"Do you have any more photos or um holograms you could show us?" Declan asked, changing the subject. 

"See, that's the thing, father, I would love to if you hadn't taken my phone off me," Gabrielle retorted, glaring at Declan. 

They looked at Kendall. 

"Same here," Kendall answered, sending a quick glare to Jordan. 

Then they looked at Estelle. 

"Here, lemme see if I can find some... appropriate photos,"

 They ignored that last part. Estelle looked back at Bennett. 

"You still took my phone off me. This is just my backup," 

The boys wondered what they did to have their phones taken off them. Estelle continued to show some pictures of the girls as they were growing up. There was even one where the three were in mini musketeer costumes.

"Hey, who's that in this picture?" Declan asked. Estelle looked back at the picture and said. "Oh, that's my older brother,"

"You have a brother?"

"Yeah, we all have one each. I have an older brother, Gabrielle has a twin brother, and Kendall has a younger brother," The boys looked at the others, who nodded in agreement. 

Bennett's mind was racing again. He had a son? Did he get along with him? How old was he?

"What's he like?"

Estelle paused before answering. "Well, that is an interesting question,"

Emerson Frazier was the spitting image of his father. He inherited his black hair and bright blue eyes. However, when people meet him, they'd think he was Bentley's son or, more accurately, Brennan's. He was charming, outgoing and friendly and definitely had the means to run the Frazier company. 

Like his father, though, he had other plans, but before becoming a world-class race-car driver, he was busy putting his energy into other things. He was hiding in the bushes from where he could see Estelle lounging on a float in their pool. He only had this one chance, and he wasn't going to waste it. 

He ran towards the pool. "GERONIMO!" He landed in the pool, sending his sister flying out of the float and into the water. Her screeches drowned out his laughter. His father walked past the pool. 

"I'm about to disown you,"

"Oh, damn,"

"Oh no, I have Jordan for a son," Was all Bennett could muster, his eyes wide with horror.

"That's great! I don't know why you're not excited," Jordan said with a laugh.

"What's your brother like, Gabrielle?" Declan asked, intrigued.

"It's okay. You can call me Brie. It's your nickname for me anyway,"

Declan blushed lightly before continuing. "Okay, what's he like, Brie?"

Mason Lynch had just walked into the boy's locker room. He took after his mother in the looks department with the same red hair and grey eyes, though he inherited his fathers love for sports and music. 

Unlike them both, Mason managed always to keep his cool (most of the time). He was a fairly quiet boy keeping to himself but looking out for others. It was basketball practice today, and there was a new kid on the team, someone who had just transferred schools.

"So, new kid, see anyone you like today?" someone from the other side of the room asked. The new kid laughed before answering. "Well, there is this smoking hot redhead in my English class,"

"Uh, what's her name?"

"I think Gabriella or Gabrielle, something like that?"

As he said this, the laughter died around him. People started to back away. Mason turned around, looked him up and down and then said. "She's not interested,"

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Her brother, so don't bother talking about her," He glared, a glare people say he got from his dad.

"Chill, so anyway, there's this other girl, feisty little blonde chick," The new kid continued. "She's friends with the first girl. I saw them having lunch together," 

The room went quiet a second time around. Mason clenched his jaw, fighting off the urge to throw the locker as this kid. 

"Look, man, she's not interested in you either," he grits out.

"Who are you now? Her boyfriend?" Mason could hear Kendall laughing at the thought. "No, but she's a family friend, so again don't bother," He began walking towards the exit. 

The kid, still having the nerve to continue. "Okay, but there's this raven-haired chick-" 

He didn't dare finish after seeing Mason's glare on him. Estelle wouldn't give this guy the time of day.

The boys all decided they had taught Mason well, giving the story their approval. "What's my boy like? What's my boy like?" Jordan asked, barely keeping in his excitement.

"To say he's dramatic would be an understatement," Kendall laughed. "That little weasel."

Grayson Wallace was barely out of elementary school. He was slightly younger than the others, but that only meant he was the favourite amongst the adults. He had a combination of his parents features, with his mom's light brown hair and his dad's bright green eyes. Yes, his name is a pun. And yes, he did inherit Jordan's flair for the dramatics.

He ran into the room. He turned to see his sister and her friends, Estelle and Gabrielle. 

"Ladies," he said in what was supposed to be a deep and flirty voice. 

The girls just rolled their eyes, smiling as Kendall tried to wack him. She missed and instead hit her nail on the table. The hit had cracked one of her nails which was now bleeding. 

"Ouch!" Kendall exclaimed. 

Grayson quickly pulled her down to lay on the sofa. "It's going to be alright! I'm right here!" 

He held his sister's hand, tears in his eyes as he yelled at the others. "Someone get me a nail technician!! Now!!" 

Kendall tried to get up, but he wouldn't let her. He was really milking the scene. 

He to his sister. "Don't worry, I'm right here, don't panic, everything will be okay," he kept talking over her. The others tried to move to get him out of the way, but he kept wailing about not leaving his sisters side. 

"It's okay. You're okay,"

"And you're an idiot,"

"Yeah, so pretty much another Jordan," Declan concluded from that. 

The girls nodded in agreement.

 Kendall smirked. "Actually, he's also a lot like mom," 

This sparked Jordan's interest, who leaned forward, eyebrows raised. "Oh really, and what is she like?" 

Kendall thought about it for a minute before answering. "She's... golden. Her smile, her eyes, everything about her radiates warmth, she pretty much brightens every room she walks into and her laugh... you're always trying to make her laugh, I can't wait for you to hear her laugh for the first time," Kendall smiled, a genuine smile at her father.

 "You two are definitely that obnoxiously in love couple,"

Jordan was speechless for the moment, only offering a smile. "She sounds pretty great,"

"She is, they all are," Kendall turned to Gabrielle to continue.

"Mom is... mom is just like fire," Declan raised his eyebrows at this urging her to continue. "She's warm but piss her off, and those same flames will engulf you. Moms a dreamer, though incredibly creative, her head sometimes in the clouds. She draws inspiration from everything. But she's always there for others. She's like you-," Gabrielle says, looking at Declan. "-In that sense, you two are so sweet it's sickening,"

Gabrielle let out a small laugh, "Yeah, that's mom for you,"

"I can't wait to meet her,"

"I can't wait for you to meet her too,"

Bennett looked to Estelle expectantly. Estelle finished her milkshake before responding. "Mom is like snow, beautiful but cold,"

There was silence. "Is that it?" Bennett asked. Estelle thought it over before replying. "Yeah,"

"C'mon E, give him more than that,"

Estelle rolled her eyes. "Okay fine, she's not cold. I mean, when you first meet her, she probably does come across cold, but she's so much more than that. I guess that's why you two clicked because you both knew there was more than this cold exterior to you both. You both understand one another. That's why your relationship works so well. You'll love the real her as she'll love the real you," Estelle finished earnestly.

"I'm looking forward to meeting her," Bennett said, giving Estelle a small smile.

"That's good because she's about to walk into the cafe right now,"