𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄
𝟐𝟎:𝟓𝟎-𝟐𝟕:𝟏𝟗
𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔: 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂 - 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉

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THIRD PERSON POV:

Pope steps out of the car and wanders along the dock, nearing the busy crowd and managing to walk through undetected.

Kiara had kindly leant Ava a pair of thick gloves so that she could get to work at scrubbing away her fingerprints off the gun. The plan was stupid and was never going to work, in Ava's opinion, but nonetheless, she did was Kiara had practically screamed at her to do. The other girl believes it's a suitable idea to give the gun back to Rafe or Ward, and let them get their filthy fingerprints all over it again, how they were going to do that, neither of them had a clue.

So, Ava sat between her brother and JJ, scrubbing at the handle of the gun. To be honest, she's watched enough true crime documentaries to know that this won't work, but it's worth trying.

JJ watches the blonde carefully, while rolling a blunt and running his tongue against the delicate paper. She can feel his concerned gaze her, but remains to scrub at the gun. He bites his lip and just stares at her face and it scrunches up after few minutes and how her body flinches every time the machinery at the docks makes a loud noise.

He's known Ava's for years, and for the most part he believed she was one of the girls that was simple and plain, but, clearly he was wrong. Not only had she sprinted down a runway to save her brother, and received several deep cuts, she had also beaten the shit out of Rafe Cameron. That's something JJ couldn't even do. And now she's got a gun on her lap, and she seems to be slightly relaxed.

For the majority of his life, he had attempted to keep Ava away from trouble, especially his dad. Now he's releasing, there was no need. Ava is the strongest girl he knows, but he can't help but worry about the future.

"How you doing, A?" He finally questions, nudging her knee with his.

She hums, not moving her gaze from the gun and her hands still furiously scrub, "I'm fine, J." She lifts her head briefly, sending her a small smile before glancing out of the window, "Where's Pope?"

He notices how her smile falters and his eyes soften before he reaches over and places a hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently. He's never been the greatest at comforting, but he knows she appreciates his touch and that's the least he can do.

"He's just gone to look at the ferry times," John B grumbles, grabbing his sister's shoulders and pulling her down so she's laying on the seat, out of sight from passers by, "So, shh. Because the windows are wide open and it turns out we aren't the only ones wanting to leaves this god forsaken place."

Ava rolls her jaw before roughly smacking her brothers's hand off her shoulder and slouching further down in the seat, crossing her arms over her chest and letting the gun rest on chair at the side of her legs.

"Okay," Pope makes his way over, a price of paper rolled up in his fist, "Okay. Alright, no."

Kiara glares at him while he walks around to the driver's door, "Pope, can you act normal?"

He stares at her through the open window, his lips pursed, "Okay, so. . . bad news." He swallows, "The ferry's closed, and there is this." He passes the thin piece of paper over to Kie before getting into the car.

With wide eyes and an open mouth, Kiara passes the sheet back to JJ. Ava and John B share a quick glance before snapping their heads towards the blonde boy.

"JJ, what is that?" She questions quickly, and with a hushed voice.

"What is this?" John B rushes, "What is that?"

JJ bites his lips, "Well, JB, uh. . . this is a good framer of you." He flicks the paper around, revealing it to the twins, who's faces immediately drop.

WANTED
$25,000 REWARD
JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE

and if possible, his sister, Ava Routlegde. though, she is not as needed.

Ava throws her head back, running her hands over her sweaty face while John. B groans from beside her.

"Okay, so the whole island's looking for John B right now," Pope grumbles, "And, it's yet to be decided on whether Ava was an accessory to murder or not. Basically, we're fucked."

Kiara breathes, "That's a lot of money."

JJ places the sheet on John B's chest, patting his shoulder, "Congrats, guys. You're now famous."

"Guys, we got to get to the HMS," Kiara rambles, "We need small, no running lights—"

"Kie," Ava says gently, "It's at the Chateau."

JJ clicks his fingers, realisation hitting him, "Shit. They'll have the whole place staked out. This is bad, like—"

"JJ," Pope cuts him short, swirling round in his seat to face the boy, "Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom. The one he used to race."

At the mention of his dad, JJ rolls his hands into fists by his side but nods none the less, "Maybe." He watches as Ava snakes his hand across his hip to intertwine their fingers together. He sends her a small smile before looking back at the back of Pope's chair when the car starts again, "I have no clue where the key's are, Pope."

Ava turns her head towards her brother, ignoring the arguing from the two in the front seat. Her eyes flicker over the small words, stopping on a certain small image, causing a string of swear words to pass out of her lips.

"Pope," She hisses while he beeps the horn, trying to get people to move out of his way, "You're car," She snatches the paper out of her brother's hands, "Is on the fucking poster!"

Pope immediately stops, throwing his head back with wide eyes, while she smacks her finger angrily against the photo. Kiara follows his gaze, her face dropping at the information.

"It's that guy!" A young boy calls, pointing his finger at the car, "Right there! And his sister!"

Suddenly, a hand starts to smack against the back windows, "Hey!" An older man shouts, "They're right there! I found him."

John B pulls his hoodie over his head and JJ quickly repositions himself so he's hiding Ava's face form view of surrounding people. He starts to smack the back of Pope's chair, "Go! Now!"

The car jolts forward, slamming into the back bumper of the car in front, causing each of the teenager's to pause for a moment before the shouting starts again.

"Pope! Go!" Kiara screeches, "No, the other way! Oh my god, Pope!"

"Go!" JJ yells, his grip on Ava's hand tightening while she continues to hide her face, "POPE!"

The car swerves out of the parking lot and onto the main road, smashing into multiple signposts and skimming several trees. John B grabs a hold of the door to stop himself from going flying and JJ clutches onto Ava's body for dear life.

"Holy shit!" Ava gasps, sitting up in hurry at the sound of Pope's laughter. She glances over at JJ, an eyebrow raised, "How much fucking weed did you give him, J?"

Pope raises one of his arms, holding it out of the open window, "I'm living my best life now."

JJ's chest pumps up and down, while one hand holds onto Pope's headrest and the other is reaching across Ava's waist, "I should be the last to say this but you are not okay to drive."

Suddenly, the car screeches to a stop at the sound of distant sirens and Pope whirls around, pointing a harsh finger at John B, "Get out, JB." His eyes flick to Ava, "You too."

She shakes her head, watching as her brother shuffles around and shoves the door open, "No. They want him more than they want me. With two of us it will make it more difficult for him to hide and knowing us, an argument will start. It will just get him arrested quicker," She harshly shoves her brother out of the car, "Don't die, please."

He tilts his head, "Are you sure you don't wanna come?"

She hums, nodding, "I'll make sure that you survive."

"Look, sorry to break this lovely moment up, but we gotta go," JJ shouts, "John B, I'll get the rig and meet you in the dump tomorrow, okay? Three o'clock."

"Yeah," He grunts, "Three tomorrow at the dump. Got ya." He slams the door shut before sprinting off into the woods, allowing the car to drive off.

Ava takes a deep breath, moving into her brother's old seat and she rests her elbows on her knees, leaning forward to drop her head in her hands, "Fuck."

The three others in the car glance at her, but send glares to each other so no one says anything. From experience, they know the last thing to do is to make conversation while she's in a bad state.

But, JJ knows exactly what to do, reaching into his pocket and pulling out their favourite box, "A?" He asks, waiting until she's looking at him before waving the box in the air,

"Wanna smoke?"

A small smirk works it's way onto Ava's face. Of course she wants to smoke. She would never ever pass up on a chance to smoke with JJ Maybank.

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lordy lord it's been a while

thank you for 100k!! 🫶

not proof read.... oops

excuse how bad this is, it's been a while