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[color=slategray][sub][@Universorum] and [@Lovely Complex]
Location: The Lyon’s Den → Captain Cuddles
Featuring: [color=a52521][b]Owen “No Notifications!” Lyon[/b][/color] and [color=dc143c][b]Kylie “All I Own is Fuck Me Dresses” Lyon[/b][/color][/sub][/color]
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[indent]This was tragically hopeless! In her too big for words walk-in closet, Kylie Lyon was scrambling through a pile of shoes. The pile of shoes wasn’t originally there, but after a half hour, her once so neat closet turned into a junkyard. Cluttered and hardly anywhere to walk. Was she too [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/41/11/4a/41114a40004d8973bc6653dfd5fe78c2.jpg]dressed[/url] up for her date with her son? If she was, she didn’t care. She looked good and felt good (its been a while since her son took her out), plus she wasn’t in the mood for a maxi dress or something too conservative and boring. This dress spoke to her. Black, sophisticated, sexy. The only problem was she couldn’t decide which red shoe to wear. Such unfortunate circumstances. [color=dc143c][b]“Daddy! I can’t decide between this [url=https://data.whicdn.com/images/148838715/large.jpg]one[/url] or [url=https://8e4797397d8965b47c0d-81dec1d337bf59d1f8a5fe733eb14928.ssl.cf2.rackcdn.com/product-hugerect-482437-157685-1428309051-f3a53875b53eec1852136b234bd0e6a0.jpg]this one[/url] OR [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a7/24/ce/a724ced91cfa19b2b12c80cc824ac232--suede-platform-pumps-red-platform.jpg]this one[/url]!”[/b][/color] With all three left shoes in her arms, she displayed them for her husband, who was sitting on the lounge couch within her closet.  

Troy often wondered if he’d know the difference between high heels and pumps if it weren’t for Kylie. He considered himself to be very masculine, and the fact that he not only knew the difference between different kinds of shoes, but knew the difference between different [i]brands[/i] was just a testament to how fantastic of a husband he was. He had learned long ago that ‘just call Belle’ wasn’t the response Kylie was looking for when she asked for opinions on an outfit. In fact, that seemed to do nothing but make her cry and make him look like an asshole who didn’t care if she looked good or not. So, like any man would do, Troy had went (reluctantly) to Sofia, Belle, and a few of the other women within close reach to him, and had learned about fashion.

If any of his friends or family knew, they’d probably endlessly harass him for being gay, or worse, [i]girly[/i].

But, this was his life. Besides, Kylie often gave him not so subtle hints about what she [i]actually[/i] wanted; she just wanted affirmation from Daddy that it was a good choice. [color=3545c4][b]“The Christian Louboutin's would look best with that dress, baby.”[/b][/color] Troy said, smiling warmly at her.

[color=dc143c][b]“I couldn’t agree more, love!”[/b][/color] After placing the unwanted expensive shoes ungracefully in the pile of other unwanted expensive shoes, Kylie took a seat beside Troy and started putting on her shoes. Their son was waiting for her downstairs. He had already sent three texts asking her what was taking so long. 

BEAUTY TAKES TIME, OWEN. 

[color=dc143c][b]“I’m so excited! It's been over a century since he’s asked me out. This means he’s getting better, which also means he’ll stay home and not leave me again.”[/b][/color] Projecting her emotions at her husband, she slipped on her last shoe. Her gorgeous, red hair styled to perfection, ends with a little curl to them, draped down, curtaining her face from her lover.

[color=3545c4][b]“I hope so. I’m sick of my gym smelling like depression… I hope you guys have a good time, love. Really, I do. The kid’s gonna be alright… I think you made a good call by telling me not to punish him for getting suspended. I guess I can’t really punish him for his classmates being assholes. All of my friends were assholes, I did okay. Go on now, get outta here before Ty and JJ show up.”[/b][/color] Troy said, leaning around to kiss her on the cheek.

Just when his face was near her, her shoe secure and on her foot, she turned her head and pressed her red coated lips on his. Lovingly. Passionately. With a tad bit of heat. She kissed her big man for a long, very long, second before releasing him and playfully grinning, [color=dc143c][b]“I know who you could punish later.”[/b][/color] Winking at her husband, she stood up, brushed her dress for any noticeable wrinkles, her divine ass inches away from his face, before turning on her heel slowly. Troy smiled to himself and rolled his eyes, having a good idea of who he could punish later too. Reaching out a lazy hand, Troy smacked her on the rear, more of a love tap than anything — but a sign of what was to come later that night. 

Pouting after his love tap, she was totally prepared to over exaggerate and do a cute ‘owie’, but instead she huffed,  [color=dc143c][b]“It better be harder tonight or no lovin’ for you, mister!”[/b][/color] Now facing him, she backed out of her closet and giggled,  [color=dc143c][b]“Love you forever~”[/b][/color] 

[color=3545c4][b]“Love you always.”[/b][/color] Came the ever present reply.[/indent]
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[indent]Owen was patiently waiting impatiently for his mother to come downstairs so that they could go about their night together. Honestly, he was excited for it. He hadn’t spent much time with his mom in a while, and he enjoyed it when they did. This would give them some time to catch up, and Owen would have a reason to not be at the night’s party, something he very much needed after the events of the last party. Owen shook his head and pulled out his phone, looking at the two or three texts he had from Damian and Henry, both asking where he was, or if he was coming. Owen, in a way just like his father, chose to ignore all of these.

[color=a52521][b]“Hey, do me a favor and block all notifications for the night. I don’t want to be bothered tonight.”[/b][/color] He said to his Assistant, who quickly replied.

[color=4ed3a2][b]“What, [i]all[/i] of them? [i]Even[/i] the high priority ones?”[/b][/color]

[color=a52521][b]“Yes all of them! I said it, didn’t I?”[/b][/color] Owen demanded, while slipping his phone into his pocket.

[color=4ed3a2][b]“Alright dude,”[/b][/color] the Assistant replied, blocking the first notification of the night: a Snapchat from Trixie; who was at the top of the priority list, as far as notifications go. But, hey, orders were orders.

Kylie’s heels could be heard from upstairs and soon enough, she was sauntering down with her sexy date night dress on, more appropriate for her husband than her son. [color=dc143c][b]“Pumpkin, I’m ready!!”[/b][/color] Approaching him like she was on a runaway, when she neared her son she fiercely twirled, displaying her dress, [color=dc143c][b]“You like? Your father helped me pick it out!”[/b][/color] All with intention. After the date, it was inevitable that Kylie would return to her husband. 

Owen shook his head, but smiled. In normal families, it may have been strange behavior, but the reality was this was just the kind stuff he’d grown up with. Maybe that’s why he and his sister were so fucked in the head… [color=a52521][b]“You look great, I’m sure dad loves it. So, I was thinking we’d go get dinner, and then watch a movie? Or… we can reverse those.”[/b][/color] Owen said, walking over to his mother and offering her his arm.

Yeah, they were gonna be on the front page of tabloids tomorrow. Oh well.
[color=dc143c][b]“Knowing me I’d be a fatass and eat popcorn until I puke, so to prevent that… dinner sounds like a splendid idea. What did you have in mind?”[/b][/color] She graciously and tenderly grabbed her son’s arm, allowing him to lead the way. Tonight she was finally having bonding time with her son. She missed this. She missed him. 

Owen nodded and led her out of the house and toward his car, parked in front of their beautiful home and to his equally beautiful car. Rather than let go of her and get into his seat, Owen instead took her to the passenger’s side, opening the door for her and helping her into the car. Then, he got in on the driver’s side and started the beast. [color=a52521][b]“I was thinking we’d just go to Captain Cuddles — they’re still open, and I know you like pizza. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Dad.”[/b][/color] Owen teased, smiling over at her before he shifted the vehicle into gear and pulled away from the house.

Her heart was fluttering. Her boy was doing everything a gentleman was suppose to do and as a result, her pride skyrocketed. He opened her door, helped her into her seat, planned their date around what she liked. As a seasoned gamer girl back in the day, pizza was her life. Then she got in a committed relationship and Troy was concerned for her health, so she had to cut down on a lot. Like pizza and mountain dew and ice cream. For someone who ate like a pig, she was blessed with a fast metabolism, but now that was older, she had to be careful. If she lost her shape, the magazines would go crazy. For as long as they could remember, she was presented to the world as one of the hottest celebs known to date, aside from the models in her family. Tonight would be a cheat night. [color=dc143c][b]“Pizza sounds wonderful, Pumpky.”[/b][/color] She glanced over at him as he drove, a soft smile appearing on her face. She had a motherly stare that spoke volumes. That said "You are my world." Her family, her son, was everything to her. [color=dc143c][b]“Your dad will find out, you know he will. He always does, but that’s okay. I can [i]handle[/i] him just fine. If you know what I mean.”[/b][/color] She gave her son a playful wink and ended her comment with a lighthearted giggle.

At that, Owen rolled his eyes. Yes, he knew exactly what she meant — but he wasn’t [i]that[/i] interested in his parents’s sex life. [color=a52521][b]“Yeah, I guess I do. You know, I still haven’t told him about the gym. Grandpa did a good job, I think he cleaned it up well enough that Dad wouldn’t even notice… But he kinda has a sixth sense about that place. So he probably already knows.”[/b][/color] Owen said, shrugging as he turned onto the highway, [color=a52521][b]“so anyway, how are you? Have you done anything cool since the last time we hung out?”[/b][/color]

[color=dc143c][b]“I don’t know if this would be considered cool, but somehow your sister ended up in Las Vegas and needed me to come pick her up. This was... three weeks ago? I asked grandma if I could use her card so your father and grandpa would stay in the dark about this one.”[/b][/color] Kylie nervously laughed, before thinking back of anything ‘cool’ that has happened these past months. The cold era. Her days have been filled with sorrow and gloom because Owen had been distant with her ever since the break up. If she was being honest with herself, it was hard to think of the good. She was downright miserable without her son, who use to tell her everything. 

Plus, she was still on ‘meh’ terms with her father for giving her son that god awful tattoo. [color=dc143c][b]“Oh! Belle and I went to this huge black and white party recently. Big names and a lot of people judging each other behind fake smiles.  The usual. That’s sorta cool!”[/b][/color] She paused and shook her head, not agreeing with her recent comment at all, [color=dc143c][b]“Eh-hem. Not really. I’m getting too old to have exciting adventures...”[/b][/color] Living it Up with the Lyons, woo! 

[color=a52521][b]“That’s actually like the antithesis of cool? Those kinds of party suck — I hope I don’t have to be famous… Like, [i]actually[/i] be famous, because it seems exhausting. People are super judgey. Let’s see… I got dumped by Trixie because of a lie that I’m pretty sure my own cousin started, which led to a downward spiral of my only friend no longer being my friend. Then I was asked to be part of the Elite with Damian, and Trevor, and Henry. Henry isn’t [i]part[/i] of it, though, he’s just a consultant and he made a big deal out of it. Anyway, we threw a big party to make Hailey, Trixie, and Ophelia look shitty, and like it kinda worked. But at the party they showed up and picked a fight with me and Lia called me autistic so I flipped out and then Marshall stepped up and I was gonna put him down, but I didn’t because some blonde guy got in my face, then kissed me like some kind of fucking faggot.”[/b][/color] Owen paused, briefly, to take a quick breath. [color=a52521][b]“Then after that it was all for not because Joy showed up with red hair and I guess that turns Damian into a carnal, primal, horny dude because he made me let everyone inside so he could hit on her. Last I saw, they were making out and heading upstairs. Then they hooked up [i]again[/i] while she was babysitting the little dude — and by the way? Damian is probably balls deep inside of her right now, just so you know. Your daughter is getting the Alpha dick so that’s either good or bad, depending on your perspective — then Jamie showed up to the gym and I beat his lil gay ass, and if he shows up again I’ll stomp his fucking face in till he [i]can’t[/i] get back up. Then, today, I got in a fight with three assholes who were beating Jamie up for being homo and I can’t let that stand, so I beat the shit out of them and then guess what? I got fucking suspended for it.”[/b][/color]

Owen paused and ran a hand through his hair, thinking if there was anything else. [color=a52521][b]“Oh, yeah. Then, Brian decided that he was gonna be on the morning show and said that he and his sisters are throwing a party on their boat, which I didn’t go to because I’m not going to anymore parties ever again. But they threw that party because I think Brian hates the Weekend Warrior now. Anyway, that’s my week. It wasn’t [i]cool[/i], but I guess it’s been exciting. Wow, it feels a lot better to get all of that off of my chest...”[/b][/color]

So many words. So many happenings. Kylie’s head was spinning, trying to digest every detail as fast as she could. Scanning through all the new intel, she back tracked, raising an eyebrow, [color=dc143c][b]“Which cousin? We have a large, very large family.”[/b][/color]

[color=a52521][b]“That super cunt Ophelia.”[/b][/color]

The concern and stress was visible on Kylie’s face now. [color=dc143c][b]“Why? What does she gain from destroying your relationship with Trixie?”[/b][/color] 

[color=a52521][b]“Hailey’s call. Hailey doesn’t like me because I told her to stop bullying someone that she had no reason to bully, so she didn’t want me to be a part of their friend group anymore. Because I told her what’s what. So, she took Trixie away from me.”[/b][/color]

[color=dc143c][b]“And Ophelia… went along with it?”[/b][/color] Kylie was in disbelief. Was high school ever this bad for her and her friends? The only real problems any of them had was Jude getting constantly bullied for being transgender,  but Troy dealt with her bullies accordingly. Well, there was also that period where Troy stopped protecting the school because he didn’t feel appreciated and everything went to shit. But still. BHHS sounds like it has turned for the worst.  

[color=a52521][b]“Turns out, Ophelia’s a bit of a psycho. Or, Hailey is just that scary and demanding. Could go either way, I’m not sure.”[/b][/color]

[color=dc143c][b]“Crazy isn’t so far fetch from someone who looks up to Belle… but the latter could also be true, Hailey has a lot of all her parents in her.”[/b][/color] Kylie pouted at the thought that Lia ruined a relationship. Ruined her son’s relationship. Wasn’t she the Queen of Candyland? Neither Belle or Molly would be pleased with the results of their legacy. She’d have to make sure to update her girls about the potential end of their organization. Shaking her head in disappointment, she replayed his words from earlier and went to the next subject, [color=dc143c][b]“No one died, right? At the party? You don’t know anything else about the blonde guy that kissed you? Why did he kiss you? Trixie didn’t get hurt did she?”[/b][/color] So much to discuss, so little time. 

[color=a52521][b]“Trixie is fine, as far as I can tell. Hailey had her falling down drunk though, I was so heated. Everyone just lets her fall down, but no one but me helps her back up. He kissed me because he got in my face to stop me from hitting Marshall, and I spun around I got in his face and told him he’d better hit me or kiss me. He kissed me. He’s Selena’s brother, I think?”[/b][/color]

[color=dc143c][b]“Sean’s back? That’s nice. I didn’t know that.”[/b][/color] Kylie smiled to herself. Truth be told, she’s changed the Sterling twins diapers in the past, but that has long passed. Kids grow up and people become distant with one another. She hasn’t seen Cassie in awhile. [color=dc143c][b]“You know Trixie is related to him, right?”[/b][/color] 

[color=a52521][b]“I mean, I do now. Jesus, is everyone related to everyone? I’m not related to Trixie, am I? Because if I am, then I’m sorry mom — but incest is the best, and I’ll keep puttin’ a cousin to the test.”[/b][/color] Owen said, chuckling to himself.

[color=dc143c][b]“No, you’re in the clear. I know. Family is everywhere. I actually met Cassie, Selena and Sean’s mother, because of Trixie’s mom. It’s hard to keep track of who’s related with who, but I would’ve let you know years ago if you were related to Trixie!”[/b][/color] Honestly, she was proud she remembered some of these relations. As a celebrity, you meet A LOT of people. [color=dc143c][b]“I’m getting distracted.”[/b][/color] Intentionally, Kylie went over all things Joy, because she was the enabler and the one that dyed her hair… she was the one at fault. Next subject! [color=dc143c][b]“Why do you hate Jamie so much?”[/b][/color] 

[color=a52521][b]“He’s snakey and wants to use Trixie as a springboard to get what he wants. Also, he does whatever Hailey wants, and I don’t appreciate that. And he came to the gym and was digging in my personal business — dad taught me to never allow that or take it lying down. So naturally, I hate him. I can’t stand people who use others...”[/b][/color] Owen explained, shrugging his shoulders in response.

[color=dc143c][b]“What about Trixie? Hasn’t she made you feel used? She didn’t hear you out. You can blame everyone else for her believing the lie, but she still believed the lie. She convinced herself you didn’t love her anymore and then tossed you to the side.”[/b][/color] Kylie wasn’t completely for Trixie since she did hurt her boy to the point that he closed himself off to his mama. It would take some time for his first love to earn her forgiveness. Hmpf. 

[color=a52521][b]“She did, and she’s at fault too. Dad also taught me that you forgive, you just never forget. Trixie made a mistake, but she’s just scared. Of stupid shit, but still scared. Once I get to talk to her, and get to tell her my side, then I think things will be okay. I wasn’t ready to forgive her, in fact I was ready to abandon all hope, and I gave her all her stuff back, but then she left some stuff back in my locker… Mom, we’re kids. We’re not perfect, and everyone makes mistake. Trixie has years of my life and time to give me reason to give her a second chance — Jamie doesn’t. All I know about Jamie is he sucks and Scott hates his sister. And AJ, who I also kinda don’t like, fucked him.”[/b][/color]

[color=dc143c][b]“Stuff? What stuff did she leave in your locker? And, so..."[/b][/color] Kylie paused and asked the question she actually wanted to hear the answer to, [color=dc143c][b]“She still loves you?”[/b][/color] 

[color=a52521][b]“A bunch of stuff. The ring I gave her, some of her… clothes, her chapstick… just, stuff. She’s keeping my stuff, too. She has my jacket and some of my other things too.”[/b][/color]

[color=dc143c][b]“And the answer to the last question?”[/b][/color] Kylie observed her son’s expression, contemplating his wisdom and how strong he was. She supposed she didn’t have much right to talk. The beginning of her and Troy’s relationship was rough. Loud and constant yelling, neither unyielding, but over time they grew out of that. They started to realize what actually mattered.   

[color=a52521][b]“Yes, I think she does.”[/b][/color] Owen said with a smile and a nod, [color=a52521][b]“I really do. I won’t know until we get to talk, but I think she does right now.”[/b][/color]

Having not looked away from him this entire time, she brought her hand to his hair and gently ran her fingers through it, [color=dc143c][b]“I’m amazed you’re my son.”[/b][/color] There was small hope for him that he could get back with his first love. That’s all he needed to know to persevere. She could see him learning from everything he’s been through. No more will he digress. No. Her baby was ready to handle his business and she couldn’t help but be proud of him. [color=dc143c][b]“Thank you. For sharing all this with me. We haven’t talked like this in what seems like forever.”[/b][/color] 

Owen nodded as he pulled into the parking lot of Captain Cuddles and threw up his door, [color=a52521][b]“hey, so I noticed you chose not to address that stuff I said about Joy, and I’d really prefer it if you did.”[/b][/color] He said, stepping out of the car and over to her side, opening the door for her. [color=a52521][b]“I figured if I added in some of her, maybe you’d like… judge her a bit too.”[/b][/color] Owen explained, holding out a hand to help her out of the vehicle.

What’s there to judge when she was the one that caused all those actions with Joy and Damian to transpire? [color=dc143c][b]“Let’s save it… talk about it over pizza?”[/b][/color] Kylie gave her son a guilty grin. Ugh. She was going to get in trouble, especially if word got to Jude and Ender.[/indent]