𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢

𝟎𝟎𝟔. 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Matteo woke up to the sound of a phone going off,

"Rea," Matteo let out a groan as he heard her phone vibrating,

"Huh," Reagan matched his groan as she stretched,

"The phone," the boy motioned to her phone that was on the table,

"What?" The girl cocked her head as she looked at him,

"Your phone is going off," the Italian groaned as it was still going off,

"Shit," the Americans eyes went wide as she looked at the notifications she was getting,

"That's Taylor," she added as she saw the stream of messages from her brother,

"What does he want?" The tennis player asked as he cocked his head,

He wanted to go back to bed,

"To go to breakfast so we can talk," the PR manager reveal as she read the first message,

"You think he knows?" The raven haired boy asked as he watched her get out of his bed and quickly pull on the clothes that she wore the previous evening,

She had slept in her shirt and undergarments.

"If he doesn't then he might now," the blonde pointed out as she raked her fingers through her hair,

"Hey," Matteo smiled as the girl stopped and looked at him,

"What?" Reagan cocked her head as she waited for him to continue,

"Good luck," the boy watched as she moved to his closet to find a clean shirt,

It was a good thing that they were close enough for her to do that.

"Thank you," the girl cracked a small smile as she found a shirt,

"You want to tell me why you're stealing my shirt?" The tennis player asked as he watched her pull the beige shirt over her head,

"Looks cuter on me anyways," the PR manager joked as she fixed her hair,

"You're right about that," the Italian nodded as he watched her send him a salute before she grabbed her sneakers,

"Love you!" The American called out as she shut the door behind her,

"What did she just say!" Matteo practically shot out of bed as he processed what she had said.

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Taylor watched as his sister walked over to him,

"You're late," Taylor looked at his phone as he saw that he had been sat there for 25 minutes,

"I know I'm sorry," Reagan nodded as she gave him a hug,

"I'm just glad you're here," the tennis player confessed as they sat down,

"What is going on with you?" He added as he cocked his head,

He had promised their parents that he would make sure that she was safe and it didn't feel like he was doing that right now.

"Nothing," the PR manager was quick to shake her head,