[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180112/6b995b25888c84a70661bac838ea0d18.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180112/b1034460f58dbab3021acb701dfcdf34.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180112/0657a6202357c62a7a0d3dc85037bbfd.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KXN6m9H.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/hSv4c9G.gif[/img] │ [b][url=http://www.gotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/photos/camila-mendes/and-lili-reinhart-for-cosmopolitan-2017/Camila-Mendes-and-Lili-Reinhart-for-Cosmopolitan-2017--03-300x420.png][color=922b2b]Hailey's Outfit[/color][/url][/b] │ [b][url=https://www.billboard.com/files/styles/900_wide/public/media/becky-g-09-billboard-2014-400x600.jpg][color=15603A]Trixie's Outfit[/color][/url] [/b] │ [sup]Collab with [@Universorum][/sup] [img]http://a398.idata.over-blog.com/2/22/33/01/r-pertoire-2/divider--2-.png[/img][/center] [indent][center]Family.[/center] What is the proper definition? People that share the same blood? Imagine. Together, on the same tree, extended on different branches, but still rooted in the soil as one. Or.... is family defined by where one’s loyalty lies? The meaning of such a simple word wasn’t as clear nowadays for Beatrix Kingsley. When you’ve invested so much time and soul into one person, when you’ve sacrificed and comprised bits and pieces of yourself until you no longer felt your own, when your world had taken the shape of a human being, and everything felt like home. Wasn’t that suppose to be her definition of family? With a snap of someone’s finger, in this case, her own, everything changed. Her reality changed. Shattered glass is what her heart had turned to, but perhaps it was self inflicted? She didn’t know anymore. What was right, what was wrong… All she knew was: everything hurt. Everything hurt so fucking much and all she could do was put on a false pretense. Be the strong girl her [i]family[/i] believed her to be. Be okay. Was she okay? No. No, she wasn’t. Actually, she hated herself. She hated herself so much because she wasn’t good enough. She would never be good enough. All this validation she sought out from other people, and for what? To belong? He didn’t want her. He got bored of her and it was entirely her fault. She failed him as a girlfriend and then she failed him as a friend, for letting her anger get the best of her and ‘getting back’ at him because it would ‘make her feel better’. [color=15603A][i]Isn’t that right, Hailey?[/i][/color] Having been dazed, staring out the limousine window, the T in HOT steadily turned her head to look at her cousin, Hailey Green. Someone she would like to believe she understood, someone that was her family, someone she loved unconditionally. A raven beaut with a serpent tongue like her mother, Evelyn, that felt inclined to take after her other mother, an unfathomable creature, Alyssa, that seemed to always [i]need[/i] power. Such strong personalities to grow up to and watch. But luckily, to balance it all, she had (and still has) a father as dedicated and loving as an emperor penguin. Hailey wasn’t a tyrant. She was a control freak and yet, even with that knowledge, Trixie couldn’t come to believe her cousin would hurt her. If anything, she was protecting her, right? Then why did she feel like she would never recover from the heartbreak? [color=922b2b][b]“Yes, Trixie?”[/b][/color] Hailey asked, looking across at her cousin. Hailey leaned forward slightly and gave a small gesture with her hand for Trixie to speak up. She only half-believed it would work. Ever since the less than clean and less than simple breakup with that scumbag Owen Lyon — the boy’d had the [i]nerve[/i] to [i]demand[/i] Hailey be nice to someone, for God’s sake — Trixie hadn’t been herself. In fact, she’d been almost wraith like. It was depressing. But, Hailey was dedicated, if nothing else. She wouldn’t just abandon Trixie, or throw her aside like some other people in her life had done. Hailey had played a [i]small[/i] part in the breakup process, but if Trixie was [i]that[/i] brutal, then there had been SOMETHING wrong that Hailey hadn’t even picked up on. She’d done a good thing! Yet, Trixie remained a shell of the woman she once was. It was depressing. Hailey dismissed Trixie’s silence, and turned her body, reaching toward the center seat, and pulling it down to reveal a small fridge. She opened it and withdrew a plate of fudge. [color=922b2b][b]“Here. I made this. Eat one. It’s chocolate. Chocolate will make you happy.”[/b][/color] Hailey explained, holding the plate out to Trixie. [color=922b2b][b]“From what I understand, [i]he’s[/i] going to be there. So you’ll need your strength.”[/b][/color] Waving the sweets away, Trixie gave a half-hearted smile, [color=15603A][b]“I’ll pass. I ate enough at home.”[/b][/color] Truth be told, she ate hardly anything today. Maybe some grapes and a granola, but she hadn’t eaten a decent meal in a while and for those who knew her well, it was starting to show. Thinking back, two months ago, when she chose her fate, something came over her that had never happened before. An irrational anger that caused her entire body to react. Blood rage and shaking muscles. She’s heard stories about her mother’s anger but never saw it first hand… looks like she experienced it instead. Turning her ring around her finger, the brunette met her gaze with her cousin’s dark stare and rolled her eyes, [color=15603A][b]“You know, I’m fully aware of that. He IS an Elite.”[/b][/color] Folding her hands on her lap, she calmly continued, [color=15603A][b]“I can handle it. Plus, it isn’t like I’ll be alone. You’ll be there.”[/b][/color] Fine. Turn down the candy. More for Hailey. Hailey unwrapped the fudge and put a piece into her mouth, quietly chewing it while listening to Trixie talk. [color=922b2b][b]“Yes. An Elite. I don’t like the Elite. An outdated concept, that’s going to cause issues with the way I like things. Unfortunate. And I know [i]you[/i] can handle it; I’m more worried about Ophelia and her friends… after all, they feel quite strongly about love and adultery and whatnot.”[/b][/color] She put another piece into her mouth, [color=922b2b][b]“You’re daft for not eating this, by the way. But, I digress. Unfortunately for us, we’ll have to rely on Lia to talk our way into this. The Elite, love them or hate them, are a unit; they wouldn’t let you in if you were bleeding out. And they hate me. Lia is cute and has a… way with words. I’m fairly sure she, of all people, can talk a group of teenaged boys into letting us into their party. Even if one of said boys is my brother…”[/b][/color] Hailey shook her head and swallowed down the chunk of chocolate, putting the plate back into its home and readjusting the sheet. [color=922b2b][b]“We should have a good time. It is the New Year after all. New Year, new me… you know how that goes.”[/b][/color] Poorly. The answer was poorly. [color=15603A][b]“Well, duh. I was planning on it.”[/b][/color] False. if Trixie had it her way, nothing Ophelia did would work, everyone would give up, and she could go back home and sleep. Trixie didn’t want to be out right now but being in her position, she was obligated to make an appearance. Lia nearly begged her to not go to a family party because Damian’s party was going to be the biggest bash of the year. The HOT girls absolutely HAD to go. ‘New Year, new me’. [color=15603A][b]“Oh, we’re almost there.”[/b][/color] Hailey glanced out the window and nodded as they pulled up to the Lyon residence and their driver, Butler, brought the car to a stop. The door slid open automatically, and the Candyland piled in. [color=922b2b][b]“Sterlings or Marshall?”[/b][/color] Without looking up from her phone, Ophelia chirped, [color=eda946][b]“Sterlings. Gumdrop is taking forever. Selena is bringing a Sean, whoever that is. Good for her, finally getting a man.”[/b][/color] Greeting Ophelia with a kiss on the cheek, Trixie chuckled in amusement, [color=15603A][b]“Not always a good thing.”[/b][/color] Ophelia responded by smiling and biting at her bottom lip slightly. Despite the joy she showed on the outside, Lia was [i]still[/i] questioning if any of this was a good idea… [/indent]