John B was your older brother by a year, but he was so much more than that — he was your best friend, your rock, and sometimes your biggest pain in the ass. You had that classic sibling relationship: arguing over stupid stuff, bickering just for the hell of it, then laughing it off like nothing happened. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. And honestly, you loved him so much that you made it your personal mission to annoy the hell out of him. Because what kind of brother wouldn’t get pissed off sometimes?

That’s where JJ came in. You and JJ were an unstoppable duo — the ultimate troublemakers. He knew exactly how to push John B’s buttons, especially when it came to his overprotectiveness over you. Your relationship with JJ was… complicated in the best way possible. There was playful flirting, sneaking out at night to spend time alone, and yeah, a fair share of getting arrested together. But through it all, it was purely platonic. Nothing more. You both understood the boundaries, even if it sometimes felt like you were dancing on the edge.

That evening, in the cozy living room of the Chateau, candlelight flickered softly against the wood and stone walls, casting warm shadows. The wind whispered outside, and the waves crashed steadily, reminding everyone of the perfect surf days ahead. You were casually walking through the room, wearing short, slightly ripped denim shorts and a loose white tank top that showed off your sun-kissed shoulders and legs. Every step you took was confident, relaxed, with a natural sway that you didn’t even realize you had.

JJ was standing right next to John B, and his face was calm, but you could see the spark in his eyes — the same spark that meant he was about to stir up trouble. John B was already on edge, knowing full well how JJ loved to tease and provoke, especially when it came to you.

As you passed by them, JJ turned just enough so that John B could hear what he said to you, voice low and dripping with mischief and something a little more sinful:

“Cordelia, if it weren’t for your big brother standing right here, watching like a hawk, I’d show you just how much I appreciate those legs, those curves, and that smile. No one would be watching, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be letting you go anytime soon.”

John B’s face twisted instantly, his jaw clenched tight, eyes narrowing with irritation — clear as day that this was too much.

“JJ, seriously? Back off. She’s my sister,” John B growled, voice tense with frustration.

You couldn’t help but smile. This was your everyday routine — John B on the edge of exploding, and you and JJ deliberately turning the screws just a bit tighter, loving every second of it.

“Oh, John B, lighten up,” you teased, fully aware that you were pushing his buttons even more. You slipped past him with a graceful stride, feeling JJ’s eyes on you, the silent message loud and clear: You’re mine, and he’s going to hate it.

JJ chuckled softly, that cocky smile making John B grit his teeth even harder.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re my favorite woman in the whole damn world,” JJ whispered just for you, stepping closer so you could feel the warmth of his breath.

John B rolled his eyes but said nothing else. He knew he wasn’t winning this round. And even though he was annoyed, the three of you always ended up back on the couch, pretending none of it ever happened.

Life in the Chateau was always like this — chaos, laughter, teasing, and an unbreakable bond that kept you all together. You and JJ had your world, your rules, and your way of reminding John B that, yeah, you were his sister, but above all, you were his little sister he loved to hate — and no one could ever beat that.