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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"Dude! Come on, man. Get outta here" Is the first thing I hear when I wake up, groaning in annoyance at the loud voice of JJ Maybank.

"Morning, Kie. Morning, Vie" I hear John B speak.

"Morning" We mumble sleepily in unison.

I open my eyes and pull myself up, letting out a soft yawn just as a blonde girl exits JJ's room.

The sight of the dishevelled looking girl leaving the Maybank boy's room causes my heart to sink and leaves me feeling sick but I ignore it, giving the girl a tight lipped smile.

She returns the smile and leaves without a word, letting me groan and flop back onto the bed. Kiara pulls me into a hug and I gratefully accept, snuggling into her for comfort.

"Boys ain't shit" The Carrera girl mumbles and I giggle.

"Amen to that" I reply.

"Good morning, girls" A cheery sounding JJ exclaims.

"Morning" Kiara and I reply shortly.

"What's wrong with you two?" He asks, opening the fridge "You on your period or something?"

"He did not" I mutter.

"Oh, he did" Kiara scoffs.

"Can I kill him?" I ask the girl.

"Not yet, sweetie. We have a plan, remember?" She reminds me and I groan loudly.

Kiara and I made a stupid plan when we were eleven to kill the boys if they don't prove themselves useful by the time they turn twenty We were mad at them for some reason and the plan is now one of our many inside jokes.

"What's this I hear about a plan?" JJ asks curiously and I feel him flop onto the bed, tugging me off Kiara.

"It's a secret" I huff, swatting his hands away and hugging Kiara tighter, making the girl laugh as she pets my hair soothingly.

"I want a hug" JJ whines, tugging the back of my top.

"Go find your own girlfriend then" Kiara tells him sassily and I twirl her curls around my finger.

"She's not your girlfriend anymore" JJ grumbles.

Kiara and I were an item at one point in the past. It was 8th grade and we had both just came to the realisation that we liked girls after kissing each other at a kegger. We dated for a couple months before deciding that we were better off as friends and we broke up.

Honestly, it was for the best. Kiara is my best friend and I love her to death, but she's just not the person I'm supposed to end up with.

"For now" The Carrera girl retorts confidently.

"Just fourteen years, Kie. We're almost there" I assure her.

"Fourteen years?" JJ questions "What's happening in fourteen years?"

"We made a pact" I explain, turning my head to the boy "If we still haven't found the loves of our lives by the time we're thirty then we're gonna get married, buy a house by the beach, adopt a couple kids and be our own little family"

I smile at Kiara who grins at me happily and then turn back to JJ who looks at us suspiciously.

"What if only one of you finds love and the other one doesn't?" He asks.

"We make little changes" I shrug.

"Like?" JJ presses.

"Like the kids will actually be ours biologically, and we'd have to make room for a guy in the house" Kiara answers.

"Wait, so you'd both still be, like, together?" He asks in disbelief and I look at the girl who shrugs.

"Yeah, I guess so" I nod.

"Suddenly, I'm in love with you. You're the one, Vie" JJ says dramatically and butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"That's not even funny" I glare, pushing him harshly.

His hand grabs onto my arm as he falls and I squeal in fright, toppling off the bed after the boy. I land on top of him with a thud and Kiara laughs loudly from the sofa bed. 

JJ looks up at me through his gorgeous ocean blue eyes, amusement swimming in them, and my heart hammers against my chest at our closeness.

"Hey, lovie?" I hear Kiara's voice and I quickly push myself off JJ, to look at my best friend.

"Mmhm?" I hum in responce.

"Our shift starts soon" She tells me and I grin, jumping to my feet.

"I take dibs on the first shower!" I squeal, running through the house.

"Bitch!" JJ hollers after me and I giggle loudly, slamming the bathroom door shut.

Once I've showered, I wrap a towel around me tightly and exit the bathroom, humming the tune to a song I recently heard on the radio. I kick open the door to the spare room that JJ inhabits and pull open the top drawer where Kiara and I store extra clothes.

While I sing quietly to myself, doing a little dance, I pull out a black bikini before turning to throw it on the bed. As I turn, my eyes catch a figure on the bed and I scream, hugging my towel tighter to me. JJ looks at me with wide eyes and dropped jaw, unsolved rubix cube in his hands.

"What the fuck, dude?!" I shriek at him in disbelief.

"You waltzed in half naked. I was already here!" He defends himself.

"And you didn't say anything! What if I was changing, JJ? Where you just gonna watch?" I scold him and he looks at me with a frown.

"Of course I wasn't going to watch, Vie" He scoffs.

I glare at him and point to the door in a stern manor. He huffs loudly and drops the rubix cube, trudging out the room. Once I see the door close properly, I change into the bikini and slip a pair of jean shorts on top. I then pull on a red halter neck top, my red chucks and my jewellery before exiting the room. I hear the shower on and when I see JJ on the sofa with Pope I assume it's Kiara.

"Morning, handsome" I grin at Pope who smiles at me goofily.

"Morning, Vie" He replies sweetly.

"I'm handsome too" JJ grumbles as I plop in between them on the sofa.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Maybank" I hum, swiping his faded red cap from his head and putting it on top of my own.

JJ pushes me off the sofa and I land on the floor with a thump.

"You little whore!" I gasp and he laughs at me.

"Did you fall?" Kiara asks in confusion, entering the room.

"No, I was checking if gravity still works" I retort sarcastically and she sticks her tongue out at me.

"Jar" Pope speaks up.

I pull myself off the ground and roll my eyes, shoving a dollar in the jar.

In the chateau we have a large clear jar labelled 'Sarcasm Jar' that lives on the kitchen counter and has done since 7th grade. Pope and John B made it one day after getting tired of my sarcastic remarks and declared that from then on, whenever I use sarcasm on the premises, I must put a dollar in the jar.

It gets full pretty fast and since I'm never really short on money, being rich and all, I decided that the jar should be emptied each month and the money inside should be used for groceries or repairs at the chateau.

I take the hat on my head off and turn, offering it back to the blonde on the sofa.

"Keep it" He shrugs with a smirk "It looks better on you"

My stomach flutters and I grin slightly.

"As it should" I say cockily, turning to leave.

Kiara wiggles her eyebrows at me and I shake my head at her, elbowing her as we leave the house.

We make our way to the Wreck, one of the most popular restaurants in the Outer Banks and also owned by Kiara's parents. I follow Kiara inside to see Mr Carrera behind the till with his usual grumpy frown on his face. He spots us and waits to see if the boys are with us before smiling at us warmly.

"Hey, Mr C" I chirp cheerily as we round the counter.

"Good to see you, Sylvie" He greets me with a hug before doing the same with Kiara.

Between the Carrera's and the Heyward's, I've always felt like I have a safe haven, somewhere to call home. No matter how shitty things get back at my place, I know they'll always welcome me into their homes with open arms and love me like their own.

"Okay, girls" The man claps loudly "Get to work"