[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180115/05c529791f73880e60de570fe7dfac8b.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180115/36609d318d609fe5cdd51c3c0d499bef.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/eaTBXok.png?1[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/wAsdUIq.gif?2[/img] [b][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/9c/e7/009ce7f84ac752cf2da005b1a36592d5.jpg][color=6175ff]Her outfit[/color][/url] │ [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2d/cf/09/2dcf0965efcd9ef02736b7af7b616fc8.jpg][color=6175ff]Her bathing suit[/color][/url] [/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/eaTBXok.png?1[/img] [hider=At the Lyons // Ft. Mitty & Daddums // Joy's surrogate mom & a man that is like a second father to her] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ad35wAV.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/CsZunY5.gif[/img] [sub][@Universorum] as Troy Lyon[/sub][/hider][/center] [indent][i]Could she believe what she did? BEHIND her mother’s back? No, nope, nahhhh. Of course not! It was impulsive of her. Unlike anything she’s done before. And yet, somehow, this little teenager convinced herself that this decision was a good decision. The best decision she could ever do before the New Year.[/i] Rather than consult her mother and father, knowing well enough her dad would give her the greenlight, her mother… not so much, Joy Darling found herself around 6 PM last night knocking on her Mitty and Daddum’s door. In her head, she felt like this was absolutely necessary. Already a sophomore and all she ever did was study and do things that would benefit her future. Don’t get her wrong, she loves doing all those things and more, but this past semester something [i]itched[/i] inside her. Perhaps the situation with her brother sparked a flame in her. Joy wouldn’t know, for she had little to no social life. As she watched the emotional turmoil take over her brother, she couldn’t help but think: [i]Why is he so bothered by this? Things didn’t work out, so what? Stop brooding and move on. Think of solutions rather than focus on what went wrong. It obviously wasn’t meant to be if everything burnt to the ground with no notice besides an article on the Black and Orange. [/i] Then she realized, she really didn’t understand what was going on in him and she wouldn’t until she invested more time at her high school, for better or for worse. Emotions weren’t her forte. Why care when these people had nothing to do with her? If anything, shouldn’t everyone at school focus on getting into college? Figuring out what they want to do for the rest of their lives? Not focus on all this petty shit that seems to be on everyone’s minds???? [color=4a86e8][i]You’re like me, angel. When I was your age, I didn’t want to give people a chance. Try to. People will come and go, but you’ll see who cares enough to stay. It’s a lonely world, it’s nice to make it a little less lonesome.[/i][/color] Her mother was wise and there was no doubt in Joy’s mind that she cared. Even with her busy job at ASMR, her mama Jude found time to text, call, and check up on her. Joy didn’t want to break her heart though, but she also didn’t want to sit around and do nothing, because all her parents keep telling her to take proactive steps in her social life. There’s a potential fear in Joy, like what if experiencing similar pains like Owen led to her mother being sad. Who cares about the emotions she, herself, would go through, her mother crying would be the absolute worst… And here she was. Lying. Going to the parent that gave her a push in the ‘risk’ department and not telling her mother the whole truth. Why? Why was she doing this? Because she was scared, wanted change, and the little devil on her shoulder told her to. Her Mitty always told her she should get out more and do things to make her feel good, but so does her actual mama. What made her Mitty different than her mom? Mitty says: go to the football games, go to the spa and treat yo’ self, invite a few people to the mall, stalk your brother and take on the school together, and Joy considers it. Food for thought. Mama says those things and then suddenly Joy gets lost in her stare and thinks: is this a test? WHY WAS SHE SO PARANOID? Either way, regardless of the drama that went on in the halls of Beverly Hills High and the irrational fear she had of her mother, Joy suddenly felt like she was wasting the best years of her life . You know what marks this change in her? Permanent. Red dye. In her hair. There was no turning back now. [b][color=dc143c]“Cutie, open your lips like this.”[/color][/b] A voluptuous redhead held cherry pink lip gloss to the pale girl’s lips and made a face for her to mimic. Joy’s Mitty. Kylie Lyon. She was the kind of woman that other woman, girls included, loved to hate. She was an adult, sorta, but everything about her from her looks to her aura radiated the exuberance of youth. That Hollywood star look with perfect muscle definition, skin like silk, and confidence for days. Absolutely flawless. This was Owen’s mother. [b][color=dc143c]“If you weren’t gonna get wet, I’d put hot red on those yummy lips of yours. Boys would totally drool. Of course if it were me, I’d still put red on and just fix it up in the bathroom. We could do that if you-- actually, we will. BABY!”[/color][/b] The motherly figure pulled back, calling her husband. With a blank stare, Joy looked at her ditzy Mitty in amusement and took a sip of her Whiskey Sour. Kylie would not let her leave this house without pregaming a little. While the two girls were sitting downstairs doing whatever it was women did, Troy was upstairs, doing what it was men did. In this case? Troy was watching Desperate Housewives — again. Okay, okay. Maybe Troy wasn’t the [i]perfect[/i] man, but if you asked him or anyone else in his family, he was pretty damn masculine. When Kylie’s screaming broke his concentration, Troy sighed but shut off the TV, and yelled. [color=3545c4][b]“WHAT?!”[/b][/color] [b][color=dc143c]“I NEED MY RED LIPSTICK! IT’S IN THE BEDROOM, ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY VANITY, IN MY PINK BAG.”[/color][/b] There was a brief pause before it seemed the woman downstairs came to a sudden realization. [b][color=dc143c]“JOY IS GOING TO BE LATE TO HER FIRST BIG PARTY!!! HURRY UP.”[/color][/b] [color=dc143c][i]“I need…”[/i][/color] Of course she needed something. [color=dc143c][i]“my red lipstick…”[/i][/color] Okay, the something was red. That was easy. Now just listen to keywords Troy. You got this. [color=dc143c][i]“Bedroom… right side… vanity…”[/i][/color] The fuck is a vanity? [color=dc143c][i]“...pink bag.”[/i][/color] Okay. No, he could do this. Troy got off of the bed and looked around the room, searching for something pink — hand having a sudden realization that almost everything that woman owned was a shade of pink. Grumbling to himself about being too old for this (Troy was delighted that he finally ranked old enough to say that), Troy began to quickly shuffle around the room, tearing open pink bags until… success. He found a red lipstick. [color=3545c4][b]“Dear Jesus, please let this be the right one.”[/b][/color] Troy slid it into his pocket before walking down stairs to his wife and… pseudo daughter. He held out the lipstick to Kylie, cautiously saying. [color=3545c4][b]“Here… you go?”[/b][/color] With a beam, Kylie took the lipstick, [b][color=dc143c]“Oh good choice. Christian Louboutin.”[/color][/b] Score one for Troy. Bringing her attention back to her lovely Joy, super excited that Joy was really embracing the feminine side in her and ready to show the world what she was made of, Kylie gestured for the girl to pucker her lips before she finished the last thing to her MASTERPIECE. When she was done, she put the lipstick in Joy’s purse, [b][color=dc143c]“Now, this is one of my more expensive lipsticks…”[/color][/b] She gave her daughter an almost serious look, before giggling, [b][color=dc143c]“You can have it! I’ll just buy another one.”[/color][/b] Standing up and bringing Joy with her, Kylie examined her little project and felt tears welling up in her eyes. [b][color=dc143c]“Baby, what do you think? Did I do good?”[/color][/b] Was she really gonna cry over that shit? ...stupid question. Of course she was going to. [color=3545c4][b]“Yeah, Kylie, but uh, I better get her to the party. Or, she’ll like… I dunno, all the good looking boys will be taken, or something.”[/b][/color] Attempt number one. [b][color=dc143c]“My cutiepie has Candy in her, whether she likes it or not. She’ll get the best. Just you wait.”[/color][/b] Kylie rolled her eyes at her husband. [i]Please.[/i] Then brought her attention to Joy, [b][color=dc143c]“Don’t waste a single drop, then you’re free to go! There’s a mirror by the entrance so you can check yourself on the way out. Oh wait, shouldn’t I come?”[/color][/b] Turning on her heel, the mother locked eyes with her man, [b][color=dc143c]“What about our party?”[/color][/b] She looked hot. If her friends couldn’t see her like this, what on Earth would she do? [color=3545c4][b]“The kids are gone. Do we have to go?”[/b][/color] Troy said over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys off of the hangar. Then, he thought about it. If he didn’t go, Ty would bitch and moan for like forty minutes… [color=3545c4][b]“Alright, fine. We can go. But we’re leaving early. Come on, Joy.”[/b][/color] [color=6174ff][b]“One sec…”[/b][/color] Obediently, Joy downed her drink. Luckily for her, her Mitty trained her for something like this. It was important to know how much you can handle, to avoid dangerous situations. When she was done, she placed the glass specifically parallel to the remote, aligned with the television, looking just right, on the coffee table, before catching up with the Lyons. [color=6174ff][b]“Daddum, why do you want to leave early?”[/b][/color] [color=3545c4][b]“So I can fuck your mother before we have to go to this bullshit party and watch everyone around me get sloppy drunk and make poor decisions because I befriended a bunch of jerk offs in high school.”[/b][/color] [b][color=dc143c]“TMI, baby.”[/color][/b] [color=6174ff][b]“You guys want another child?”[/b][/color] Joy confusingly blinked at them. Sex was only for procreation - right? [color=3545c4][b]“Yeah. Sex, missionary style, with the lights off, in the bedroom, for the sole purpose of procreation. Jesus, kid. Has Jude taught you nothing?”[/b][/color] [color=6174ff][b]“I don’t think this is a necessary conversation to have with my mother. Come on, time is of the essence.”[/b][/color] Joy quickly glanced at her face in the mirror, smiled to herself, and then started to head out, but before she could exit, her Mitty grabbed her wrist and turned her toward them. [b][color=dc143c]“Sweetie. Buttercup. My innocent, little lamb.”[/color][/b] Sure, Kylie might get yelled at by Jude but this was absolutely necessary especially right before the greatest party of the year. [b][color=dc143c]“Sex isn’t just for making babies. It makes you feel [i]real[/i] good too. And there’s a million and ten positions you can do and just as many places it can happen in. Once you find the one, you’ll--”[/color][/b] [color=6174ff][b]“Please stop.”[/b][/color] [color=3545c4][b]“Kid, trust me. You need to get dicked. It’s almost poetic. If Jude had never gotten dicked at a party, she’d probably still live with Nana. Now you’ll get dicked at a party, and [i]your[/i] life will change for the better. I told Owen to take you home.”[/b][/color] With that, Troy headed out the door and toward his beloved car. [color=6174ff][b]“I don’t think I wanna...”[/b][/color] [b][color=dc143c]“Oh, but you do.”[/color][/b] and with that, Kylie led Joy to the car. Finally, her sweet child would be presented to the world, like never before. A party to make her mark. [/indent]