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Mark
"It was about our future." She smiles. 

"What do you mean by that?" I ask worried still. 

"Do you see us getting married?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you see us having kids?" She asks. 

"Yes we are going to have 4. 1 boy, twin girls and another boy." I smile. 

"Hell no." She laughs hitting me in the back of the head. 

"It was worth the try." I laugh. She rolls her eyes and lays her head on my chest. 

"I love you Breeland." I smile. 

"STOP!" She groans. 

"Breeland Montoya." I smile playing with her hair. 

"STOP!" She groans. 

"Fine. I love you Bree." I laugh. 

"I love you too Marcus." She smiles. 

"Oh my god." I groan. 

"Marcus Thomas." She laughs. 

"STOP!" I laugh. 

"Fine. I love you Mark." She giggles. I roll my eyes and kiss the top of her head. We fall asleep only to be woken up by screaming.

Brooklyn
"STOP!" I yell as Ana grabs my phone. 

"Who are you texting?" She asks. 

"My friend," I yell trying to grab my phone back. 

"Why'd they say they love you?" She asks me. 

"STOP!" I yell slapping her arm. 

"OW!" She screams pulling my hair. 

"MOM!" I yell. She rounds the corner. 

"ANAYELI STOP!" She yells running over and grabbing Ana. 

"Thank you," I say grabbing my phone from the floor where she dropped it. A very tired Bree comes from the hallway. 

"What the heck is happening?" She asks in a zombie-like tone. 

"They were fighting. Where's Mark?" My mom asks. 

"Mark's here?" I laugh. 

"Yeah. He's in my room. Asleep. So Brooke don't you dare." She says but by then I was already running to her room. 

"BROOKLYN!" She yells chasing after me. I walk into her room to see Mark laying on her bed cuddling a pillow. 

"Aww. How precious he replaced you with a pillow." I laugh. 

"Shut up and go!" She complains. Mark stirs in his sleep. 

"I dare you to go wake him up." I smile. She rolls her eyes and walks over to him. She plants little kisses on his face and he wakes up. 

"Brooklyn!!" He smiles when he sees me. 

"Oh brother," I mumbled walking over to him. 

"Mission grabs the phone," Bree whispers. I pretend like I didn't hear her and hug Mark. He grabs my phone out of my hand. 

"NO!!" I say trying to get it back. 

"Who's Jacob?" He asks me. 

"Jacob Sartorius. He's a friend from school." I smile. 

"Jacob Sartorius. You mean the kid who sang a song called Sweatshirt at the Family Talent Show? That Jacob Sartorius?" Bree asks. 

"Yeah." I smile trying to hide the fact that I'm blushing. 

"What's the contact name?" 

"Mines 💕" Mark laughs. 

"AWWW BROOKLYN HAS A BOYFRIEND!" Bree purposely yells loud enough for mom to hear. 

"Shut up!" I yell grabbing my phone from him. 

"Brooklyn and Jacob sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage." They both chant. 

"Grow up." I laugh walking out of her room and into mine. I continue texting Jacob.

{Me}: So when can you hang out?

{Mines💕}: Now.

{Me}: Where?

{Mines💕}: The park. You should bring your sister and her boyfriend. I heard Mark's pretty cool.

{Me}:N o. I'm not bringing them.

{Mines💕}: Ok. See you in 10?

{Me}: Yeah.

"MOM I'M GOING TO THE PARK!" I yell at her.

 "NOT ALONE YOU'RE NOT! MARK, BREELAND GO WITH HER!" She yells back. I groan. 

"MOM!!!" Bree complains. I laugh and go to her room. 

"You coming?" I laugh. She groans and gets up. She was already dressed and so was Mark. 

"Let's go." She smiles. We walk into the living room and mom stops Bree. 

"No boys are going right?" She asks. Bree looks at me and I look at her with pleading eyes. 

"Nope. Just us three." She smiles. I smile and walk out when we get down the street I hug her. 

"Thanks, sis." I laugh. 

"No problem." She smiles. When we get there Jacob is waiting. 

"HEY BEAUTIFUL!" He calls running over to us. I blush. 

"AWWW!!" Mark and Bree coo. 

"Stop." I laugh blushing even more. I run around with Jacob and Bree and Mark runs around on the opposite side. We stay for 2 hours. 

"Bye Jacob." I smile. "Bye beautiful." He smiles. He looks around and then...


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