Tinashé paused in the middle of swiping through her phone when Ariana decided to respond, an eyebrow raised at the words Ariana chose. Perhaps she was right, Shay had been a bit inconsistent with her interactions with Ariana. It would throw anyone off, really. She had wanted to hate her without showing her that she cared, but that was not a goal she could accomplish. So, Shay had reassembled and found some semblance of peace - which, strange enough, consisted of exactly what she wanted without having to prove anything. It was simply proven by the nonchalant air she held towards the Rockefeller now that so much had happened, and she had the right mind to tell her just that when Chris came barging on into her room.
And Shay's mouth fell open.
While Ariana was absolutely mortified, Shay burst into laughing, barely even hearing him over the sound of her laughter. Not because she found Chris unattractive because he did look good, but he knew what he was doing with those shorts. He was trying to get a reaction out of someone and he had to have known Ariana - of all people - was going to have the worst. Well, it was the best in Shay's opinion, she had decided while clutching her stomach and raising her bright gaze to Christopher. "And as much as I am all for being real with yourself, put something else on before one of your sisters catches an aneurysm." A beat later, Shay caught the tail-end of what he had said. "And don't you dare put me in the middle of your episode of Sixteen and Pregnant. Owen's not murdering me in my sleep cuz you can't keep it in your pants."
And Shay's mouth fell open.
While Ariana was absolutely mortified, Shay burst into laughing, barely even hearing him over the sound of her laughter. Not because she found Chris unattractive because he did look good, but he knew what he was doing with those shorts. He was trying to get a reaction out of someone and he had to have known Ariana - of all people - was going to have the worst. Well, it was the best in Shay's opinion, she had decided while clutching her stomach and raising her bright gaze to Christopher. "And as much as I am all for being real with yourself, put something else on before one of your sisters catches an aneurysm." A beat later, Shay caught the tail-end of what he had said. "And don't you dare put me in the middle of your episode of Sixteen and Pregnant. Owen's not murdering me in my sleep cuz you can't keep it in your pants."
Whenever Colette would find herself going into one of her long tirades or on a tangent, she had always been able to count on Shay to simply touch her shoulder and remind her to slow down. Sometimes Shay even touched her hands, forced her to share eye contact, and would literally soften her voice more than a good number of people had probably ever heard Shay speak. That didn't always work immediately, but after snapping at the artist or batting her hands away, Colette typically took a breath and tried to get through whatever the situation was. What she had not expected was for Owen to do the exact same thing...except...he was Owen and Owen was just really fucking tall for some odd reason. Not that that was some secret or conspiracy she hadn't been aware of, but now that Colette was back in her flats, it was...kinda obvious.
And distracting, very distracting. Or was it him rubbing the backs of her hands distracting? She couldn't tell at the moment. But she did manage to catch him asking her to repeat herself and Colette simply nodded, finding herself staring up at really blue eyes. This was why New York was safe, some part of her brain decided to interject, but Colette told it to go fuck itself. When Colette and Owen had simply been friends prior to his relationship with Ariana, her attraction to him hadn't been too thought-consuming. They were genuinely friends and she enjoyed him enough as an individual to not get distracted by how absolutely gorgeous Owen Collins was. Seriously, the family itself just had attractive people and he definitely fit the mold. But it had never affected her interactions with him too much. She had simply felt...comfortable.
However, prolonged distance and unexplained absence made it incredibly easy, for a little while, for Colette to pretend that Owen was just another ridiculously attractive model. Nothing special. She'd met guys like him, ones she could actually get her hands on. Who needed to be worried about Owen Collins when she had a golden-haired Adonis by her side at the MET gala? And like a fool, she had believed her own lies...until she found herself overwhelmed by feelings she really should have known had never gone away. And it was bad, at least in her mind since she refused to voice anything. So lost in her thoughts was she that she allowed Owen to convince her that it was fine, that this was peaceful and that it was all fine. Mostly because she wanted to believe it, but also she was actually a bit petrified over what she might say. Or do.
What in the hell prompted her to come to his room alone anyway?
Blinking to get herself back in order because, come on Collie this was fucking pathetic, Colette fought back a frown when Owen let go of her hands, but then pulled them to her hips as she tugged on her lower lip with her teeth. All of a sudden, dealing with Ariana and Shay sounded a hell of a lot safer than dealing with Owen right now. Getting drunk sounded great too, but the party hadn't started yet and she still needed to change. Luckily, his good mood rubbed off on her for just a moment and Colette offered Owen a small smile at the thought of them hanging out, trying to ignore the warning bells in her head that clearly stated: THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. ABORT MISSION. It also probably wasn't a good idea because Owen had moved faster than she had thought and emerged from the closet shirtless and there was a very well defined torso on display for longer than there should have been and Colette's mouth moved faster than her brain. "Damn," was what came out and Colette froze for a millisecond. Oh, fuck. "Right," she followed up quickly after, already backpedaling for the door because she really needed to save face and get the hell of Owen's room. "Damn right, we are hanging out. At the party. After...this. Bye." Not even waiting for a response, she left, face steadily growing pink.
No, she did not go to her room to get the Emilio Pucci ensemble Shay might have been talking about. If Ariana needed to steal something from Colette's closet like she always did, then she could walk herself right on in that room because Colette wasn't turning around...though, she definitely thought she should have when she saw her brother's back and the fact that his ass was being hugged way too comfortably in some spandex travesty. OH MY GOD, CHRIIIIIISSS!!" She yelled, trying to shield her eyes while managing to maneuver around him to get to the closet and find her clothes for the party. But not before inquiring saucily as this was a great distraction from whatever happened with her spirit earlier, "And where the hell did you get Magic Mike's Brady Brunch collection of speedos from? Craig's List?" She, however, couldn't help her own smirk when she heard Shay guffaw soon after.
And distracting, very distracting. Or was it him rubbing the backs of her hands distracting? She couldn't tell at the moment. But she did manage to catch him asking her to repeat herself and Colette simply nodded, finding herself staring up at really blue eyes. This was why New York was safe, some part of her brain decided to interject, but Colette told it to go fuck itself. When Colette and Owen had simply been friends prior to his relationship with Ariana, her attraction to him hadn't been too thought-consuming. They were genuinely friends and she enjoyed him enough as an individual to not get distracted by how absolutely gorgeous Owen Collins was. Seriously, the family itself just had attractive people and he definitely fit the mold. But it had never affected her interactions with him too much. She had simply felt...comfortable.
However, prolonged distance and unexplained absence made it incredibly easy, for a little while, for Colette to pretend that Owen was just another ridiculously attractive model. Nothing special. She'd met guys like him, ones she could actually get her hands on. Who needed to be worried about Owen Collins when she had a golden-haired Adonis by her side at the MET gala? And like a fool, she had believed her own lies...until she found herself overwhelmed by feelings she really should have known had never gone away. And it was bad, at least in her mind since she refused to voice anything. So lost in her thoughts was she that she allowed Owen to convince her that it was fine, that this was peaceful and that it was all fine. Mostly because she wanted to believe it, but also she was actually a bit petrified over what she might say. Or do.
What in the hell prompted her to come to his room alone anyway?
Blinking to get herself back in order because, come on Collie this was fucking pathetic, Colette fought back a frown when Owen let go of her hands, but then pulled them to her hips as she tugged on her lower lip with her teeth. All of a sudden, dealing with Ariana and Shay sounded a hell of a lot safer than dealing with Owen right now. Getting drunk sounded great too, but the party hadn't started yet and she still needed to change. Luckily, his good mood rubbed off on her for just a moment and Colette offered Owen a small smile at the thought of them hanging out, trying to ignore the warning bells in her head that clearly stated: THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. ABORT MISSION. It also probably wasn't a good idea because Owen had moved faster than she had thought and emerged from the closet shirtless and there was a very well defined torso on display for longer than there should have been and Colette's mouth moved faster than her brain. "Damn," was what came out and Colette froze for a millisecond. Oh, fuck. "Right," she followed up quickly after, already backpedaling for the door because she really needed to save face and get the hell of Owen's room. "Damn right, we are hanging out. At the party. After...this. Bye." Not even waiting for a response, she left, face steadily growing pink.
No, she did not go to her room to get the Emilio Pucci ensemble Shay might have been talking about. If Ariana needed to steal something from Colette's closet like she always did, then she could walk herself right on in that room because Colette wasn't turning around...though, she definitely thought she should have when she saw her brother's back and the fact that his ass was being hugged way too comfortably in some spandex travesty. OH MY GOD, CHRIIIIIISSS!!" She yelled, trying to shield her eyes while managing to maneuver around him to get to the closet and find her clothes for the party. But not before inquiring saucily as this was a great distraction from whatever happened with her spirit earlier, "And where the hell did you get Magic Mike's Brady Brunch collection of speedos from? Craig's List?" She, however, couldn't help her own smirk when she heard Shay guffaw soon after.