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[indent]Listening to their workout playlist, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QQvNjXvhYA]Never Give Up by Eminem (Shady Mixes Remix)[/url] blasting in the attic of the guest house, the youngest Kingsley siblings spent the past hour working out together, like they usually did before getting ready for school. Their home gym was blaring white, with some pine wood accents and black luxury workout equipment. If it wasn't for the items strategically placed, this room would look like, and feel like, a snowscape. Just how the Kingsleys liked it. 

Pulling himself up, letting his chin rest over the bar, squeezing his glutes, Marcos went into another chin up, as Trixie did some burpees on the mat. When they finished their set, Marcos released the bar and cracked his neck, while Beatrix went to the center of the mat, waiting for her brother to evaluate her. [color=B02727]"Okay, stances. Then we'll cool down and get out of here."[/color] 

Since it wasn't the weekend, they wouldn't be doing extensive boxing techniques to build up his sister's strength and endurance. But, he'd still like to watch her, make sure she was prepared for anything. He couldn't always be there for her. As much as he wanted to protect her from harm, he knew it was unrealistic to know where she was 24/7. He didn't want to know what she did all the time, all he needed to know was that she could keep herself safe. Pretending to be her opponent, he unhurriedly asked, [color=B02727]"Vulnerable places?"[/color]

With vigor, Trixie projected with her strong, powerful, don't-fuck-with-me-voice, [color=15603A]"Eyes, nose, throat, and groin,"[/color] and proceeded into a hammer strike, acting as if she had keys in her hand. 

[color=B02727]"If someone's coming at you from the front?"[/color] He took a step forward, leaning into her and coming for the attack. Without hesitation, she lifted her dominant leg, drove her hips forward, slightly leaned back, and pretended to put as much force into her kick to paralyze her opponent. 

In this case, her brother. Even going the extra mile to yell, [color=15603A]"Don't fucking touch me!"[/color] 

Good. 

Picking himself off the ground, he continued their routine and asked, [color=B02727]"and if they're too close?"[/color] 

[color=15603A]"Well duh, I'm going to use my knee."[/color] Trixie grinned at her brother, deciding to go into the next move (the one after the knee stance) which was the heel palm strike. Since her brother was taller than her, by a lot, she went for the throat. After they did a few more self defense moves, they were finally on the last one. Holding her in a side head lock, he waited for her reaction. Quickly, and with the instinct of not being chocked, she pretended to strike her brother's groin with her furthest hand until she was given enough mobility to release herself from the grip and disengage. 

Having lost track of time, their older brother, the only one that still resides here, with bed hair, plaid pajama pants, and a Zelda gamer tee on, shuffled upstairs with pizza in his hand and red eyes, [color=156060]"You two bitches need to get ready. Ma will flip her shit if she sees you home when she comes back with groceries."[/color] 

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[color=15603A]"Uh... time?"[/color] With a raised eyebrow, Trixie reached for a towel and wiped her forehead. 

Checking his smart watch (usually only wears while working out), Marcos heavily sighed and saw the time. They had twenty-five minutes to get ready before Richie would be outside honking his horn. Always punctual. Never late. They got caught up in their routine again. [color=B02727]"... Richie and Liv will be here [i]soon[/i]. Just hurry up, shower, and don't take forever doing your make up."[/color]

[color=15603A]"Ugh! You got to be [i]kidding[/i] me. Thank god I picked my outfit already!"[/color] The littlest Kingsley ran down the stairs past her other brother and hurriedly went to the main estate. 

[color=156060]"You [i]excited[/i]?"[/color] Noah obnoxiously chewed on the cold pizza, apathetically observing his catalog-model-looking brother, who was making his way to the stairs that Noah was now blocking. Trixie was small enough to squeeze through. 

[color=B02727]"Don't eat in here."[/color] Marcos waited at the top of the steps, impatiently waiting for his brother to lead the way or move. He was rewarded with an eyeroll, before Noah turned around and sluggishly strolled down the stairs. 

Taking a bigger bite, he chewed in silence before scoffing, [color=156060]"You're fucking lucky, dude. I would've killed to go to a school that didn't give a fuck."[/color] 

[color=B02727]"Luck? Is that what we're calling this?"[/color]

[color=156060]"Yeah."[/color] Noah flatly stared. His dull eyes saying 'I said what I said'. After a moment or two of awkward silence, he gestured for Marcos to go in front of him when they reached the hall to the kitchen. Finally getting to the back door in the guest kitchen, Marcos' older brother waited expectantly. Unfortunately, the guest house was Noah's territory until their mother felt inclined to kick him out. So, for the time being, when Marcos needed to go to the gym, he had to go through his brother first. Noah was amicable for the most part and usually chilled in the den smoking a bowl and streaming. [color=156060]"Luck."[/color] 

Ripping another piece of pizza off, the clearly exhausted, hadn't slept in a couple days nineteen year old boy shook his head, knowing very well his brother didn't know how to relax and take it easy, [color=156060]"Give it time. I'm sure you'll have a blast and hey, say hi to QueenSamantha for me."[/color]  

[color=B02727]"What? No."[/color] Narrowing his eyes, Marcos watched his brother shut the glass door in his face and teasingly waved goodbye. 

[color=156060]"Have fun at school, sweetie! Call me if you need anything, but really, don't. Peace!"[/color][/indent]
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[indent][color=15603A]"How do I look?"[/color] Trixie stood in the hallway in front of her bedroom door, holding the end of the navy floral long sleeve pleated [url=https://cdn-img.prettylittlething.com/c/c/a/c/ccac65f9bd84840b5a821faa30f8470b8639a4a4_cly9463_1.jpg]midi dress[/url], [color=15603A]"Not too much, but nice and classy right? Would Miki like this?"[/color] Briefly, his eyes widened, surprised at the dress his sister chose. Mature. Sure, there was cleavage, but it was long and elegant. He didn't expect this. If anything, he expected her to go short. Honestly, his sister reminded him of their mother. 

[color=B02727]"You look beautiful, Trix."[/color] He admitted. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/53/f7/6e53f7f61c6b348ee6b5167cce150479.jpg]Marcos[/url], on the other hand, went for sportswear casual. His face spoke enough for him and his clothes would at least make him seem less pretentious than the family he came from. However, he did specifically request Richie to pick them up, so they could flex in his friend's ride (that's besides the point). [color=B02727]"... are you comfortable, though?"[/color]   

A playful grin fell on her face, as she giggled, [color=15603A]"These heels aren't anything compared to what I've had to wear at daddy's dinners."[/color] Scanning her brother up and down, she tsked, [color=15603A]"Only you could put minimal effort and still look [i]good[/i]."[/color] 

[color=B02727]"Just because this looks like nothing doesn't mean I didn't put any thought in my choice. I'm not Noah."[/color] 

[color=15603A]"Yeah, yeah—"[/color] A loud honk could be heard outside and Trixie's mood swiftly shifted from humorous to uncontrollable excitement, [color=15603A]"They're here! Do you think Aiden is here yet? Oh-em-g! I wonder what Liv is wearing... You got to take a picture of us for my Insta!"[/color] His sister let out a squeal of happiness. 

Before she ran into her bedroom to get her bags (backpack, laptop bag), he commented, [color=B02727]"You're taking this well."[/color] 

Stopping herself from moving any forward, she turned on her heel to her brother and gave a genuine and loving smile, [color=15603A]"Shit happens, whether we like it or not, but at least I have Liv, and you. Like mom says, there's never bad circumstances, only bad assumptions! You have Aiden and Richie and I'm sure you'll make more friends [i]easy[/i]."[/color] Finding her way to her brother, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, [color=15603A]"Don't let anyone ruin your senior year, okay? You got this. You're a fucking Kingsley. You'll make this school year your bitch."[/color] 

[color=B02727]"Language."[/color] 

[color=15603A]"Oh hush, now get us some granola and lets go take some pictures!"[/color] She shooed her brother away and went back to her room to do final touches to her face (and grab her things). 

His sister was right. Marcos hadn't taken the news of going from Liberty to Rosefell well. They had limited options in terms of schools and their father said that this would be good for them... for some reason. Having already researched and learned that the soccer team was nearly non-existent because of funding, and lack of interest, Marcos was going into this with a chip on his shoulder. He didn't even know if this was an endeavor worth pursuing, but it did kind of suck he couldn't play soccer his last year. Even so, Trixie was right. He needed to lighten up and enjoy himself. So what if this school will force them to acknowledge their privileged lives? So what if this is a change and he hated change? So what?

This would be good for him, it had to be. 

Hooking his thumbs in his pant's pockets, he strode to the main estate's kitchen to get a quick breakfast for him and his sister (throwing it in a lunch bag and then putting it in his backpack), before exiting the door to make his way to his best friend. When Richie and him met eyes, Marcos gave an easygoing wave by the door, stepped down the stairs, and walked down the path. Shortly after, Trixie hurriedly came running out, locked the door, and scurried to catch up with her brother. Heels and all. 

[color=15603A]"Hey Richie!"[/color]     
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