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[sub]A [@smarty0114] & [@Hey Im Jordan]  collab
Featuring: [color=bd3f6e]Becca Helmsley[/color] & [color=0598bc]Brian Helmsley[/color]
Location: Helmsley Manor[/sub][/center]
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Brian had to say, he was pretty freaking satisfied. So far, everything had just… worked out in his favor. He’d thrown a pretty successful party, sure. He’d worked things out with Hailey — sort of, he’d made a call. More importantly, and most annoyingly, he found himself stuck as the ‘producer’ of the Morning Show, which meant he had to work closely with Trixie. That, in and of itself, was frustrating, but he didn’t care [i]that[/i] much, he’d deal with it. All that [i]really[/i] mattered was that he’d gotten with Parker, finally.

And it was nice! It was mind-blowingly nice. They were happy together, and they’d went out together a few times now. Mostly to get ice cream, but it was the conversation and the way she was happy and so… relaxed compared to everyone else in his life that mattered. Brian was sure that Parker wasn’t the [i]smartest[/i] person on the block, but she was special in all the right ways.

He was happy, and that’s what was important. He was so happy, in fact, that he wasn’t sure about talking to Becca. She wanted something, he could tell that much, and the truth was… Brian just wasn’t interest. He didn’t want to be ‘in the game’ anymore, so to speak, he just wanted to relax and spend time with Parker, but… that wasn’t an option.

He took a sip from his water, and looked at Becca sitting across the table. 

Brian was right. Becca did want something. After her meeting with Principal Evans that morning, she’d gone full speed ahead with her campaign, and Brian and his show were another piece of the puzzle. Sure, he might not want to play the game any more, but she was his sister, and he loved her, in his own Brian way. She was pretty confident she’d come out of this meeting with something.

[color=bd3f6e][b]“Well, no need to pussy foot around this. I’m running for student body president, and I need your help,”[/b][/color] Becca said. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Now, as appealing as a state run media sounds to me, I’m perfectly willing to accept that you might disagree with me on that point. I just need some time on air, and maybe a couple of endorsements from your anchors. Easy,”[/b][/color] Becca said, grinning. 

Some things never changed. When was the last time one of the Helmsley Three reached out to just spend time with one another? It must have been at least four years ago; being teenagers had really changed them, and hardly for the better. She was really still on this, crusade? [color=0598bc][b]“Becca… Hailey’s gone, she quit. She took a step back, she officially debranded herself as the ‘Queen Bee,’ which, by the way, has always sounded like some kind of early 2000s movie title, and it’s… over. Why can’t it just be over?”[/b][/color] Brian paused, and took another drink from his cool, imported mountain spring water and shook his head. [color=0598bc][b]“How is there even an election for student body president? Shouldn’t Trixie be the one?”[/b][/color] The politics of BHHS were worse than the crisis in the Middle East sometimes…

Becca waved a hand in dismissal. If she hadn’t shared a womb with the kid, she’d be certain he wasn’t related to her. Just because Hailey gave up, didn’t mean Becca had to. The thought was almost laughable. [color=bd3f6e][b]“I pulled the money card on Principal Evans. It was actually really easy. Considering my last request was landing the helicopter on the football field, I think he was just happy that this one didn’t involve flying vehicles. I may or may not have made some comments about Trixie’s mental state leaving her unfit for the responsibilities of such a taxing job. Oh, and I forged a bunch of signatures on a petition. That’s not really important though,”[/b][/color] Becca said. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Hailey is gone, yes, but that doesn’t mean the game is over. If I don’t step up, someone else will.”[/b][/color]

[color=0598bc][b]“Are you [i]sure[/i] the game isn’t over? Because I’m pretty sure that you and Hailey? You were the only ones playing. With one person dropping out… fin. You’re done. Game. Over. Why do you want to drag it on further? Greed.”[/b][/color] Brian drank the rest of his water, and considered his options as he slowly sat the glass down. Of course, it wasn’t surprising. They were raised around the very [i]idea[/i] of greed, so it made sense that it was baked so heavily into Becca’s character. She wanted the power and control that Hailey had, and that Becca felt Hailey had never deserved. It was like watching a fucking TBS show play out before his very eyes. Truly, tragic. Forged signatures?

[color=0598bc][b]“I’m not sure I can have the show be so… openly biased. If someone else were to run against you, then… that wouldn’t be fair. I can give you five minutes on the next edition. Record it and post it to YouTube, that’s what I would do.”[/b][/color] Brian shrugged, and stared at the table in silence for a few moments, [color=0598bc][b]“when others announce their intent to run, I, along with Trixie and Riley, will produce and host a debate between the candidates. And, yes, Becca, despite what you may think… someone else in Beverly Hills High School will be just as greedy and lustful for power as you are.”[/b][/color]

[color=0598bc][b]“Is that all?”[/b][/color]

Five minutes and hosting a debate? It wasn’t everything she’d wanted, but to be fair, Brian was a more principled man than Michael Evans. She shouldn’t have expected him to play anything less than hardball. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Five minutes is stingy, but I’ll take it. Who could possibly be dumb enough to run against [i]me[/i]? I’m me!”[/b][/color] She stood up and walked around the table, leaning over and hugging Brian from behind. [color=bd3f6e][b]“When I’m SBP, you won’t regret this. I owe you lunch.”[/b][/color] Becca pulled away and paused. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Speaking of food, when are you bringing Parker around for what is sure to be the most interesting episode of Meet The Parents?”[/b][/color] Their parents were weird, or maybe insane, and Parker was equally weird, and/or insane. There was no way that went off without something exciting.

[color=0598bc][b]“If I have anything to say about it? Never. But, I don’t, so more accurately probably later this month.”[/b][/color] Brian was nothing if not bluntly honest, and the fact was, he didn’t want his parents meeting Parker. Not ever, if he could help it, but… he couldn’t. It could be delayed, or avoided, but it couldn’t be kept stalled [i]forever.[/i] [color=0598bc][b]“I’m sure Mother will tell you before she tells me.”[/b][/color]

[color=bd3f6e][b]“You ought to take a page out of my book. Hump and dump, then the parents never need to know,”[/b][/color] she said, smirking. She neglected to mention that her current conquest had included a lot less dumping than humping, but this wasn’t the time to tell her brother that she was screwing [i]another[/i] one of his friends. She’d just gotten a deal out of him, no need to jeopardize that. Becca strutted to the door that led into the west wing of Helmsley Castle and flashed Brian another winning smile. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Thanks again, Brother Dearest,”[/b][/color] she said, and exited into the rest of the home, closing the door behind her with muffled thud. Mission accomplished.