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[sub][color=pink][color=86c5da][b]Luna[/b][/color], [color=b3446c][b]Julie[/b][/color], [color=#e88181][b]Stella[/b][/color], & [color=15603A][b]Trixie[/b][/color] 
Collab with [@Silent Observer] as [color=997fdb][b]Marshall[/b][/color]
[color=dad326][b]Locations//[/b][/color] Locke Mama's car [color=dad326][b]→[/b][/color] Hallway [color=dad326][b]→[/b][/color] Music room [color=dad326][b]→[/b][/color] Hallway (Mentions of [color=a52521][b]Owen[/b][/color] [@Universorum])[/color][/sub]
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[indent][color=#e88181][b]“MOM. Trixie is taking 5eva."[/b][/color] Stella dramatically slid in the back seat of Juliana Locke's candy-apple-red Lincoln navigator. The gorgeous mother, who looked like she could be her kids' sister, responded with a wide yawn. It was so early. Her twins had pounced on her while she cuddled her three Pomeranians (Tootsie, Goldie, & Sugar), babies of her late Lady, and woke her up out of her unfortunately not so deep slumber. It wasn't even time for her to wake up and open the salon! But her sweet yet simple Stella said she absolutely had to go on a mission with them. 

Non-negotiable. 

Essentially, Trixie wanted to take a day to herself, a pamper-me day. Do know that this is coming from her niece that has perfect attendance. Trixie would brave a storm just to go to school. Today was different. Julie assumed her twins took part in convincing their cousin to play hooky and spend it with them, since they didn't find it necessary to go to every single beauty school session. Let's just say her daughters chose when they wanted to go to beauty school or not and Julie wasn't the type of mom to tell them what they can and cannot do. They know the deal. They graduate. How they get there, doesn't matter to her, but they [i]will[/i] graduate. They come home with exceptional praise and grades, for being the biggest slackers at their school. That was good enough for her. 

And so here they were, by the entrance of Beverly Hills High. It seemed Trixie needed to go to school to do an 'errand' that would only take a second. 

Juliana brushed a strand of hair out of her face and pouted to herself. She had yet to eat breakfast. Her Tiger always made breakfast for her around this time. [i]Sigh[/i]. But for the love of her children and niece, who all had an irrational fear of driving, she would do this. [color=b3446c][b]"She [i]literally[/i] left a minute ago."[/b][/color] Julie grumbled. She was grumpy. Mornings made her grumpy.

[color=#e88181][b]“I think we should make sure she gets to [i]his[/i] locker safely."[/b][/color] There Stella went... letting her mom's words fly right over her head, caught up in her own world. Stella's World. Let's be honest, her baby wanted to see the school. With all the stories going around, of course, she wants to explore the school. [color=e88181][b]"What if she bumps into [i]him[/i]? How's she even going to handle that? She'll probably cry. I'd cry."[/b][/color] 

Juliana rubbed her forehead. It was too early for this. 

The car's side door opened, bringing Julie's attention towards it. Luna gestured for her sister to lead the way. [color=86c5da][b]"We'll be back."[/b][/color] Her Luna being a hero. Giving her peace and quiet, and satisfying her twin's needs to walk into that damn school. Thank you, moon. 

Julie gave her daughters a groggily nod, [color=b3446c][b]"No more than ten minutes. I'm hungry."[/b][/color] Julie being hungry was the end of the fucking world as we know it. If there was someone that could eat non-stop, it would be her, and somehow, blessed be some higher power, she kept her figure. The obvious theory? It went straight to her Spanish booty. 

Hell yeah! Stella hopped out the car, blew kisses to her mom, waited for her sissy to close the door, and then, only then, did she grab Luna's hand possessively and skipped toward the big, big building. 

[color=#e88181][b][i]Onward we go![/i][/b][/color] [color=86c5da][b][i]She's lucky I'm patient.[/i][/b][/color] [color=b3446c][b][i]Sleepy sleep...[/i][/b][/color]
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[indent]As the twins walked throughout the school, they both came to the realization they knew where nothing was. Were they lost? They couldn't tell. Somehow, they found themselves in the music and theater wing. [color=#e88181][b]“I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!"[/b][/color] Stella giggly joked, gripping onto her sister's hand tighter. Being in a place that she didn’t know made her nervous, but she was pretty good at hiding the fact that she was panicky. People were staring at them! All they were doing was walking down the halls, aimlessly, trying to find Trixie, who would be at Owen's locker. They were just girls! Walking. Why did their stares give her shivers? Some dude even whistled. It was [i]ew[/i].

[color=86c5da][b]"We should ask someone how to get to our... destination."[/b][/color] Luna was calm, composed, and unlike her sister, she was aware of the eyes and why. Two cute blondes no one's seen before besides probably Stella's instagram? Yeah. It made sense they'd catch eyes. They were hot. And yet, only one twin knew that. 

The hallway they were in was kind of deserted. There probably wasn't any classes in this area yet… they should [i]definitely[/i] turn back. 

[color=#e88181][b]“Oh this room has a piano! I want to play!"[/b][/color] Stella released her sister's hand and ran into a music room. Luna tried to grab her sister's wrist, but was too late. Fucking shit. This girl could never focus. 

[color=86c5da][b][i]Lordy, give me the strength to not leave her behind.[/i][/b][/color] 

[i][color=997fdb]This place is a wasteland…[/color][/i] Marshall thought grimly, staring at the glaring white walls of the practice room. He was lying on the floor in the middle of the room. He didn’t know how long he’d been in here, but his eyes had run out of tears a while ago, and now he just felt kind of… numb. Numb was probably good. Marsh was an excellent actor, he could get through the day smiling even when his insides felt hollowed out, now that he was sure that he was done being pathetic. He just had to make it through class, and then he could go home and pour his heart out to his mom, or his sister, or both. Maybe neither. Whatever…

The drama king stood up and left the practice room in silence. There wasn’t anyone in the instrument locker room, which was an ideal state. He heard a piano being played from the music room off to the right. It was being played badly, if he was being honest. Curious, he poked his head into the doorway to see who it was — probably some freshman or something. 

A random freshman, it was not. Was that... Stella… in BHHS? [color=997fdb][b]“Stell? … what are you [i]doing[/i] here?”[/b][/color] Marshall sounded confused and, having not yet spoken since his fit of misery, his voice still had the thickness of a person who had just spent a lot of time crying.

[i]Clank. Clank. Clank.[/i] [color=#e88181][b]“Oh my god, MarMar!”[/b][/color] Stella pulled away from the piano super duper happy to see her cousin’s gay friend. She’d say gay best friend, but she thinks Jamie is more Trixie’s gbf… they spend way more time together. [color=#e88181][b]“I’m so happy to see you!”[/b][/color] After clapping with contagious excitement, she crashed into the sad boy. 

From behind her, appeared Luna, who was annoyed, irritated, frustrated, not having Stella's shit today. She acknowledged the welcoming sight of Marshall with a sigh of relief. Her expression lightened up when she saw someone they knew. Thank goodness. [color=86c5da][b]"Oh, cool, Marshall. A fantastic person to stumble upon!”[/b][/color] 

[color=#e88181][b]“Were my piano skills snazzy? I’m so snazzy.”[/b][/color] Stella rambled, before she looked at the boy’s eyes and came to a daunting realization. Her expression switched from overly bubbly to tragically doleful, [color=#e88181][b]“Are you okay? What happened? Did someone bully you? Do I need to send Trixie on their butts?”[/b][/color]

Luna came closer, with an equally concerned look, and lightly brushed her fingers on his cheek,  [color=86c5da][b]"Not even makeup can hide that. Want to talk about it?”[/b][/color]

[color=997fdb][b]“Not really… I’m just… I think I need to move back to New York.”[/b][/color] Marshall sighed and looked from one ridiculously pretty blonde to the other. His gaze settled on Luna, whose fingers were still on his cheek. Marsh leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. [color=997fdb][b]“Is it really that bad? I probably look hideous…”[/b][/color] He pouted.

[color=86c5da][b]"Oh hush.”[/b][/color] [color=#e88181][b]“You’re beautiful!”[/b][/color] [color=86c5da][b]"You’re not moving.”[/b][/color] [color=#e88181][b]“We’d miss you!”[/b][/color] [color=86c5da][b]"We know just what you need.”[/b][/color] [color=#e88181][b]“HELP US FIND OWEN’S LOCKER.”[/b][/color] 

Marshall’s eyes widened in shock. Or fear? Truly, a little of both. [color=997fdb][b]“What? Why? Is that why you’re here? … you’re not gonna like… trash it or something, are you? Because, I really don’t recommend that these days.”[/b][/color]

The twins released Marshall and changed their position to where they were both latching onto one of his arms, like some accessories. [color=#e88181][b]“Trixie is there. We need the Trixie.”[/b][/color] 

[color=86c5da][b]"Find Trixie, then we are taking both of you on an adventure. A spa adventure.”[/b][/color] Luna’s stare gleamed, as her lips rose into an impish smirk. 

[color=#e88181][b]“We won’t take no for an answer! We will [i]literally[/i] kidnap you.”[/b][/color] Stella stuck her tongue out, pushing it as far as she could (she had such colorful expressions). 

Guiding these girls to Owen’s locker? After his conversation with Owen this morning? After finding out that he decked Jam— Marshall’s stomach felt like it took a direct hit. [i]Fuck[/i]... Fuck it, sure, why not? What’s the worst that could happen now? At the mention of a potential spa adventure, a hint of light colored Marshall’s eyes for the first time in their conversation thus far. That… sounded [i]perfect[/i]. [color=997fdb][b]“Oh, I will sooo gladly be taken. I’m yours, girls. Let’s find Trix!”[/b][/color]
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[indent]Forlorn. Beatrix may have lost track of time. Owen’s locker was still open and she had placed the shoebox in it, on top of his day planner, which she did write in... a little note... it doesn't matter... but she couldn’t help but stare at the face down frame, hidden under the books. She had given that to him after six months of dating. It was a picture of them on the grass, enjoying the sun, their first summer together. A selfie she had him take because he had longer arms. 

[color=#e88181][b]“Youhooooo!”[/b][/color] 

With the sound of Stella, Trixie’s eyes widened and her face flushed. Quickly, she shut Owen’s locker, turned his lock with one fluid movement, and then brought her attention to her cousins, [color=15603A][b]“Oh hey!”[/b][/color] Her eyes immediately went to the boy at the center of a twin sandwich. Yepp. Her cheeks would show color for sure now. 

This was just like them. Her cousins [i]would[/i] obtain the first person they recognized. Playing it off like she wasn’t just in her ex’s locker, she waved at her friend, [color=15603A][b]“I see you two have brought MarMar.”[/b][/color] 

[color=#e88181][b]“Of course we did! He is sad potato. So we decided to make him ours today.”[/b][/color] Stella admitted, while googly eyeing her sister to confirm the facts. Luna rolled her eyes and nodded. Facts confirmed. Marshall is sad.

[color=15603A][b]“Oh?”[/b][/color] Trixie locked her gaze with Marshall’s. 

[color=997fdb][b]“It’s true, they rescued me from despair with the promise of heavenly spa treats!”[/b][/color] Marshall exclaimed with a smirk in token dramatic fashion. Atta boy Marsh, just bury the bad feels with thespian tricks and misdirection. He noticed her blushing, and recognized the journalist’s story-hungry gaze, and met both things with disregard. At least within the gossiping halls of BHHS, they could have a mutual agreement of “I won’t ask, if you don’t.”

Easily, Trixie got the picture. She was observant like that, hence why she knew when Owen was on the verge of exploding. She was good at reading people, even people who kept things bottled in, like Owen, or used acting to hide their problems, like Marshall. [color=15603A][b]“Seems like we have ourselves our very own superheroes.”[/b][/color] 

[color=#e88181][b]“Stella and Luna saves the day! We kick sadness out the door and now it's our job to transform you two and make ya' sparkle!”[/b][/color] Trixie nodded along with Stella’s words. Sometimes she wondered about that one… but you know what was more amusing than her silly cousin? The sight of Marshall having two hot babes on his arms. What a sight to see. If only she could take a picture.

[color=86c5da][b]"Okay. Mom is going to kill us if she doesn’t get breakfast in her tummy soon. So… let’s walk and talk. [i]Multitasking[/i], people.”[/b][/color] Luna sassed, having allowed everyone to talk for far too long. Their ten minutes had run out five minutes ago, and she could feel her phone vibrating in her pant’s pocket. 

Mama was hungry.
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