Kai Hadn’t Moved From His Place In Front Of The Mirror, His Gaze Never Moving From His Reflection.

We’re all we have left. We ought to be able to stick together against everything. If we don’t have each other, we don’t have anything.

THE OUTSIDERS 1983 | dir. Francis Ford Coppola

It had been far to long since Lia had seen her cousin, all the random calls or Snapchat’s, and the Skype calls for important events. Never really was the same, but she was more than grateful for the interactions they’d had. The baby shower partly Lias doing, knowing at the end of the day Tori would appreciate it. And little V will love to hear the stories of the night. But keeping her secrets on the other hand, during family events, or run ins with those in the past were becoming more difficult as her cousin, but Lia would be damned if she wasn’t called some form of Aunt, got cuter. And the closer she got to them walking into the room and seeing them, the more a smile spread across Lias face.

The same look of shock that took over Toris face was the one that appeared on everyone’s. And sometimes Lia fell to the same status, shocked by the world she had brought herself into but ever so grateful. Everything about her life now was different, but all she wanted was her cousin by her side again. And finally her eyes were overtake by sheer happiness, her gaze taking in every ounce of Tori. From the same curly raven hair bouncing as she walked, the almost childlike grin atop her face, all the way to the bassinet sat in her hand. Effortlessly staying still as she walked, the actual amount of time shed done the same thing becoming present to Lia. “Tori!” She squealed, wrapping her around Toris frame tightly. A childlike innocence falling over the two as they just took each other in, a year and a half apart but nothing felt different. They were same girls that would sneak out at midnight to meet in the park with the group, or go on random road trips during the summer of high school. “I missed you so much,” and the one thing that had changed was finally brought to the for front, her eyes training down to the child in the bassinet. “She’s precious, and I’m excited to spoil you both,” glancing back up to meet Toris gaze, “Well who am I to deny Sangria? Come on, let’s get out of the lobby,” taking the grocery bag from Toris other hand and heading over to the elevator, “I’ll be honest, there may be one, or two,or twenty, shopping bags up their for you two,” shrugging lightly, “I couldnt help myself,”

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of all of her post-italy rendezvous (her parents, her unsuspecting baby daddy, his parents), this one felt easy. perhaps because lia was one of three people she did her best to keep in contact with from the other side of the world. one of two actual attendees at the skype baby shower she didn’t even really want to have. or maybe she just knows that her cousin will accept her in whatever form she shows up in–skinny, fat, rich, poor, or even x2. 

she lifts a brow at the sheer amount of marble in the lobby of the address she sent. when lia said her new beaux was loaded she was expecting a few fancy cars and evidence of a private education. what she steps into instead are the trappings of pure generational opulence. the luxury of it all  has little time to settle on her though, because then she sees her, standing there in the flesh, looking just a little older than the last time, almost a year and a half ago if you could believe it. she figures she looks a little different as well, carrying a sleeping veronica by the handle of her bassinet in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. her smile is one thing she’ll never outgrow, the way it’s slightly impish and stretches halfway across her face when she squeals “lia!” and throws her free arm around her.  suddenly they’re little girls again, the ones that would beg their parents to allow the other to stay the night so they could stay up til’ 2 watching movies they weren’t supposed to, who’d spend their summers joined at the hip, telling boys at the mall that they’re twins and watching them believe it. “i missed you” she says in earnest, holding her there for a minute before her attention turns to the baby. “she’ll wake up for you in a second, but til’ then i brought sangria!”

Euphoria (TV Series 2019– )

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he’s no stranger to mr. impervious, may have only been employed at della femmina for about two weeks now but when the brunette beauty sheds light on his impatient streak he instantly recalls having been snapped at for not having the man’s friday 5 o’clock old fashioned ready for him the moment he walked through the door. like he was just supposed to know. he assumes since the silver spoon he’s been made to feel very important, and now he leads a very important life, consorting with other very important people, and protecting what’s most important–his money. but what would he know, anyway? he didn’t grow up with two pennies to rub together and these days he hustles, (and apparently gets dressed in bowties and tight ass blouses) to keep the lights on. 

his thoughts return to her though. and he’s aware that it’s mostly none of his business, but he can’t help but think about where he picked her up. “college?” he wonders, as he rattles the martini shaker, maybe she also had a set of loaded parents that set them up. people with money were into that kind of shit, right? maintaining the bloodlines and all. but any train of thought he has is interrupted when he takes note of her grim expression. 

“hey, hey, hey–no pouting at my bar” he says in a tone that’s half stern, half playful. wags his finger as if the rule were plastered behind him in bright red letters for all to see. steadily, he pours her a new glass and immediately assumes his default of reassuring goofball. ’m sure your boyfriend’s gonna come through that door any minute with a bouquet bigger than ya head” he’s all animated, gesturing with his hands til he realizes–”not that your head is big or nothing…” he clarifies a little more meekly. and before she gets the chance to look at him funny–

“i’m angel” not carlos like his name tag reads, apparently such a fancy establishment couldn’t be bothered to have a new one created for his first few shifts. “a girl’s name i know, don’t worry i got clowned enough for it in elementary”

It wasn’t anything new to Amelia, the way he treated the bartenders or waiters at restaurants. At first it intrigued her, having the unlimited wealth to do just about anything you wanted, no repercussions. It was something she looked for her entire life, having access to an amount that equaled half of the Coyne wealth once. But losing it and having to find means to get back what she once knew, that’s something he would never understand. Hell Lia hadn’t been honest with him about her line of work before Declan, all the different men and places she’s gone. All of them hid away in her memory, and the documents hiding in a box shoved to the back of the closet. It was something he didn’t have to understand, working for money. Even if it was a semi illegal way for Lia to do so.

She had been playing with her empty glass, her finger lightly brushing against the bottom of the bowl to spin it around. Her mind occupied with wondering where exactly her knight in shining armor was, glancing towards the door for a moment before moving back to her glass. Lia couldn’t say she was shocked by his late arrival, or lack there of an arrival. It wasn’t always like that, he always made a point to pick her up and show her off in the beginning. And now, here she was going on hour three of waiting, And she also suddenly became aware of little details. For instance, it wasn’t very often was she asked about their relationship, despite the length they’d been together, and definitely not asked about how they came to be. She assumed Declan had already told his people, or the people around him; but maybe they just didn’t care about his lil arm candy much. Or he just didn’t care to talk about her and have to make up stories about her life and wealth.

A small giggle leaves her lips as she sits up a little straighter, the male gaze always bringing some kind of confidence to Amelia. “I should’ve noticed the neon lights screaming no pouting only alcohol how dare I,” a playful tone in her words, watching the liquid stream down into her glass, almost transfixed on the movement for some reason. “I would bet money on there being no bouquet, I can’t remember the last time my fiancé surprised me,” she sighed, before shrugging it off, “but that’s what alcohol and drugs are for, to brush it off and forget about it,” nodding her head with her words, confirming it for herself. The messed up cycle she created years ago, always seemed to find its way back to her.

She glanced down at the name tag he wore and raised a brow, “um, angel, sweetie, you’re name tag is lying to everyone here,” she jokingly whispered to him, keeping a serious look on her face but the giggle came through almost instantly. “I think it’s cute, you could like play into the whole guardian angel thing if you think about it,” taking a sip of her drink, extending her hand out, after making sure her drink was secure on the bar top. “Amelia, it’s a pleasure to actually speak with you Angel,”

You know it. I see the way you look at me and I know, you know. As hard as you’ve tried to stamp it out and ignore it, I have tried harder! I have tried harder than you to be quiet and to forget it and to not bother my family with my problems. But I can’t try anymore because it hurts. I don’t want to be going through this but I am. DAWSON’S CREEK: 2x15 - “… That is the question.”

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Kai was finally happy, being in an apartment with his sister away from the family they never wanted. Well, most members they didn’t want around. There was something blissful being able to do as he pleased and not worry about what was around him. Everything worked, for once it was finally good. “Alright Nessie I got us Chinese food, yes I got whatever your favorite is, don’t be so shocked that I know,” his voice traveled around the apartment as he walked through the door, putting his keys on the table.

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