The older sister of John B Routledge, Amelia Routledge was adamant to find out what truly happened to their father. Falling in love with her best-friend and their enemy made the treasure hunt harder than it should've.
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Left Hand Free by Alt J
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╔ ❝ Well your left hand's free ❞
❝ And your right's in a grip ❞ ╝
ⁱ : ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵍᵘᵉˢ.
GLARING OPEN-EYED AT HER BROTHER JOHN B, a can of beer in one hand and his other out facing the direction of the wind, saliva on the very top of his finger. Amelia was in between JJ's legs, the two were very close but told everybody they were just friends.
Amelia had no idea what her brother was doing but he responded with a small hum of Pope's remark, "Should I do it?"
She struggled to open her beer so she handed it to JJ who kissed the side of her head, giving the can back with a smile on his face. The tight-knit friend group all eyed John B down as he stood on top of the roof, staring out to the sea as the seabirds made their hideous screeching noises.
Rolling her eyes at her brother, responding with "Yeah, if you wanna have two broken ankles to add to your broken sense of humour, go ahead, be my guest," huffing at him as Kiara laughed, walking under JJ and herself, "I'll shoot you on the way down," Pope held out a drill and laughed along with John B.
"You'll shoot me?" John B gasped out in sadness, clutching onto his heart with his free hand, a sad look on his face which then turned into a smirk.
Kiara rolled her eyes at her friend's silly behaviour, always wondering why she hangs out with them so often, "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," meanwhile, Kiara stood underneath the two, Amelia placed her sneaker on her shoulder and Kiara pushed her foot off, not wanting dirt on her clothing.
JJ tutted, his feet dangled next to Amelia's, wrapping his arms around her waist after placing his beer down, "Of course, why wouldn't they?" he questioned, resting his chin on Amelia's shoulder, inhaling her iconic strawberry scent. He still held her with one arm, taking massive gulps from his can and throwing it on the floor before Kiara's feet.
Kiara huffed out in annoyance, bending down and picking up the empty can, "This used to be a turtle habitat," looking up at JJ and Amelia, a cheeky grin on his face, "but who cares about the turtles, I guess? Besides Amelia and me," her eyes adverted down to Amelia's ankle, a turtle stick-and-poke JJ did messily.
As the pogues continued to bicker over the silliest of things, Amelia stood up and jumped down so she was next to Kiara and Pope, JJ frowning at the loss of contact, she looked up at her brother who was still surprisingly balancing on the roof, "Can you please not kill yourself?"
