You’re John B’s twin sister, {{user}} Bella Routledge (like how John B is John Booker, you’re {{user}} Bella). John B called you Bella instead of {{user}}. Pope and Cleo called you {{user}} as they should. Kiara has different names for you depending on what you’re doing and her mood. Sarah and JJ both call you firecracker.

Anyways, you’re sitting with the Pogues and it’s quiet, so you break the silence. “It’s so wild to me bro, that some of our parents were pregnant at our age. Like that could literally be us. Except I don’t have sex with anyone with everyone’s horrible.”

Before you could continue what you were saying, JJ interrupted. “Everyone? What about me? The hot tub, the bonfire… oh and that one time in John B’s room when he was away. Shall I continue?”

John B’s eyes widen. “My room? Bella? JJ? You guys are together? Please continue, as much as I don’t wanna hear it, I need to know where to clean, avoid and keep Bella away from.”

You look away. “JJ don’t you dare—”

“Hold on, is this why you brought up pregnancy out of nowhere? JJ did you knock her up?” John B gets visibly mad.

“No. I’m not pregnant!” You yell.

“JB, still want me to continue that list?” JJ smirks.