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[b]Location:[/b] The Sunset Castle → Hallway → Homeroom 
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Luna/Stella → Trix/Luna/Stella →  Trix/Riley →  Trix/Jamie [sub][@smarty0114][/sub]/ Marshall [sub][@Silent Observer][/sub] & Homeroom class[/center][hr][hr]
[indent][color=#e88181][b]“It’s so sad, LuLu!”[/b][/color] The taller blonde of the two stood at the front entrance of the Locke Residence staring down at a much expected Monday package, while ‘LuLu’, who contrasted her sister in height, and had near platinum blonde hair (highlights), made her way down the lobby toward her beloved other half. Yes lobby, since their home was also their mother’s salon. Both girls, who were at the blooming age of sixteen, were in nothing but silk bathrobes. One was the color of blush pink, which hardly hid the model-esque body it covered, and the other was the color of plum purple, fitting the more petite and tiny body near perfectly.  

On the ground, with elegant blue ribbon around it, tied into a delicate bow, laid a single white lily. 

LuLu, or more formerly Luna, walked past her fraternal twin and bent over to pick up the flower,  [color=86c5da][b]“She was supposed to cancel it.”[/b][/color] With the stem now in hand, between her thumb and pointer fingers, the Moon in their father’s life examined the petals with a contemplative stare. Curious, don’t you think?

[color=#e88181][b]“Maybe she couldn’t. MAYBE it’s like the one thing keeping their--”[/b][/color]

[color=86c5da][b]“Stella.”[/b][/color] Stop her while she’s ahead. The Star in their father’s life was the type to go on and on, all social cues flying right over her head or even her just not knowing when enough was enough. Ask her a yes or no question? Prepare yourself for her life story. Ask her if this outfit looked good or not? Make sure you have tissues because she’ll tear up and explain your beauty in an excerpt. 

This particular subject was a hot topic for an estimate of three months. Mother dearest and Stella-baby needed to move on and find something else worth talking about. Unless...

[color=#e88181][b]“Yes, sissy?"[/b][/color]

[color=#86c5da][b]“We should give this to her.”[/b][/color] Normally, their mother, Juliana, would have them retrieve the lilies upon arrival and put it in a vase in the massage room, hidden from Trixie and still being well taken care of, but this time… 

[color=#e88181][b]“Instead of mama?”[/b][/color]

[color=#86c5da][b]“Yes.”[/b][/color] It wasn’t like Trixie didn’t know about this. It was an anniversary gift. That would last an entire year. But since the incident, the gift turned into a painful reminder of something that no longer existed. 

[color=#e88181][b]“This will only make her sad…”[/b][/color] Stella crossed her arms and sorrowfully pouted. Why did her cousin have to go through so much pain? Why did the entire situation of what went down smell fishy to her? She never did trust her half sister… Hailey was cruel and ruthless. Something mustn’t be right. Something must be off. It was unbelievable how fast everything crashed. How fast their love crashed. 

Was their love even real? Stella didn’t understand, at all. The only love she understood was love of family. Anything beyond that went zoom, zoom over her head!

[color=#86c5da][b]“Or help me prove a point.”[/b][/color] A smirk fell on Luna’s pale face and in response, Stella dumbly blinked and let her sister pull her hand to the guest room where Trixie was staying. 

What was she planning on doing?! [/indent]
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[indent]Sitting on her borrowed bed, staring at the ivory faux sheepskin rug, extremely fluffy, letting her toes rub against the softness, Trixie’s vision was blurred from one, lack of sleep, and two, the unfortunate circumstance of not having 20/20 vision. She could at least see the form of her legs and feet. Apathetically, she reached for her glasses on the nightstand. No one besides family, and well, Owen, knew she wore contacts and glasses. Truth be told, Beatrix was blind as a bat, but at least she played it off like she had observant skills as amazing as Sherlock Holmes. Even if her contact fell out, she could pretend she saw what was on the board and act like she knew what she was talking about. Truly, she was gifted and one hell of a lucky improvisor. When her glasses were on, she could see through her peripheral vision that both Stella and Luna helped themselves in… without even knocking. Such creeps.  
 
[b][color=15603a]“Yes? I still have ten more minutes before I absolutely have to get out of bed.”[/color][/b] What did they want? It was too early for… them. Unlike her cousins, Trixie wore shorts and a tank to sleep. They were definitely their mother’s daughters. Sleep in the nude, walk around the house mostly in the nude. The bathrobes were thin and didn’t hide much.

Not wasting any time, which put Stella on complete edge, Luna strutted toward the dark beaut and grabbed her cousin’s hand, placing the lily in it,  [color=#86c5da][b]“For you.”[/b][/color] Trixie watched as Luna released her hand and stepped back, waiting. 

Waiting for what? 

Usually, when Trixie saw a lily arrive she would get… incredibly sad. This time, though? An item has as much meaning as you give it. Before she could react, Stella squealed, [color=#e88181][b]“We just thought, hey if she didn’t cancel it, she must still love--”[/b][/color]

[color=#86c5da][b]“Stella.”[/b][/color]

[color=#e88181][b]“Sorry! But, like, it’s pretty and you’re pretty. And what you had was…”[/b][/color] Luna gave a heavy sigh when Stella’s eyes started to water up.

[color=#86c5da][b]“Go pick out her outfit. It’s going to be okay, Stel. You’re going to be okay.”[/b][/color] Luna patted her sister’s back. Man, her sister had the spitting spirit of their mother. Nodding emotionally, Stella trudged to Trixie’s closet. Their ultimate goal was to make Trix conquer the world today by being hot. So that’s exactly what she was going to do. While she walked off, Luna brought Trixie’s head up to look at her, [color=#86c5da][b]“A white lily. Symbolizes? Purity and the beauty of youth. Your favorite flower, even before you let it hold more meaning than what it actually has. A flower.”[/b][/color] Trixie raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything. What was Luna getting at? 

[color=#86c5da][b]“Trixie, are you going to let one bad moment ruin something that once was good for you? Something that was like… this.”[/b][/color] Kneeling down, Luna locked eyes with her cousin’s but kept the flower as the focal point. Although Trixie was trying extremely hard to keep her expression stoic, her eyes spoke volumes. First Elodie. Then Isaac at the Hummingbird Creations. Now… Luna and Stella. 

[b][color=15603a]“I don’t know…”[/color][/b] Trix’s eyes were fixated on the lily.

[color=#86c5da][b]“You do know. You would’ve cancelled the weekly lily reminder if part of you didn’t want to know...more. You want to know more, don’t you? I know you do. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t want to know the [i]full story[/i].”[/b][/color]

[b][color=15603a]“But… where would I start?”[/color][/b] There was an old feeling crawling back into Trixie’s heart. Hope. Hope not so much to return to what was. No, hope for a new start by cleaning her slate. To do so? She needed to find the strength to approach her ex, get him to forgive her, she needed to find closure, for peace of mind, and she needed to find herself, her voice, amidst all the chaos that was her school. It wasn’t going to be easy and honestly, she knew she would fall more before she climbed, and yet, she felt like she needed to do [i]something[/i] about her current state. Anything. If her mother saw her now, what would she think? 

As bipolar as she felt lately, Trixie knew she was better than this. Her thoughts went to the party and how her drunk self felt inclined to run away from Ophelia. Or how when she tried to stop Owen from hurting Marshall, Hailey grabbed her wrist… Perhaps, first, she needed to distance herself from the two people that made it hard for her to think straight. That could lead to disaster. Perhaps, that wasn't a good idea at all and she simply needed to stay as is, while on the sidelines she investigated. 

Her train of thought was broken by the bubbly voice of Stella, [color=#e88181][b]“Let’s make you dazzle! That’s where we can start. You’ll shine bright like a… diamond, my lovely! We’ll make sure of it.”[/b][/color] 

[color=#86c5da][b]“She has a point. That's what we do best. We [i]shine[/i].”[/b][/color] Luna giggled to herself and gave her doll a teasing wink. 

Oh boy. This is exactly the kind of morning Trixie wanted to avoid. After laying the lily on her pillow, Beatrix was dragged to her closet...  [/indent]
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[indent]With prowess and conviction, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ab/ed/17/abed17262fe9f50e60d7e8932d130dfa.jpg]Trixie’s[/url] black heels resounded down one of the many hallways that were within Beverly Hills High. Stella had decided to have her cousin sport black, which wasn't something she did often, but would definitely get people to stare. She felt a sense of clarity and empowerment, though she didn’t know how long that would last. As she sauntered, her hips swaying with every step, she opened her planner and there residing in it were the pictures that changed everything for her. The pictures of Owen making out with a mysterious girl. 

[color=426f6f][b]“Trixie!”[/b][/color] Stopping in her tracks, she closed her planner and turned her head back to see Riley Wells speed walking to her.  

[b][color=15603a]“Doesn’t your show air in five? Did you lose the memo I gave you?”[/color][/b] The HOT girl turned on her heel to face school’s biggest personality. Her voice didn’t have as much of a bite as he was use to. [b][color=15603a]“I might have a copy of it in my--”[/color][/b] 

Before she went for her light blue leather backpack, he brought his hand up, which held one of his many bouncy balls, to stop her, [color=426f6f][b]“No, no. We’re in the clear with that.”[/b][/color] Raising her eyebrow in curiosity and anticipation, the ‘mean’ girl waited for him to continue. [color=426f6f][b]“Uh… you good?”[/b][/color]

[b][color=15603a]“What?”[/color][/b]

[color=426f6f][b]“I, uh, the party! You sounded god awful, which isn’t a… usual thing. But, of course you’re good! You’re here looking fine as hell, ready to take on the school day and--”[/b][/color]

[b][color=15603a]“Riley. What's this really about?”[/color][/b] Jesus, he was reminding her of Stella. She did smile a bit at him calling her ‘fine’. She’d take a compliment any day. 

Okay, okay. Just ask her. [color=426f6f][b]“Have you talked to Jamie lately?”[/b][/color] He watched her expression turn from intrigue to surprise. Welp. She probably hasn’t. 

[b][color=15603a]“Why you ask?”[/color][/b] She took a step closer, breaching Rye’s personal space. [b][color=15603a]“Are [i]you[/i] good?”[/color][/b]

[color=426f6f][b]“What? Yeah I am! I'm so good. I was just curious if he… told you any story ideas for his column...?”[/b][/color] Like about him potentially having a secret relationship with Marshall. 

[b][color=15603a]“Since when did you care about the newspaper?”[/color][/b] It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know something was up. What made this even curiouser was he went to her instead of Jamie knowing very well Jamie shared their homeroom together. Did they know something that was relevant to what was happening? The battle between popular kids. Or did they know something more intimate? Was Riley trying to make sure Jamie didn’t tell her something? Something about… her?

The boy came to the realization of his grave mistake and decided to escape while he could, [color=426f6f][b]“Oh look at the time! I better meet up with A Double and Bry… catch ya later.”[/b][/color]

[b][color=15603a]“Riley!”[/color][/b] In a matter of seconds, he was gone. [/indent]
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[indent]With a fiery spirit and burning interest, Trixie entered the room, and unlike her, she was one of the later arrivals.  She even missed the dance party between Josie and Marshall, coming in right when Mrs. Winship reprimanded them. 

Rather than go to her ‘usual’ spot she gave Mrs. Winship a poised wave and announced, [b][color=15603a]“Mrs. Winship, I have some important things I need to discuss with Jamie, so I’m going to sit back there today if that’s alright with you.”[/color][/b] 

[color=darkgray][b]“Of course, Ms. Kingsley. Just make sure you do it around the morning show not during.”[/b][/color]
 
[b][color=15603a]“Yes ma’am! How could I possibly interrupt Riley’s show?”[/color][/b] And with that, Trixie grabbed her seat from her usual spot, which was by Lia, Hails, and the Candies and brought/dragged the seat right between Jamie and Marshall. [b][color=15603a]“Hi sweetheart, I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.”[/color][/b] Trixie beamed at her darling friend that would defend her in a heartbeat before bringing her attention to the one with the answers, [b][color=15603a]“Jamie, do you want to talk now or later? I just have some [i]club[/i] stuff to go over.”[/color][/b] The latina put a strong emphasis on club, which would hopefully show him that she was downright lying and that there were other matters she wanted to discuss.[/indent]