. "Uh, our reservation... is at, uh, four thirty-ish."

"So you have a reservation?" The man questions, wanting clarification.

"Yeah, pretty much. On the, uh, top floor." Y/n lies, using a finger to point upwards. "So, I guess we'll be on our way."

Both teenagers hand their drinks to him before speeding down the hall, trying to act normal. Eventually, they turn a corner and start venturing up some stairs. Y/n continues going upwards, expecting to be by the top floor and as they did, she took notice of a small gap in-between a pillar and a wall. Curiously, she slides through, looking at the view of Nassau in awe as she stood on the roof.

Following behind her, John B slid through, having a bit of trouble with his backpack but was able to get through. Coming up behind his girlfriend, he wraps his arms around her waist as they stare at the view ahead of them, the brunette staring more at the girl he held in his arms than the sunset.

Y/n points out in the distance at a house. "Sarah told me that's her family's vacation house, right over there."

"Really?" John B asks, receiving a nod. "Maybe that's where the gold is."

Y/n shrugs. "Maybe. Hey, promise me you won't do anything stupid without me."

"Well, Y/n Maybank, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it." John B reminds.

"And so do I." Y/n states, her eyes narrowing on him a bit. "You wanna go over there, don't you?"

"Yeah, just think about it. If I can get some money... Real money, I can get a lawyer. I can clear your name. We can go home." John B explains, watching as she seemed to be deep in thought. "Baby, the gold is only gonna be there for a few days, and after that, it's gone. It's gone forever. The world thinks we're dead. It's perfect. We just go, hop over the gate, steal some gold."

"I don't know. I mean, you're wanted. Remember?" Y/n recalls. "It might be too dangerous."

"Well, think about it." John B insists.

Y/n nods. "Okay. But for now, can we just enjoy the view?"

Nodding in response, the boy wraps his arms around his girlfriend again as they watch the sun. While doing so, John B reaches into his pocket as one arm unwrapped from the Maybank girl before wrapping around her again, revealing a phone laid in his hand as he unlocked it. Y/n glanced between him and the device curiously.

"Where'd you get that?" Y/n questions.

"Borrowed it. For a minute." John B replies.

Y/n smiles a bit, chuckling. "Okay. What are you doing?"

John B smirks slightly. "Sending a message from beyond the grave."

The Maybank girl watches as he types in rather very familiar numbers. One of them she recognized as her brother's. Getting the camera on the screen, the brunette brings a smile to his face as Y/n chuckles, the back of her hand going against her mouth but you could still see the corners of lips up behind her hand. John B presses a kiss to her cheek as he gets the picture up, hitting the send button, watching as it sent to the Pogues, Sarah included. For a few minutes, the couple waited for replies.

Kiara
WTF is this you??? Both of you?

Unknown
Is JJ there?

JJ
I'm here

Unknown
Did you pimp my short board?

Unknown
And you didn't trash my room again, did you?

John B couldn't help but smile at his girlfriend's text to her brother. He remembers when her and JJ would come to the Chateau, she'd be complaining about how the blonde had trashed her room because he was looking for CDs to play music with, movies for both of them to watch, or even just a pair of earbuds.

Unknown
Can you clear my name?
Wanna come home

JJ
Hell yeah, dude
We'll clear your name

Unknown
Be in touch
P4L

As John B finished the last text he was sending to them, Y/n couldn't help but smile at the phone. She figured that JJ was jumping up and down in his seat right about now, a large smile on his face as he cheered that his best friend and baby sister were alive while Kiara and Pope were most likely chuckling at his cheers, but maybe joined in as they, too, were excited about their best friends being alive. And Sarah would be at the Kook academy, a large smile on her face, silently cheering inside her head.

"P4L." Y/n whispers with a smile.