Colette hadn't even waited for Owen to tell her that he was on his way, she had just continued on her journey to his room and entered, hurried and not bothered at all by being alone in his space. If she wasn't thinking about having feelings for Owen or about Ariana, then it was easy to be his friend. And for him to be her friend. Which was exactly what she needed. And being friends meant that she could rifle through his closet, right? He needed help with clothes what better way for her to help than by actually looking through them. And no, Colette was not just a little distracted by his scent - after all, it didn't surround the room or anything, right? Nope, not distracted by that at all. So caught up with this internal dialogue, Colette physically jumped when she heard Owen speak from behind her. She bit her lip and paused in her perusing through his things, trying to calm herself down because honestly, she really should be a bit more composed.
After all, shouldn't it be a good thing that Shay and Ariana were not killing each other? Shouldn't she be happy that the one person she could never get rid of and the person she kept the closest to her heart were getting along? That they weren't shooting unnecessary insults and just...existing? Shouldn't she be still trying to avoid Owen, which meant not bringing her turmoil to him? "Cool? Is everything cool? Cool is sipping on a peach Sangria Popsicle underneath the shade of palm trees by the pool while everyone splashes around like it's not a thousand degrees. You want to know what's not cool? Your sister and your girlfriend in your sister's room acting like they are suddenly BFFs. What did you do?"
Colette's tone wasn't exactly accusing and she honestly didn't think there was anything to accuse Owen of. If he had, Shay would have asked Carson to leave with her. Hell, she would have stamped her feet, maybe hit her brother, and then ignored him pointedly for the duration of her party. She just...felt bothered. Not by the girls getting along...but...it was just something. And it wasn't anything she couldn't officially describe...and she was quick to tell Owen that and when she did speak, it definitely wasn't slow talking. "And I know, you might see it as fine. Hell, I should! But you don't know what it's like every day knowing when Ariana gets...like that...when she's pretending and you don't know what to expect from her because...God, anticipation. But now Shay's being like that and she's not normally like that and that freaks me out and you really should wear those blue Emilio Pucci shorts with a white button up shirt and what the hell is with me and Emilio Pucci today? And why did I let Shay convince me to come back here!?" Okay, so maybe Colette was having a miniature mental breakdown and might even rip the shorts in question if Owen didn't take them from her.
It was official. The summer was going to kill her. She should have stayed in New York where it would never be this hot and where she would have to deal with watered down alcohol, but now she was going to die in California when she should have stayed in New York. Wasn't that swell?
After all, shouldn't it be a good thing that Shay and Ariana were not killing each other? Shouldn't she be happy that the one person she could never get rid of and the person she kept the closest to her heart were getting along? That they weren't shooting unnecessary insults and just...existing? Shouldn't she be still trying to avoid Owen, which meant not bringing her turmoil to him? "Cool? Is everything cool? Cool is sipping on a peach Sangria Popsicle underneath the shade of palm trees by the pool while everyone splashes around like it's not a thousand degrees. You want to know what's not cool? Your sister and your girlfriend in your sister's room acting like they are suddenly BFFs. What did you do?"
Colette's tone wasn't exactly accusing and she honestly didn't think there was anything to accuse Owen of. If he had, Shay would have asked Carson to leave with her. Hell, she would have stamped her feet, maybe hit her brother, and then ignored him pointedly for the duration of her party. She just...felt bothered. Not by the girls getting along...but...it was just something. And it wasn't anything she couldn't officially describe...and she was quick to tell Owen that and when she did speak, it definitely wasn't slow talking. "And I know, you might see it as fine. Hell, I should! But you don't know what it's like every day knowing when Ariana gets...like that...when she's pretending and you don't know what to expect from her because...God, anticipation. But now Shay's being like that and she's not normally like that and that freaks me out and you really should wear those blue Emilio Pucci shorts with a white button up shirt and what the hell is with me and Emilio Pucci today? And why did I let Shay convince me to come back here!?" Okay, so maybe Colette was having a miniature mental breakdown and might even rip the shorts in question if Owen didn't take them from her.
It was official. The summer was going to kill her. She should have stayed in New York where it would never be this hot and where she would have to deal with watered down alcohol, but now she was going to die in California when she should have stayed in New York. Wasn't that swell?
Tinashé didn't reply at first to what Ariana desired for her outfit for the day and instead, returned the item back to her closet, leaving the eldest Rockefeller alone in her room for a moment. And it literally was a moment because Ariana was suddenly there and it didn't frighten or intimidate her, but it definitely forced Shay to fully notice their status. The two were alone. Her and Owen's rooms weren't that far from each other, but there was still a considerable distance. Almost a wing, if one were being completely honest, and the two girls who everyone had been aware hated each other were very much alone. She was waiting for the moment where she felt the impulse to threaten Ariana, to actually lay some hands on that same girl she really didn't want in her house...and yet that moment never came. Shay didn't know if she was resigned to Ariana's presence or if she really had reached the point where she really did not care. Which was probably why it had been so easy for her to be nice.
Before, despite saying how much she didn't care, the truth of the matter was that she did. The more she reiterated the sentiment - the more she allowed it to linger on her brain - the more obvious it was, to herself and anyone who really knew her - the less value it actually held. And so now, as she rifled through the clothes Colette had brought to her closet for them to rifle through, the realization that she honestly did not care about Ariana Rockefeller at all was as relieving as it was comical. Comical for reasons she couldn't put into words, relieving because...the more someone had that kind of power of you, the worst you felt. And Shay did not have it in her to feel bad because of one unwelcome guest. Shay recognized the Guess dresses and pulled out a multicolored one, a mostly purple item, a stunning purple maxi, and a probably body-hugging blue number. She handed them to Ariana while answering, "I kinda like the maxi one, for the record. It's sensual in the sense that it's cut out on the sides, but elegant because it's so flowy. But it's your choice. And I honestly don't know what Carson's wearing. I was never really big on matching too much with boyfriends. Your style is your style, that's got nothing to do with me." She refused to add that other than Carson, she hadn't honestly thought about real boyfriends in a long time. Shay had focused too much on her career to be worried about one and she wondered, faintly, if there was more that she needed to be doing.
The dresses she had showed Ariana might not have been sensual enough for the Rockefeller, but mostly because Shay didn't make it a habit to know what Ariana liked. She figured the girl was prim and proper so much that it would be impossible to figure that Shay's sensual was the same as hers. Each dress had something different and head-turning about it, so Ariana could do with them as she pleased. It was when Ariana turned the inquiries more intimately prying questions that Shay paused and turned to stare at her, their gazes meeting. The grin on Ariana's face made Shay grin and she honestly felt like lying just to give Ariana something to guffaw over but what fell out of her mouth was, "This really throws you off, huh?" Her own question made Shay chuckle a bit and she bit her lower lip to not full out laugh. But her gaze never did leave Ariana's. "Me playing your game? Smiling daggers and pretending? It's kinda funny really, but...let's be clear, if there was something for you to be anxious or suspicious about, you'd know it. Like I told you, I'm not the same little girl from before. I won't pretend, but I'm not about to spend my summer reminding you I hate you. There's too fun of a party happening and not enough mojitos in the world to convince me to keep that up." Without really bothering to continue her search through Colette's clothing items, Shay left her closet to go perch herself on her bed, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
"And, if you're really curious, I haven't slept with him yet," Shay also supplied coolly, an eyebrow raised at the text sent by Alexandra. Apologize for what? Slapping the good Lord and savior into her spirit and hoping that it sticks? Nope, not something Shay needed to feel apologetic for. "Not that I haven't wanted to or can't...I just...know that I don't have to." The thought made her smile in the midst of texting Carson and she added, without feeling like she needed to keep it from Ariana, "That...that feels kinda nice."
To: Lex
Cry about it
To: CJ
Soooooo....i kno its my party, but idk wat color 2 wear??
Before, despite saying how much she didn't care, the truth of the matter was that she did. The more she reiterated the sentiment - the more she allowed it to linger on her brain - the more obvious it was, to herself and anyone who really knew her - the less value it actually held. And so now, as she rifled through the clothes Colette had brought to her closet for them to rifle through, the realization that she honestly did not care about Ariana Rockefeller at all was as relieving as it was comical. Comical for reasons she couldn't put into words, relieving because...the more someone had that kind of power of you, the worst you felt. And Shay did not have it in her to feel bad because of one unwelcome guest. Shay recognized the Guess dresses and pulled out a multicolored one, a mostly purple item, a stunning purple maxi, and a probably body-hugging blue number. She handed them to Ariana while answering, "I kinda like the maxi one, for the record. It's sensual in the sense that it's cut out on the sides, but elegant because it's so flowy. But it's your choice. And I honestly don't know what Carson's wearing. I was never really big on matching too much with boyfriends. Your style is your style, that's got nothing to do with me." She refused to add that other than Carson, she hadn't honestly thought about real boyfriends in a long time. Shay had focused too much on her career to be worried about one and she wondered, faintly, if there was more that she needed to be doing.
The dresses she had showed Ariana might not have been sensual enough for the Rockefeller, but mostly because Shay didn't make it a habit to know what Ariana liked. She figured the girl was prim and proper so much that it would be impossible to figure that Shay's sensual was the same as hers. Each dress had something different and head-turning about it, so Ariana could do with them as she pleased. It was when Ariana turned the inquiries more intimately prying questions that Shay paused and turned to stare at her, their gazes meeting. The grin on Ariana's face made Shay grin and she honestly felt like lying just to give Ariana something to guffaw over but what fell out of her mouth was, "This really throws you off, huh?" Her own question made Shay chuckle a bit and she bit her lower lip to not full out laugh. But her gaze never did leave Ariana's. "Me playing your game? Smiling daggers and pretending? It's kinda funny really, but...let's be clear, if there was something for you to be anxious or suspicious about, you'd know it. Like I told you, I'm not the same little girl from before. I won't pretend, but I'm not about to spend my summer reminding you I hate you. There's too fun of a party happening and not enough mojitos in the world to convince me to keep that up." Without really bothering to continue her search through Colette's clothing items, Shay left her closet to go perch herself on her bed, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
"And, if you're really curious, I haven't slept with him yet," Shay also supplied coolly, an eyebrow raised at the text sent by Alexandra. Apologize for what? Slapping the good Lord and savior into her spirit and hoping that it sticks? Nope, not something Shay needed to feel apologetic for. "Not that I haven't wanted to or can't...I just...know that I don't have to." The thought made her smile in the midst of texting Carson and she added, without feeling like she needed to keep it from Ariana, "That...that feels kinda nice."
To: Lex
Cry about it
To: CJ
Soooooo....i kno its my party, but idk wat color 2 wear??