"𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃."
in which, presley routledge gets pulled into trouble after her twin brother searches for treasure that may be linked to their...
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THE FOLLOWING MORNING, PRESLEY WAS SLEEPING ON THE pull-out couch next to Kiara, both on various levels of being hungover. Normally, Presley would be asleep in her own bed, but she oh-so kindly gave it up for JJ and some blonde girl he brought home last night.
The brunette was stirred out of her slumber when she heard her brother moving around the Chateau, followed by the voice of JJ telling him to get out of the room he and the blonde girl were currently in. John B grumbled something back as he stumbled sleepily into the living room, his eyes landing on Kiara and his sister.
"Morning, Kie," John B greeted Kiara, who threw up a lazy piece sign. "Morning, Pressie."
Presley groaned in response, lifting her head slowly to see John B staring at the pictures of their parents that were hung up on the wall. The brunette tapped Kiara's side, indicating to untangle their limbs from each other.
Once Presley was free, she got up from the couch and approached John B's side, linking her arm with his. "You okay?"
"Yeah," John B replied through a mutter, turning to look at his sister. He smiled softly, pressing a small kiss to her forehead.
"I'm gonna cook breakfast," Presley told him, turning to look at Kiara. "Kie, anything you want for breakfast in particular?"
"Pancakes," Kiara replied. "You make the best pancakes."
"Coming right up," Presley nodded, watching as John B left the Chateau, heading onto the porch where Pope was currently sleeping.
The brunette looked around on the ground, spotting a white t-shirt that most likely belonged to JJ. Presley grabbed it from the floor, quickly pulling it over her bikini top before heading into the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone.
Halfway through making breakfast, she felt two fingertips pushing into her side. The brunette let out an uncomfortable grunt, looking over her shoulder to see JJ smiling at her.
"How many times have I told you not to do that?" Presley asked.
JJ shrugged. "Too many to count."
"Mhm," Presley smiled, finishing up Kiara's pancakes as JJ went to reach for one. She quickly reached her hand over and slapped JJ's hand away. "No, those are Kie's."
JJ grumbled and crossed his arms, playfully glaring at Presley. The brunette just rolled her eyes in response, quickly finishing up the rest of breakfast before loading everything onto a plate.
