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Marissa stood in front of her son who was giving her the biggest puppy eyes she has seen all because she wouldn’t give him one of Isabelle’s cookies she brought from her cabin. “No Chance, please don’t give me that look.” She whined, bending down to kiss his cheek before handing over a cookie. “Fine you little devil, here.”
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Though by no means hostile to the sound, Eric does not smile instantly upon hearing Marissa’s voice. A reaction owed to no fault of her own but rather to Eric’s imbedded distance. Pleasantries, to him, weren’t reflex. So instead he looks to his side where she stood, draped in a charming sundress, to quickly regard both her words and presence, “There was awhile there where I figured they wouldn’t let us leave. Still surprised they did, frankly. So, yeah,” he nods his head, looking back to Alexander. “… it’s been much longer than I had ever considered… Where was it you headed to again? New York?”
Marissa let her son wandered off toward the playground, taking a seat beside him as she stared at her son with a smile on her face. “Yeah, it was quite the shocker and when Lindsay informed me she wanted to get together back at this place--I thought she was crazy. She could have picked a much better place to reside at. Perhaps Hawaii or Paris. You know?” She blabbered on, more friendly now because of her son and how she was holding herself up these days. “Yes, that was my home before all this happened. How about you?”
Eric watches in a tranquil silence as his son scours about the central playground. He looks no different than he did six months ago: the same thick hair falls across his forehead, boyish and only adding to the charm of his azure gaze. His clothes, dark and simple, are the exact same he boarded the place with. And, in-between his teeth, just as there had been since Alex came along, sat a mangled toothpick, the half-hearted solution to a troublesome vice. Eric returned, by almost every means, the exact same as he had been. And yet he didn’t. For all the stagnancy he portrayed, Eric seemed to return to Helios in a much more settled state—a happier one. And one could tell simply tell this truth, by watching the way he dips his head back in laughter as Alexander calls from the slide asking for his father’s attention.
Marissa been in New York for the past few months since they were finally released, taking over her aunt’s fashion company since she didn’t have any heirs to pass off too, she accepted the job. Knowing her parents were a bit upset about it but seeing her happy was what they always wanted. Standing there holding onto her son’s hand, dressed in a summer dress from the heat, the brunette turned to look at the male. “Long time huh?”
So you put on slinky lingerie and changed your clothes?
Lindsay stuck out her tongue at Marissa, grabbing the phone and smiling at the result. “Well look at this, remind me again why you aren’t my personal photographer?”
“Because you can’t afford me doll,” Marissa simply flicked her hair off her shoulder, she burst out laughing. “I thought about being a photographer but eh I’m not sure.”
Lindsay chuckled, rolling her eyes at her old friend before complying, removing her hand from her chin and facing Marissa. “Alright then, I need a new profile picture anyway.”
“There, now was that so hard?” Marissa mused at Lindsay after snapping the photo before handing over her phone.
“Would you just stand still, I’m trying to capture the moment,” Marissa laughed, staring behind the islander as she watched how the sun was in perfect lighting. “I promise you will look good.”
Look, all I’m saying is that I busted my ass to learn how to parallel park for my driver’s test and have I ever parked in a parallel space? No.
Preach it, except I failed that part of my test so I had to bribe my instructor with a nice new pair of heels that she was eyeing when we were on my test.
Lindsay pretended not to wince when Oliver’s name was mentioned, looking down to her hands. Alice perked up at the mention of chance and sat nearby, grabbing her Olaf and playing with it. “Let’s get to work then,” she fixed a smile and started assembling the toy.
“Great. I apologize in advance if I end up cursing in the future in front of Alice virgin ears.” Marissa explained, reaching for the toy that laid on the ground a few feet away. She bent over to grab it and drag it toward where they were at, setting it down. “So how have you been Ms. Campbell?”
“That’s a nice, erm… boat?” Lindsay chuckled at Marissa’s excuses, setting Alice down and sitting on the floor slowly reaching for the toy’s instructions. “Alright, this isn’t exactly what I imagined when you said you were in an emergency but I’ll take it.”
Marissa glanced back down at the supposed boat, kicking it like a toddler in annoyance and took a seat on her couch. “I know, sorry but I usually don’t do this. Tend to make Oliver do it but since he is MIA then I decided to try it out but that didn’t work out. Chance should be waking up from his nap soon so Alice and him could play or watch a movie.”
“The father of your child, who else would I be talking about?”
“Oh, Torres. No one, I was just joking around with you.”
“Okay, before you say anything. I swear I knew what I was doing.” Marissa exclaimed, lightly shoving the toddlers toy away from her that she was trying to put together. “Let’s just say me and kid toys don’t work well with each other.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (requested by anon)
“You know who.”
“I actually don’t. I have a few lovers here and there.”
“It will at some point. If not him then someone else.”
“Him? Who exactly are you referring to Mike?”
