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[sub][color=dimgray][b]Time:[/b] Early, Thursday morning. 
[b]Collab with:[/b] [@Hey Im Jordan] as [color=708090][b]Alyssa Green[/b][/color] and [@Bee] as [color=dodgerblue][b]Justin Quentin[/b][/color][/color][/sub]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/FZFRiEt.png?1[/img][/center][indent]Finally, after fifteen hours and change, Cyndi Green and her Butler arrived in front of the Green Castle, 5am in the morning. She wondered if all her parents were up. She knew her mommy was definitely up, since Alyssa lived and breathed her job. She was one of the most prominent business magnates — there was no time for sleep. Daddy, he was a wildcard, but Cyndi decided to assume he was snuggling with Tia Julie. Her mama was a fifty/fifty chance of being up depending on her restless mind that caused her to stay up, spending endless hours in the studio, making new music, or simply playing the piano until she passed out. That happened more often than you could imagine and there have been many times when one of the butlers, which it use to be Alyssa’s Butler’s job before he retired, had to carry Eve to the master bedroom. Or daddy would simply do it. Well actually, ever since Hailey was born, daddy preferred to be the only one to do it. The only times he didn’t was when he wasn’t around. 

Evelyn was a wonderful mama, always trying to play the peacemaker between Alyssa and daddy, or Alyssa and Henry. But, she’s come a long way with being able to actually care for herself and a family for that matter. Becoming a mother was the best thing that could happen to Eve, because as an abused child star that found happiness with a Green, it gave her three reasons to better herself and not succumb to the demons of her past. As for Cyndi’s eldest sister, Hailey didn’t need someone to watch over her, especially not Eve, and rarely was caught in messes, even if she was the mastermind behind plenty of mishaps at school. 

Then there was the littlest Green. Cyndi wasn’t one for anyone to worry about, but that was primarily because she was a Goody-Two-Shoes. She didn’t want to disappoint her mommy, so of course, she had to be prim and proper. The perfect Green princess. Not necessarily for entrepreneur reasons, like Hailey was fully capable of, or even for charming reasons, like Henry, who was an amazing people person. She was the obedient one. She did what she was told. She didn’t stray away from the path paved for her, which was one day to be a starlet, managed by her mommy. At the core of it all? She was just pure. A cinnamon roll. 

Cyndi had been caught in a daze during the entirety of the car ride when her Butler’s voice broke her out of it: [color=#99badd][b]"Hey, head in. You need sleep, we got another big day ahead of us. Cyndi’s big return! I won’t go over your schedule for next week until Saturday. For now, don’t worry ‘bout a thing.”[/b][/color] As per usual, Xander would take care of her luggage. Yawning widely, she nodded at her Butler. She couldn’t wait to get to her bed. That bed she’s missed for so long. Exiting out of the black car, she shuffled her way down the path, up the stairs, and to the big doors that would lead to her home. The moment she reached the door, it opened automatically. 

From the nearby dining area, there was the soft sound of music playing. The source of it, of course, was Alyssa Green’s laptop, from where the woman was working on a project summary she was meant to present to a board. They were absorbing yet another company in the next week, which would hopefully increase their revenue a bit more, though she did look up when she heard the door opening, realizing who it was. [color=708090][b]“Cyndi? Come here.”[/b][/color] Alyssa’s voice wasn’t raised particularly loudly, but the only people who didn’t snap to it when she spoke were people whose time on this green earth was short.

Without much of a fight, she loved her mommy too much, Cyndi walked with her feathery dancer feet and made her way into the room where the woman of the house waited for her. Playing with her long, artificially blonde hair, Cyndi beamed, [color=f7e98e][b]“Hi, mommy.”[/b][/color] She waited to be given permission to hug her, since she didn’t want to disturb too much of her mother’s work.  [color=f7e98e][b]“Another big project?”[/b][/color] The princess inquired.

[color=708090][b]“Yes. I have to build something worth leaving to you and your siblings, after all. All I ever do is big projects,”[/b][/color] She stepped off of the seat she was sitting on and wrapped her arms around Cyndi and placed a kiss atop her youngest child’s head. [color=708090][b]“I also have to make sure that Min-seo can stay, despite her exchanged student… coming home. It’s turning out to be a pain… I might just buy the company that arranged it.”[/b][/color] She shook her head and had a brief look on annoyance on her face, though it faded quickly after.

[color=f7e98e][b]“I’m sorry for causing you trouble…”[/b][/color] Cyndi apologized to her mother. Looking up to her, with her big, innocent eyes, she added,  [color=f7e98e][b]“I just wanted to come home. I missed you.”[/b][/color] She missed a lot of things, but she missed her mommy the most. Not wanting to seem too pitiful, she tried to change the course of the conversation,  [color=f7e98e][b]“Has Min enjoyed herself here?”[/b][/color] Cyndi had no idea the impact Min has had on her brother. Not yet at least. 

[color=708090][b]“Min-seo and your brother are under the impression that they love each other. I doubt it will last, and I intend to have a private meeting with Min-seo to discuss it. Evelyn is allowing them to sleep in the same room — I protested but was shut down by a tag team of my bastard half-brother and your mother.”[/b][/color] Alyssa scowled, and took a seat back down at her chair, taking a sip from the steaming mug of coffee beside her.

With the word love coming into the air, Cyndi thought about the concept, wondering its depth, and whether or not her brother was actually in love. Stepping closer to her mother’s seat, Cyndi continued to play with her hair, as she asked,  [color=f7e98e][b]“How do you know? When you’re in love?”[/b][/color] It was late, or well early, and usually this time of day was when philosophical questions came into Cyndi’s mind.

[color=708090][b]“It’s different for everyone. I knew I was in love with your mother when we spent an entire day together, and at some point I forgot I invited her over to fuck.”[/b][/color] Another sip of the coffee — and Alyssa shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t think much about what she was saying, it was mostly true. She’d watch her brother have the same effect on Evelyn, too. [color=708090][b]“I don’t know if Henry’s really in love, though I suppose if he is, I can use the threat of sending Min-seo home against him.”[/b][/color]

[color=f7e98e][b]“I see.”[/b][/color] And it was this response that would instill fear in Cyndi whenever she would cross that bridge with someone. When she would hopefully fall in love. [color=f7e98e][b][i]If he’s happy, then I’m happy for him.[/i][/b][/color] Cyndi thought to herself, before giving her dimpled smile, [color=f7e98e][b]“I should probably go to bed. Try to get some sleep if you can, mommy. I love you.”[/b][/color] Staying in place, Cyndi waited to be dismissed. 

[color=708090][b]“Sleep is for people who don’t run empires.”[/b][/color] She leaned over and kissed Cyndi on the forehead, [color=708090][b]“good night, princess.”[/b][/color]

[color=f7e98e][b]“Night-night.”[/b][/color] With that, Cyndi turned on her heel and tiptoed upstairs, to her bedroom. As she made her way to her room, Xander went into the dining area to give his boss an update, as protocol. Butlers were the eyes and ears for the sovereign of the house. 

Closing the door behind her, Cyndi took a deep breath in. She was home, at last. With hurry, she stripped, including her undergarments, and threw on a [url=https://shop.r10s.jp/bemagical/cabinet/item4/4919056061558_1.jpg]Winnie the Pooh[/url] nightgown. Placing her phone on her nightstand, she then grabbed her hairbrush. Sitting down on her bed, Cyndi softly brushed her long strands. Stroke after stroke. If only she was a natural blonde, then she would look just like mommy. The short conversation with her mother replayed in her head, especially about love. Cyndi would be lying if she said she didn’t want to know how it felt. To be truly and deeply in love. Then all her love songs would have soul. She would sing like her mama. Her eyes trailed from the ground to her phone. For a moment, she contemplated her next actions and sucked the bottom of her lip. Would he be up? Would it be rude to… message him? 

Stroke, stroke. 

Even if he didn’t get back to her this very moment, he could when he woke up! Yeah! It was worth a try. No guy had ever showed interest in her. Scooting on her bed, closer to her nightstand, she traded her hairbrush for her phone, and opened Instagram up. First, before she decided to message him, she decided to explore his pictures. After a couple of moments of just… looking at him, she mustered the courage to initiate another conversation. Not really knowing how successful it would be. 

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“...hi.”[/b][/color][/quote]

Hi? Just hi? She didn’t know what to say! Well it was a start. A start was always good. First, he needed to respond. Or not. And she’d force herself to go to bed. 

Justin was deep asleep, the burdens of life temporarily off of him as he was whisked off to dreamland. Footballs were flying all over the place in his dream. He was dreaming about playing in the big leagues, underneath the spotlight as everyone was calling his name. Justin Quentin! Justin Quentin! He was playing in the Super Bowl… and all eyes were on him as he lead the team to a potentially game winning drive with mere seconds on the clock.

As soon the ball left his dream-self’s hand, he was immediately yanked out of his dream with the violent vibration of his phone. Jerking wide awake, a jolt was sent through his body as his phone lit up. [color=dodgerblue][b]”Jesus…”[/b][/color] Justin murmured, rubbing his face as he grabbed his phone. Who was texting him at this time in the morning? He had to know. Upon opening his phone… his mood suddenly took a turn for the better.

It was Cyndi. Holy shit it was Cyndi. 

Looking at the DM, there was a goofy smirk on his face. Now the question of how to respond was on his mind. She just sent him a hi, and she initiated it, which was great. Now… how was he gonna follow that up? As simple as this seemed, it felt like he was doing rocket science. His fingers hovered above his screen, mulling over the potential reply. 

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)[/i][/center]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”Hey”[/b][/color][/quote]

Laying on her stomach, her legs swaying back and forth in the air, Cyndi’s eyes widened when he responded so quickly. He greeted her back! With a sudden serious face, she sped typed her next DMs: 

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“I’m back… and safe.”[/b][/color][/quote]

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“Did I wake you? I’m sorry!”[/b][/color][/quote]

Cyndi rolled in her bed, not wanting to spam him too much. Resting her phone on her chest, she waited, wondering when they would get pass the whole ‘chit chat’. Curiosity filled her warm soul. Who was this Justin Quentin? And what did he like about her? This was all so new and exciting! 

Did she wake him? Yeah, she kinda did. It was 5 AM in the morning right now. Who in their right mind was up at 5 AM besides the cutest girl on Earth and racoons (not like they were mutually exclusive though)? He was lying in his bed, holding his phone up in such a position where it could do some damage to his face if he were to drop it.

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)[/i][/center]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”Nah. It’s all good.”[/b][/color][/quote]

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)[/i][/center]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”...back from where tho? 🤔👀”[/b][/color][/quote]

Oh, okay. This was definitely new for her. He didn’t follow her like most people did. If anything, they both were starting with a complete blank slate. She knew nothing about him, besides football and that his instagram made him [i]really[/i] attractive and he knew nothing about her. 

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“Seoul. South Korea. I was part of the exchange program.”[/b][/color][/quote]

Tapping the phone on her chin, part of her wanted to go somewhere with this conversation, but she didn’t know what was appropriate in these circumstances. If there was anything her siblings were, it was bold and daring. Nodding to herself, she sat up once more and walked to her vanity mirror. Aiming her camera toward the mirror she took a quick picture of herself, but hid her face with the phone. Raw and unfiltered, she DM’ed the picture and added:
[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“Do you like Winnie the Pooh?”[/b][/color][/quote] 

Her flirt game was going to get somewhere. Maybe. At least she sent him a pic of her sleepy self! 

Seoul? What made Cyndi go all the way over there? Justin was curious, but he had a feeling that she didn’t really want to talk about that right now. Especially not with the latest thing that Cyndi had sent. His face turned super red. Damn… Justin was flummoxed. His smile somehow got a bit wider. Why wouldn’t it? Cyndi was super cute, after all.

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)[/i][/center]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”oh… bother. what a cutie 👀 ”[/b][/color][/quote]

Justin smirked, before trying to figure out how to follow up the photo. He wasn’t good at taking selfies, but he figured he should return the favor since Cyndi had sent one. Sitting up in his bed, he made one of those obligatory fuckboy-y poses in his bed, sticking up his hand in a “rocking” gesture before taking a pic and sending it off to Cyndi.

To his luck, Cyndi wasn’t educated in ‘fuck boy’ manners and patterns. Her reaction was something any young teenage girl would give when they saw something mighty attractive. She squirmed completely embarrassed, threw herself on her bed, and smothered her face into her pillow. Would her mother be disappointed in her? Probably.

 [quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“You’re the cute one!”[/b][/color][/quote] 

Did guys like being called cute? Maybe that wasn’t the exact term she wanted to use. Give him another compliment!

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“I like your eyes.”[/b][/color][/quote] 

Justin blushed again as Cyndi said he was cute. Man, he really liked that. It was making him feel fuzzy on the inside and he liked it. A sudden sense of warmth had filled him up as he looked over the texts from the cutest girl on Earth.

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)[/i][/center]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”Nah. You’re cuter. I know a cute girl when I see one.”[/b][/color][/quote]

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“You’re the cutest!”[/b][/color][/quote] 
Was this becoming a competition now? He was trying to out compliment her! 
[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“If I was so cute, you would’ve asked me out already xP”[/b][/color][/quote] 
Woah. Did she say that? She totally did. How was he going to react to that? Her eyes were glued to her phone. Tracing her finger on her comforter, she waited. Waiting sucked. 

Justin damn well nearly dropped his phone at the latest text he had just received. That had come as a HUGE shock to him. He didn’t know how to respond. But, he might as well have gone with the flow. It was pretty much the best way to go about things.

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)[/i][/center]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”... you down? You forreal?”[/b][/color][/quote]

Justin scratched his chin.

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)[/i][/center]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”how’s tonight for ya? ”[/b][/color][/quote]

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Cyndi Green (@cyndigreenofficial)[/i][/center]

[color=f7e98e][b]“Sounds great. Meet me at the front entrance of The Underground at 8PM. Don’t be late.”[/b][/color][/quote] 
And there was the Green in her. Demanding and decisive. If she wasn’t mistaken Thursday night at The Underground was ‘rap’ night. It’s been awhile since she frequented there. She actually preferred The Underground over Captain Cuddles, truthfully. That’s where people showed their talents. Feeling she ended their conversation on a hopeful note, she plugged her phone on it’s charger and placed it on her nightstand. It was time for her to get rest. She had a date later on that day. 

Grabbing her Eeyore teddy, she brought him close to her, brushed her face up against his soft fur, yawned for one last time, before closing her eyes. If there was one thing she didn’t want to come across as, it was needed, so she would stop their conversation there.

Holy SHIT she actually agreed to it. Maybe Justin should’ve thrown Hail Marys more often. Apparently he had a higher success rate with them than he’d thought.

[quote][center][i]MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Justin Quentin (@justinquentin6)[/i][/center]

[color=dodgerblue][b]”sounds good to me! see ya then ;) ”[/b][/color][/quote][/indent]