❝ 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 and Marlowe had arrived at The Wreck a mere half an hour after opening times, absolutely starving after the morning's activities. Kiara had greeted them from behind the counter, clearly surprised at their unusually early arrival.
Nonetheless, she'd snuck them some surprisingly fresh leftovers.
After a while, both Pope and John B arrived as well. Marlowe had been shocked, to say the least, therefore casting the latter a "shouldn't you be in the hospital, buddy?"
Then, after bashfully showing her his dark blue cast, he revealed the news.
Her lips had parted with a silent look of disbelief. She struggled to wrap her head around the rush of events, her shocked stare shifting from JJ to Pope to Kiara, then back to the boy in question.
Kiara was the most horrified. She'd shaken her head in disappointment, disappearing to fetch the group soft drinks from the bar. Likely to distract herself from the anger boiling in her chest.
John B had followed after her, frustrated with her lack of will to listen.
"Yeah, so you're living with Sarah Cameron?" Kiara grumbles, a tray of large cups in her hands.
Marlowe glances back up as the two of them return to the table. She casually fiddles with the new bracelet hanging loosely around her wrist, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. Pink has never been her color of choice, yet this time it doesn't bother her in the slightest.
"Okay, look, the only reason I'm living there is because her dad bailed me out, right?" he reasons. "And it's way better than foster care, which, by the way, is where I was about to go if Ward didn't-"
"Hey, so do you have a membership to the clubs now?" Pope ridicules, leaning back in his seat.
Kiara places one of the cups in front of Marlowe, who immediately accepts her favorite, lemon-flavored soda.
"I don't know, Pope."
"What about those golf carts they drive around?" JJ adds. "You get one of them?"
