Hello everyone! I'm on a National Treasure uptick right now, and I guess I've forgotten how passionately I love this series? I've gotten loads of new ideas! I wrote this in like, thirty minutes, and I hope that it makes you feel just as warm reading it as I did while writing it. (: Please enjoy while I finish outlining Atramentous' plot.
XOXO, Helix.
Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure or Party City.
"Okay, my name's not Brown. It's Gates. I leveled with you ninety-eight percent," Ben confessed.
"Wait a minute," Abigail murmured. "Did you just say 'Gates?'"
Riley side-eyed her and squirmed down further in the driver's seat.
"'Gates?'" She demanded earnestly. Her eyes suddenly blazed blue fire, and glanced wildly between the both of them. "You're that family, with the conspiracy theory about the Founding Fathers!"
Her screech was thick with incredulity and hope that Ben would confirm that no, it's actually a different Gates, thank God. But there was also a tiny, firm assumption right there, in the word 'family,' that startled Riley so bad that he almost drove off the road. Not that either of them, still arguing, had noticed.
"It's not a conspiracy theory," Ben corrected her sharply, pursing his lips.
"Per se," Riley amended.
Abigail fumed, and seemed to decide something. "You know what, I take it back. You're not liars, you're...insane!"
And he agreed. Being this passionate about something automatically came with accusations of delusion from those who only looked at the situation with a superficial lens-the ones who didn't make it extremely personal, as he and Ben had. But that still didn't stop Riley from feeling the utter warmth that spread right across his shoulders like butter or a thick wool pea coat.
Because when Abigail was screaming at them, accusing them so rabidly of being apart of that family, that meant that she had thought they were brothers.
And Riley had always wanted an older brother.
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