You woke up in John B’s bed at the Chateau, the sunlight streaming through the window nudging you awake. Stretching, you got out of bed in your pajamas and wandered out of the room. As you walked past the door next to John B’s, you glanced inside—it was JJ’s room. John B had given him the space when he couldn’t stay at home because of his dad. The door was ajar, and there he was, sprawled out asleep…with some random Pogue lying next to him

“Fun night?” you teased, leaning against the doorframe

“Shut the fuck up and close the door,” JJ snapped groggily, his voice muffled by the pillow

Rolling your eyes, you swung the door shut and made your way into the living room. Kiara was passed out on the couch, looking completely wiped out. Smiling to yourself, you kept moving until you reached the kitchen, where the smell of pancakes greeted you

Your boyfriend, John B, stood at the stove flipping pancakes, a warm smile lighting up his face when he saw you

“Morning, babe,” he greeted, focused on his cooking

“Morning,” you replied, hopping up to sit on the counter. “Hey, where are Pope and Cleo?”

“They headed back to Pope’s house last night…you know.”

“Oh,” you said, raising an eyebrow “Never really pictured Pope as that kind of guy. I mean, like you or JJ.”

John B turned, giving you a playful but pointed look “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”