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Cara Forrester

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a character in “The Lost and Found”, as played by LaurenAFI

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Full Name:
Caraline Lauren Forrester

Preferred Name
Caraline, Cara

Age:
21

Birthday:
May 12th

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hometown:
Upper East Side, NY

Length of time on the street:
1 year

Role:
The Princess


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Disposition:
Aside from Nick and Brooklyn, Cara doesn't think that anyone else knows where she comes from. She doesn't want everyone to know that she's only living in the basement to prove her father wrong, and show him that she can survive on her own, because it's essentially making a joke out of the dire situation that they're all in. For her, being homeless will always be a temporary thing. She has too much of an ego right now to move back in with her father and stepmother, and if she uses his credit card to rent an apartment or a hotel room, it'll just prove that she isn't surviving on her own. Going as far as to live in a musty basement says a lot about how out of touch she is with being truly homeless and having no other options but to live there, but it also speaks to how she wants to be independent.

In a lot of ways, Cara is your stereotypical rich girl. She has always been ignorant to a lot of the problems that "real" people face, but coming onto the streets has certainly changed that for her. Only a little over a year ago, she was the girl snapping at waiter's for bringing out a slightly incorrect order at the upscale restaurant that she and her friends were dining at. She had to have the newest phone, the nicest shoes, and the most expensive bag. Material items made her feel good, and they still do, but she's not a snob or a bad person. Once she realized that the exclusive world she lived in was not the real world, she got a bit of a reality check. She's the type of girl who is willing to change and wants to be compassionate and down-to-earth, but takes a little longer getting there because a lot of the problems that she has are so different than those of the people she lives with. What might come off as her being arrogant or out of touch with reality is simply her not living in the same reality as the others. She really tries to understand where they're coming from and does have a lot of sympathy for them, but just as much as she wants to offer that support, she doesn't. It wouldn't mean anything for her to give her input when she doesn't fully understand their situation and her opinions don't hold any weight. Because of this, Cara tries to keep to herself. She definitely doesn't isolate herself and enjoys conversing with the others, but she doesn't throw herself onto people and doesn't come close to Holly's level of friendliness. Her main goal in the basement is to not step on any toes. She's happy to make friends and be friendly to everyone else, but she doesn't go overboard with it. By the others, she would probably be described as being positive and easy to talk to, but not overbearing or extremely friendly.

Likes:
Birthdays, vanilla scented things, iced coffee, lemonade, babies, alcohol, fruity drinks, dancing, swimming, warm weather

Dislikes:
Cold weather, being out at night (if she's sober), beef jerky, her father, her stepmother, terrorism, cream cheese, wool sweaters, rodents, insects

Fears:
Terrorism, being cut off from her father's money (the only link she has to her "real world"), her friend's finding out about her situation, being infertile, STD's

Dreams:
Her short term goal would be for her stepmother to leave the picture, and for her to be able to resume her normal life. Three years have gone by without that happening, so it's pretty clear that it won't be a reality any time soon. Cara is still too resilient to give in yet, so her more realistic goal is to at least become civil enough with her father to talk him into paying for a separate apartment for her in the city. She does eventually want to go to college (with no specific major in mind).


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Background:
Caraline was born into a life of wealth and privilege, and becoming homeless definitely wasn't a part of the game plan that Lauren and William Forrester created for their only child. Being raised in the Upper East Side of New York meant that Cara lived the silver spoon life. The preschool she attended cost more than some colleges do. She went to the same elementary school as the children of billionaires and brushed shoulders with future politicians and actors and musicians. With everything at her fingertips, it seemed impossible that her life could ever take such a drastic turn forcing her onto the streets. In a way, it didn't. Choosing to be homeless, or rather, live in a dingy basement of a bar, when you have a key to a ten bedroom penthouse on the other side of town is a bizarre and incomprehensible choice and Cara knows this. For her, it's so much more complicated than that, though.

Her mother was one of the 2,606 victims of the World Trade Center attack in 2001. Cara was a child at the time, and while not old enough to fully grasp the idea that her mother had perished in an unthinkable way, she knew that her mother was dead. She had been close with her mother, who had opted to raise her rather than follow the Upper East side norm of hiring a live-in nanny to deal with the 3 AM feedings and crying fests. It was only when Cara was old enough to start school that her mother resumed her top position at the law firm her father (Cara's grandfather) owned, and even then, for the short amount of time that she was working, she still made time for her daughter. The same couldn't be said for William, who, when he wasn't spending time at the investment firm he was the CEO of, was having affairs. He was doing so before his wife passed away, so needless to say, once she was gone, he moved on fairly quickly. Cara moved on from her mother's death as well. It was a tragic event, but she never felt responsible for it, it didn't cause her lifelong depression or ruin her chance at a normal life. It sucked, and no amount of nannies could ever replace her mother's devotion, but Cara was young enough where it became normal to live without her mother.

She doesn't realize it, but it did have a bit of an effect on her as she grew up. Not only did she lack her real mother, but when she turned seventeen, her father started dating their au pair, Alice. At this time, she had been living nanny-free for nearly three years, so her father suddenly hiring a twenty-one-year-old Swedish woman to care for her was absolutely strange and illogical. Sure, Cara had become a tad bit rebellious. She was out nearly every night partying underage with her friends, but her father wasn't around to parent her ever before, and she was used to disregarding his authority. Regardless, she didn't need someone only four years her senior babysitting her, and soon it became apparent that Alice wasn't there for Cara. Six months after moving in, William proposed to her. To say that Cara was caught off guard is an understatement. She had seen her father go through pretty, young girls on a monthly basis but none of them, especially not one who came from nothing, ever lasted. And yet, suddenly, he was marrying this one. Maybe it was because she was so young, or maybe it was because Cara really wasn't okay with the idea of her mother being replaced, but either way, she had it out for this woman, and in an attempt to run her out, made the possibility of the three of them living peacefully together impossible.

Cara was spoiled and used to getting her way, and as a last ditch effort, refused to apply to any colleges unless her father kicked Alice out. It was the seventeen-year-old version of holding her breath until her face turned blue if her parents refused to buy her the doll she wanted. Unlike that, though, this didn't work. Her father told her to go to school or get a job, or get out. He probably didn't mean it, but Cara wanted to spite him and left after graduating high school. She spent a year with her grandparents in Miami, Florida, before coming back to New York at her grandmother's insistence that she make amends with her father. Two minutes into their reunification and she stormed out in tears, and decided to return to "running away". It was childish and absurd for a girl like her to think she could survive on her own (which wasn't really on her own, since her father left one of her credit cards activated). She had no street skills, no experience doing anything on her own, and a lifetime of luck with living on the other end of the lifestyle spectrum. If it wasn't for her meeting Nick and Brooklyn at a club one night, she probably would have returned home after the summer ended and her friends all left for college. Living with the rest of the group is not something that Cara wants or plans on doing for the rest of her life, but she's still too prideful to run back home to her dad and stepmother. While she's currently living in the same place as the others, it's not a secret to anyone that Cara isn't in the same predicament as them. What's a game that she can end at any time to her, is a life to these other people.

Job:
She is not working at the moment. Her credit card linked to her dad's bank account is still functioning, so there's no need for her to work. She does, however, have a bar tending license that she and a couple of friends earned when they turned eighteen, so if need be, she could always do that.


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Height/Weight or build:
5'10, 130 lbs

Eye color:
Blue

Hair color:
Blonde

Other:
N/A

Face claim:
Lindsay Ellingson

So begins...

Cara Forrester's Story

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Well, it was official. Cara was going to have to go back home, or at least reconcile with her father to a pint where she could get him to finance an apartment for her. Makayla had just ended their friendship, and Cara still was unsure why. For "flashing around" her money? Cara didn't think she did that. In fact, she made an effort to not do that. She wasn't Brooklyn, coming home with hundreds of dollars worth of clothes and makeup or blowing the same amount on alcohol at a club. She took Holly to average restaurants and treated her to ice cream or a pair of shoes now and then, and for the first time in how long she had known her, took her to a hotel. Was that "flashing her money around" or "using mommy and daddy's credit card" - which, if Cara was going to be petty, she could get defensive over since Makayla didn't know her story either, really. Having a deceased mother was something that Cara was very used to. It had happened when she was young enough that she grew up without the maternal figure and in a sense, that allowed her to not feel the emptiness of the death. Still, Makayla didn't know that. Makayla didn't know who she was or where she came from on a level deeper than the surface level explanation Cara had given. Maybe it was obvious that she wasn't poor and by her habits, had never been poor, but Makayla didn't have the authority to judge her for taking care of her sister! She had only done good for those girls and now she was being berated for it?! Unbelievable.

Cara didn't have much time to sulk before there was a knock at the door. She was sure it was someone from the hotel's staff. They had probably received a complaint about the yelling and were here to either make sure that everything was okay, or ask her to leave. Cara was going to have to play dumb, she decided. She would say that it was the television on too loud or that it was the people in the room next to her. Her tear stained cheeks weren't going to help that lie, she noticed as she darted towards the door, so she made a pit stop in the bathroom. After a few splashes of cold water on her face, she decided that she looked as good as she was going to get. Her eyes were still red and swollen from crying and her waterproof makeup was starting to reject its waterproof guarantee, but she had no other choice but to answer the door. She pasted a smile to her face and cracked the door open halfway, only to find Roman standing in front of her, and not some bellboy in uniform. That was random. After dealing with Makayla's tirade, she had honestly forgotten that the guy was even in the room minutes before. The fact that he was handing her an ice bucket made his appearance even more random, and even in her foul mood, she quirked an eyebrow and offered him a confused smile. "It would have been a nicer gift with a bottle of wine inside, but thanks." She pushed the door open all the way as she took the bucket from him and wandered back into the room to place it by the mini fridge.

Cara didn't know Roman very well. Their relationship wasn't necessarily bad, but it just wasn't... there. They would exchange a "hello" or "good morning" on occasion, but unless they were forced to talk, it didn't really happen very often. Tonight she was feeling emotional and with the alcohol in her blood, a little careless. She didn't want to be alone right now, and though it was out of character for her normally quiet and gentle self, she wanted someone to vent to. She needed to be reassured that she wasn't crazy or flashy with her money like Makayla had so brazenly accused her of being. "You can stay here 'til it stops raining, if you want. I mean, the room's already paid for so I might as well get as much use out of it as I can, since Holly can't enjoy it. You can use the shower if you want." As she pulled open the fridge door, she found the two small bottles of Jack Daniel's that she had left in there. She unscrewed the cap on one and glanced over at Roman, who still lingered in the doorway. "Do you drink whiskey?" she asked, not waiting for his response as she tossed him a bottle before downing hers.

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Roman watched in the doorway as Cara headed back inside, unsure if he should leave or not. He glanced at the window draped in expensive-looking silk curtains when she offered him to stay until the weather cleared up. Maybe she couldn't tell, but from the looks of it, the rain didn't seem to be anywhere near finished. Although he didn't talk to Cara very often, just like most of the others in the basement, he was mostly indifferent to her. Of course he never thought she came off as a bad person, but he didn't imagine her to be as chivalrous as she was being now. He caught the bottle of whiskey she tossed him and rolled it in his hand until the label was facing him. Yet another surprise. Just from looking at her one probably wouldn't picture her as drinking something as hard as whiskey. She seemed like she would enjoy the fruity, softer beverages that they served at clubs or drinks like strawberry coolers.

Pulling him from his thought, a few rooms down, he heard the door open and voices progressively getting louder as they neared. Still not wanting to be seen, and partially out of impulse since he was feeling a bit too tense to think things through, Killens moved so he was no longer leaning on the door to keep it open. He grabbed the doorknob behind his back, slowly letting it close. The liquor swished in his hand as he thought of something to say.

"I, uh, didn't mean to intrude."

"Trust me," she said. "I wish you would have intruded earlier." Unsure of what to say to that, Cara saved him from having to do so as she launched into a slurred rant which left him even more out of words. "Makayla has seriously lost her mind. You should have heard what she said to me. It was as if I tried to hurt Holly by bringing her here." She then proceeded to rummaging through the mini fridge again. After seeming dissatisfied with what wasn't in it, she frowned and turned to him. "I need to order something from room service. Everything in here sucks. What do you want?"

He already knew that she wasn't exactly in the same predicament as the others at Finn's. She always seemed put together and didn't carry with her the same exhaustion and weariness as the others did. Even before he knew what was really going on, he always got the feeling that it all just seemed like a sleepover or something to her. He knew he knew more than he should have. She probably told Nick her backstory, Brooke likely probed him about it, and it got back to Roman. It was pretty much inevitable that he'd find out provided how close he was to the two of them, but he knew better than to flaunt that knowledge. Everyone else, he was sure, could tell that Cara wasn't struggling like the rest of them and the hotel itself, coupled with how she went about the room comfortably, opening the drinks without a second thought and speaking of room service - which he imagined had skyrocketing prices in a place as nice as this - only reassured him of what he already knew.

Just as she asked him what he'd like, he felt his stomach cramp. It was a feeling he'd gotten used to by now. While he wasn't starving, he hardly ever satisfied his constant, diluted famish. He couldn't afford filling his stomach with a large breakfast, lunch, or dinner, and even though he considered the pizza he had earlier with Brooke a good meal, the sound of a real one awakened his stomach. Cara didn't mind, he was sure, and he wasn't against it for any real reason asides from not knowing her that well, and the growing conspicuousness that she was definitely not sober. For a moment he was unsure if she should even be left alone. If Brooke wasn't working he would have called her down to at least make sure the girl didn't drown in the bathtub or anything.

"Uh," he said after a long pause. "Thanks, but I'm not really that hungry." The weight of the bottle in his hand grew as he became more aware of its presence. He was on the verge of putting it back, but he was confident that she would probably consume it just as readily as she did the bottle she held just a few moments earlier. "It's been kind of crazy and tiresome with Brooke returning and everything else that's happened," he said, trying to look for a good transition into what he was about to say. "You should probably just lie down or whatever."

Unconcerned with hiding her immense annoyance at his suggestion, she rolled her eyes and gave a theatrical sigh as she crossed the room to the night table between the two beds and picked up the phone. "Makayla just made fun of my dead mom, and you're not going to even stay and have a couple drinks with me, Roman?" He was in the middle of taking a swig of the alcohol in the midst of his anxiousness, but he immediately coughed after he heard her. The sting of the liquid worked it's way down the wrong pipe and he could feel it burn in his throat and in the back of his nose. When he looked back to Cara, she held a hand up to him, gesturing for him to be quiet as she turned her attention back to the person on the other line. "I need a Manhattan and a...rum and coke, and two prime ribs sent up to room 308 ASAP."

Killens wasn't sure what to react to first, or how, but right now he was focused on getting the last bit of whiskey out of his throat. Before he figured she was just a little bit tipsy, but now he was sure she was definitely past that; she didn’t even seem like the agreeable Cara he hardly knew. If he had any doubts about leaving her alone, they had disintegrated once she guilt tripped him into staying after bringing up the dead mother he didn't know she had. He sighed inwardly and took a larger sip of the drink in his hand, washing down the burn with more burn. What did you say to someone who just mentioned their late mother? He dared to walk further into the room, in front of the mini fridge.

"I'll just stay for a little bit," he told her, only because he felt he had no other choice, wasn't sure what else to say, and didn't want to be personally responsible for her looming accidental death should she be left alone.

Cara smiled with satisfaction when Roman agreed to stay. A few hours ago, she would probably list him as the last person she wanted to be with in a state like this. He definitely didn't seem like the guy you would go to when you needed to cry about your trivial problems but he was her only option tonight. Maybe it was the lighting... or more likely, the alcohol... but not only did he seem more emotionally appealing tonight, but physically too. He wasn't the type of guy she would normally be attracted to. His hair was not neatly trimmed and he wasn't sporting a Ralph Lauren polo or blazer, but she could go for the rough and tough guys too... the type of guy that would give her dad a coronary if she brought home on a holiday. She could do that. She could do that.

The thought made her smirk and she didn't attempt to hide her eyes that were now roving over his form as he stood on the other side of the room. She definitely needed that Manhattan if she was going to be as reckless tonight as her mind was insisting she be. "Thanks, you're a really good friend," she smiled, batting her eyelashes at him in a brazen attempt at being seductive. Cara's flirty attitude seemed to come hand in hand with alcohol consumption. She was sure that she had flirted with Lennie before when she was drunk, not to mention the many times she had slept with Jackson under the influence. This attitude wasn't specific to Roman, and was probably the first time that Roman was on the receiving end of it, but Cara felt like she had to turn it up since he seemed so uncomfortable. It made her wonder if he was a virgin. Her egotistical, entitled thoughts that she desperately tried to separate from her "street Cara" persona were taking over as she wondered how he wasn't all over her by now.

She wanted to walk towards him but her legs had other plans, as she tripped over herself and grabbed the edge of the bed for support. That obviously wasn't going to work. Instead, she did the smart thing and positioned herself on the queen sized bed. She could still see the indents on the thick comforter from where Holly had been jumping, and it was enough to remind her why she was even here. For a moment, it sidetracked her thoughts back to the original problem. "I bring Holly here for one night so she's not around Robbie shooting heroin into his veins and Makayla gets mad at me over it!" She recounted, her speech clearly slurred by now. "Holly is such a poor little girl... no chance at a good life like people like us, and th-that bitch is just soooo jealous of me." Cara's slurred rant continued for another five minutes before there was a knock at the door. It was room service, and after another failed attempt to get on her feet, she shooed Roman to the door. "Tell them we want a bottle of Grey Goose too! Unopened! I don't want them pouring that cheap shit in and telling me it's Grey Goose!"

Roman had quickly averted his eyes when he saw the way Cara was looking at him. Even as she blurted everything she was thinking in a nearly incoherent jumble of drunkenness, he refrained from looking directly at her. When someone finally knocked on the door, he felt relief, but only momentarily. He knew better than to order her vodka in her current state, but he wouldn't have been surprised if the person outside the door had heard her. Killens reluctantly answered the door, ignoring the brief but noticeable strange look the guy gave him upon seeing his appearance. The guy lingered in the doorway for a few seconds longer than he should have, and Killens finally realized he was probably waiting for a tip, which he sure as hell wasn't getting tonight. Killens mumbled a rushed goodbye as the door closed behind him and he set the tray of food on the bed that Cara wasn't occupying.

There was really no good time to escape, and as he waited and waited for Cara to just fall asleep, the minutes seem to move slower. To pass the time, he nervously busied himself with finishing the Jack, then the drink Cara had ordered him, and the vodka the room service guy ended up bringing, still looking for extra money, which he still did not receive. The rain outside had turned into a storm; perfect weather to go to fall asleep to. Killens worked to keep his eyes open, only providing short responses to Cara when they were required, and even then they were delayed by the alcohol running through his system. When he opened his eyes again, thinking he had only blinked when in fact he had dozed off, he saw Cara lying on the bed with her turned away, seemingly asleep. With more focus than it would normally require, he worked his way over to the nightstand to turn the lamp off. As he walked, he stumbled and kicked one of the bottles that had somehow fallen on the floor. He watched as Cara shuffled and turned to him, evaluating him for a second before she sat up some, leaning closer to him, a mischievous, drunken smirk spreading on her face.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?" she said. He looked at her without response. Not particularly caring about being discreet, he took in her features. Her eyes were brighter, more appealing. It might have been the alcohol, of course it was the alcohol, but everything about her seemed more appealing as she leaned closer, the smell of the alcohol filling the small space that lingered between them. "I bet I could get you to stay," she said. Again, he didn't respond. He only looked at her for a moment longer before closing the gap between them and kissing her.

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Cara probably could have slept until mid-afternoon had her stomach not had other plans. She went from a peaceful sleep, on a soft mattress, entangled in clean sheets, to running to the bathroom in a matter of seconds. She was groggy and half asleep, trapped in exhaustion and a hangover, but after stumbling over a stray shoe, she managed to reach the bathroom before getting sick. Apparently, she had one too many chugs of that whiskey... or was it the vodka? Maybe one of the mixed drinks she ended up ordering? Her memory of the previous night was very blurry. She remembered taking Holly out to dinner and coming back here, getting into a fight with Makayla and maybe having a few drinks with... Roman? It sounded bizarre enough that she might have been mistaking that with some weird, alcohol induced dream, but she could have sworn that he was sitting across from her as she downed some of the drinks. When she was finally able to pull her spinning head out of the toilet, the last thing on her mind was Roman, though.

She took advantage of the toiletries the bathroom was stocked with as she brushed her teeth, emptied out the entire travel-sized bottle of mouth wash, and got into the shower. She was still exhausted enough to be able to sink back into bed and sleep for another five or six hours, but she had only reserved the room for one night and it was already eleven. The cleaning service was bound to be knocking on the door any minute and if she wanted any shot at being functional today, she needed to take a cold shower. They always seemed to help wash her hangovers away, even if on mornings like this, not even a miracle pill would be able to cure the pounding headache she had. Cara drank frequently, but she was a thin girl and hard liquor never left her feeling well the next morning. No matter how many times, on those mornings, she would swear to never drink again, hangovers like these seemed to be a weekly occurrence. She was going to need more than a cold shower to save her from what she was about to discover, though.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked, her towel nearly falling off her figure when her hands grasped her mouth in shock. Laying in her bed on the far end was Roman. He was wrapped in the comforter from the waist down, but she could tell he wasn't wearing a shirt at the very least, and the sight of him suddenly made her foggy memory less foggy. He was barely stirring, even after her scream, so in a frantic move, she grabbed a sneaker, the first thing she could find, and chucked it at him. "Why are you in my bed?! Tell me that... that nothing happened!" This had to be a dream... or maybe a nightmare. A nightmare, not in the sense that there was anything wrong with Roman, because even though he wasn't her normal "type", he wasn't a bad looking guy... and if the memories started coming back to her, she would remember that he wasn't bad in other ways either... but this was bad. This was bad if this was a thing, and as she held her towel tightly to her chest, she prayed to whatever deity was out there, that it was all some innocent misunderstanding.

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He'd slept long and hard of nothing. It wasn't uncommon for him to sleep in, especially on the nights he worked. Sometimes he would sleep much later than that depending on when he got home. Given the current circumstance - soft pillows, an actual mattress, and a room that wasn't murky and full of putrid smells - he probably could have slept longer, and he likely would have had he not been awakened so rudely. He grunted and sat up some, his head feeling heavier than usual. His face was stiff and his eyes puffy from a mix of sleeping so hard and the after effects of the alcohol that was in his system. In the midst of his confusion, he stared at the object in front of him which was slightly fuzzy. Roman could already tell that something was off just from the feel of the mattress beneath his hand and soft blanket that was covering part of his body. Along with the high pitched squeaking coming from his side, he was out of it. It took another moment for his grogginess to subside enough for him to realize that what had woken him, and what was in front of him, was a shoe. And when he looked over to the squeaking, which happened to be a voice, he simply blinked because the voice belonged to a towel-draped Cara. What the hell? He turned back to the sneaker, frowning at it hard before he lifted it in his hand and showed it to Cara.

"You threw my fucking shoe at me?" he said.

Roman was one of the lucky ones who didn't really get hangovers. His following day typically consisted of a heavy stomach - which would eventually lead to the need to vomit, a lot of grogginess and sluggishness, and general lethargy until he ate something. Finally getting over the sneaker situation, he looked at Cara for another moment, everything around becoming clearer as he started to come to, and he realized the fog wasn't due to a dream, but all of the drinks he had the night before. The realization played overtly on his face as his memory, albeit still hazy, came back to him. Although it was delayed, he was finally registering what she'd said to him when she woke him up and without thinking, he reached under the covers with a prayer on his lips. At the feel of his bare thigh - and with another look around the room, the clothes on the floor and the empty bottle of vodka - the blood from his face drained. It was less problematic because of what happened than it was who it had happened with and the fact that the two of them were as good as strangers. And on top of that, he had to live with her. Killens found himself slightly put off by her reaction though. She was acting like she'd just found out she fucked Steve Buscemi or something. None of that was really important to begin with though. What was more important was finding his clothes, probably more urgently his underwear, and getting the hell out of there.

"Yes, I threw your 'fucking shoe' at you!," Cara said, still panicky. "I don't know what the fuck is going on and I don't want to know!" She kept an even tighter grip on her towel now as she grabbed his clothes from the floor and chucked them at him. "Just... get dressed!" Cara was freaking out and as the seconds passed and this shocking twist of events forced her to wake up, she began to wish that she didn't know what was going on. It was all coming back to her, or at least as much of the memories as the liquor hadn't erased, and it was bad. It didn't even matter that she had a one night stand, since Cara wasn't a stranger to waking up after a night at a club with some random guy, but it was Roman... possibly the most awkward person that she could have slept with. He wasn't Jackson who was so much of a conceited ass that sleeping with him felt like sleeping with some self absorbed football player from high school. It wasn't like sleeping with Robbie, who would have been so high on drugs that she could just claim he was lying, or Zero who was new enough that she could claim the same. It wasn't even Nick, who she knew at least somewhat on a personal level. It was Roman, a guy that she had lived with for close to a year, yet had never even held a conversation with. This was bad. "How did this even happen? Oh my God..." she was speaking more to herself than to him as she paced away from him as he got dressed.

It wasn't atypical for Roman to wake up and not really be in the mood for social interaction. As if he wasn't already quiet enough, after getting up he preferred to keep to himself for a bit or else he would feel too overwhelmed, like now. Not only was he bombarded with a growing nausea in his stomach, but he had to deal with Cara's overreaction to the whole thing. The hotel room which was large enough to host two queen sized beds, a sizable mini fridge, along with a desk and wardrobe felt cramped now and he hastened to get dressed, which really didn't help his nausea much. He got that Cara was used to a certain lifestyle - just look at the room they were in - and used to be around people of her same status, but she didn't have to act like he was such a bad person to sleep with. He wasn't any more pleased than she was. Too tired to really want to escalate things, he tried masking his annoyance, though it was hard. He simply muttered, "We were drunk," as he danced his legs through his pants and put his shoe on. A minute of frustration passed trying to find his other shoe before he realized it was still on the bed, and now his frustration with the girl had only increased.

Still in a shrill, worried voice which was growing more irksome by the second Cara said, "Obviously if...this happened!" Roman finished slipping his shoe on and tugged his shirt past his head, the offense far past taken. He always thought she was a pleasant person since she seemed kind, but it was nice to know what she really thought about him. He could feel his cheeks beginning to flush in embarrassment, not so much from what they'd done, but with Cara's reaction to it. Another heat of red flooded his face, this time more so from anger with himself for even giving a damn about what she thought. Roman stood up quickly, ignoring the dizziness it caused him as he made his way for the door. Cara was standing around the corner, taking a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself down. She'd realized she might have sounded a bit bitchy, but Roman couldn't tell, especially since he was refusing to look at her. "Okay, I'm sorry," she said. "Let's just pretend this never happened, alright?"

Killens didn't bother trying to be polite anymore. He was rudely awakened, he was offended, and he was sure he was going to vomit any minute now. He rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Pretend what never happened?" he said before going through the door and closing it hard enough for it to echo in the hall, but not so hard for it to really be considered a slam. The New York air did nothing for him in terms of comfort. He was sticky, he was wearing black - dirty - clothes, and he had a bad taste in his mouth. Killens reached in one pocket for his wallet and in the other for a cigarette to hold him over until he got back to the warehouse. His wallet was there, but his pack of cigarettes weren't, probably falling out in the midst of last night's recklessness. As he glared into his wallet after realizing this, he had to refrain himself from punching something when he saw he didn't have the money for a cab. Well, not money for a cab and food later. It took ten minutes to get to the hotel last night without traffic, so that meant it would take him about twenty minutes at a brisk pace. However because internally he felt like a disaster, and in terms of his mood and his luck he was no better, it took him half an hour to get back to Finn's place. Killens entered from the alley entrance, realizing after he was already in the basement that he could've just purged there, but he was already crossing the room and going into the tiny, sad excuse for a bathroom. When he exited five minutes later, he felt better, at least as far as his stomach was concerned, but he was still in a bad mood and that could really only be cured with a cigarette and something to eat.

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Cara was too relieved that Roman was gone for her to notice how upset or angry he seemed on his way out. She couldn't believe that she had actually slept with him. It really had very little to do with him though. She had done a good job at making it seem like her shock and disgust was a personal attack towards him, but as she sat on the edge of the bed, still donning just her towel, she knew that it was meant more for herself. She wasn't disgusted with herself for the one night stand type of night, but just that it was that with someone she knew... but didn't know. Roman wasn't Jackson, a guy who was enough of an ass that it just wasn't awkward to sleep with with no strings attached. She didn't necessarily know Jackson very well either, but she knew him enough that she could sit down with him for dinner without an awkward air being undeniably present. The same couldn't be said for Roman. It wasn't because he was awkward, because he was obviously smooth enough to get laid on what Cara would imagine to be a regular basis if she remembered much of anything about their night in bed. It was just that she and Roman didn't seem to have anything in common, and even after living with him for nearly a year, Cara had never actually spoken to him. Their conversations had never amounted to much than a simple "hello" or being involved in the same conversation if Holly was the common link between them. And now, suddenly, they were sleeping together. It went from one end of the social spectrum to the other in a matter of a night and Cara didn't know how to react to that aside from freaking out.

It took her twenty minutes to calm herself down enough to call down to the front desk and book the hotel room for another night. She knew that she couldn't return to the basement after that, or at the very least, she couldn't return for more than ten minutes to pick up her things. Since she had gone to the extent to pay for another night at the hotel, she figured that there was no use in trying to live on her own anyway. Even if the Makayla fight hadn't made her wary of staying in the basement, the Roman event had sealed the deal on that one. She wasn't ready to get on her knees and beg her father for forgiveness and succumb to the rules and regulations that his gold-digger wife would try to impose on her, but what other choice did she have? Makayla hated her for no reason and she had just not only slept with Roman, but was a complete bitch to him after the fact. It seemed like it would be completely and utterly impossible to face either of them. And then again, she hated how she thought her problems were so big. Here she was, sitting in a nice hotel room, sulking over an unjustifiable fight with a friend, and sleeping with a boy who was aesthetically pleasing. She had the option of running back home to her extravagant penthouse with the only con being making up with her dad and putting her pride aside. It didn't seem that easy in her shoes, but in the grand scheme of things, that was it. Her problems meant nothing compared to Makayla, Alex, or Lennie, who worked jobs that left them with the chance of being diseased or killed, or Roman who literally took a beating for a living. Everyone in that basement had it worse than her, and here she was, thinking that her life was over.

She had lived on the streets for close to an entire year. It was a minute amount of time compared to some of the others, but for a girl like her, it was a big deal. If she could stay out there for a year, she could survive for at least a little while longer. She wasn't ready to give in to her father just yet. She did plan on coming back to the hotel later tonight since she had already paid for it, but for now, she needed to face her problem. If things went wrong, she knew in the back of her mind that running back home to Daddy would still be an option. It always was. After getting dressed, she left the hotel and started to walk back to the basement. Halfway through, she stopped at a Duane Reade with the original intentions of just getting a bottle of water to combat the summer heat. While she was in there though, her confidence started to dwindle and she decided to pick up a few things to hopefully make reconciling with Makayla and Roman easier. It would probably only make things more awkward, considering how Roman was and how she still didn't think she had done anything wrong to Makayla, but Cara just wanted things to be normal if she was going to remain in the basement. Duane Reade was no Barney's, but she picked up some makeup and personal hygiene products for Makayla. With absolutely no clue what to get Roman, a blank greeting card which after purchasing, she scribbled an "I'm sorry for being such a bitch!" message, and on her way back, a pack of cigarettes from a corner store.

It was a major relief when neither of the two were in the basement when Cara arrived. Nick, Jackson and Robbie were three of the first people that she spotted upon entering, but she was a moment late to hear Nick's inquiry about her whereabouts and had jogged up the stairs to the bar before anyone could call her back down. She needed a drink to boost her confidence level before either of them came back to the basement... but of course, the bar was closed. Cara groaned internally at the sight of the vacant tables and the unusual quietness that filled the space without Finn's loud voice. Had she not spotted Lennie and Savannah at the bar already, she probably would have abandoned her shopping bags downstairs and ran to the nearest bar that was open. However, she had no problems with either of the girls and actually liked both of them. "Hey! Have either of you seen Makayla, Roman or Brooklyn?" She hoped that the answer to the first two would be a no, but she was suddenly craving a chat with the last listed. Cara was well aware of how close Brooklyn and Roman were. For a few weeks when she had just moved in, she was sure that there was something going on between the two of them, despite knowing that Brooklyn and Nick were in a relationship. The two of them just seemed to bring out the good in the other, and now, Cara was hoping that their relationship really was just platonic. She did not want to get on Brooklyn's bad side, especially if jealousy was the cause of that. She would leave that role up to Savannah.

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Robbie was sprawled on his back hugging up against the wall with a worn gray blanket barely covering an arm, let alone his body lay beside him along with several random clothing items that he wrote up as probably getting tossed around from kicking over his bag at some point, not that it actually mattered much to him. He always tended to just shove everything in the bad no matter how clean or dirty it was as long as they were out of the way. As he opened his eyes every ailment switched to full blast emanating from every part of his body. His jaw was throbbing, no doubt caused by him clenching his teeth while he slept, something he’s not done in a long while and a perfect example of him not having slept well. Aside from his jaw and teeth killing him his head felt like someone was ripping it open with a jagged knife at a snails pace. The headaches became a regular nine to five deal with the combination of his drug use and alcohol consumption, and he normally could suppress it enough so that it would be a faint scratching at the back of his brain, but what he woke up to was the equivalent of an entire orchestra playing inside of his skull. His body aches were the usual discomfort that he always had when waking up thanks to his mattress, however the headache was making all of the aches and pains much worse.

Groaning, he slowly lifted himself up and rested back onto the wall stretching his legs out towards the room, tilting his head, he raised a brow at his one naked foot, as if what he was seeing wasn’t real he wiggled his toes. Where's my sock? Where's my boot? He furrowed his brow as he moved some loose clothes that he hadn’t stuffed back into his duffle bag. An one old pair of jeans being among the list of items, dropped a pack of cigarettes as he moved them drawing his eye down where he managed to spot his boot in the corner of the room. Even so, there was no chance in the world that he was about to get up and get it right now. Turning his attention back to the cigarettes he grabbed the package noticing his paint covered hand, yet another puzzle piece to add to the pile.

Blinking away the morning grogginess he pulled out one of the cigarettes from the crumpled up package needing to rip off the end piece as it was hanging on by a thread, there was only five left in the crinkled package two of which were in the same condition as the one he had now. After taping it on the case he lit it and took a long drag while he composed himself. He looked around the basement realizing that only Jackson was down here at the moment. Robbie assumed the rest were upstairs or had already started their day. He never seemed to be up let alone around when most of the group was together and it was really starting to put a damper on his mood, sure he wasn’t one for having long standing conversations, but having people around lightened the air for him, plus with his current condition any help in figuring out what the hell he was up to last night would come in handy. Just as the thought crossed his mind heavy footsteps on the stairs revealed Nick, who pattered over to his mattress asking where Cara was. “Haven’t seen her, but I just woke up, so.” He dragged on, shaking his shoulders, trying to drop this cruddy feeling that was resting heavily on his shoulders, something he chalked up to be the side effects of whatever it is he took last night. Most of the time he could usually handle any level of pain that would get thrown at him with pure will or a handful of pills, most of the time it is pills, managed to get the pain to subside, but the with the doses he keeps up with the chances of them helping are unlikely but it’s not like he wasn’t about to try. He pulled his duffle bag over by the handle and opened it, digging deep inside for his stash, although he likes to hop around with the drugs his main vice has always been pills. He’s faked illnesses so many times he has something for just about anything and everything. After a minute of searching he pulled a plastic bag filled with several pill bottles, it was one set of three other plastic bags that lay at the bottom of his bag filled with an assortment of different prescriptions he gathered from a slew of different doctors. It took him a few more minutes to find the correct bottle of pain pills and dry swallowing two as he found them. After throwing the plastic bags back underneath the clothing put on a red t-shirt and stuffed the scattered clothing pieces in the duffle bag yanking on the strings to close it."Yo, what’d I- Ah fuck it. I’m starvin’, anybody else?”

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ImageSavannah had been absentmindedly stirring her tea, when Makayla appeared. The poor girl looked about as tired as Savannah felt, she gave her a sweet smile as she called her name. "Hey, Savannah. Sorry to bother you, and I know this is asking a lot, but is there any chance that you would be okay with just keeping an eye on Holly for an hour? I've been feeling really sick for the past few weeks and I'm sure it's just the flu, but I think I need to go get it checked out. I would ask Cara but we aren't... she's not here right now. I promise I'll be quick, and Holly's upstairs with Brooklyn and Nick right now, but I just don't think I can keep putting off seeing a doctor any longer." She said and Savannah nodded with a frown. "Of course, of course, I'll look after her, no problem." She said and with that Makayla was off. Savannah looked after her until Lennie walked up. Savannah returned her smile. "Hey there, babysitter."Lennie teased and Savannah gave a soft laugh. "It'll be fun, I'm sure." She said standing up, preparing to find Holly, she knew she was with Brooklyn, but she wasn't going to let her diplomacy keep her from being around Brooklyn, honestly, she didn't have a reason to hate her, Savannah had said but a few words to her, nothing to imply any animosity, yet that didn't seem to stop Brooklyn's clear disdain. Problem was, she was with Nick...she hadn't spoken to Nick at all last night, which since she'd been here, the two of them were nearly inseparable.

It was then she saw Cara come in and she smiled at her too. "Hey! Have either of you seen Makayla, Roman or Brooklyn?"
Then, Robbie made an appearance, saying he hadn't seen them but due the fact that he'd just woken up.
Savannah smiled. "Makayla went to the doctor, she wasn't feeling well, Brooklyn is downstairs, and I'm sorry, I haven't seen Roman." She said with a tight lipped smile. Two of the three, she could do without for the time being.

"Excuse me," Savannah said politely to the two women. "Makayla requested that I look after Holly whilst she's gone." She said and after that, she made her way downstairs. She saw Nick and immediately her heart stopped. She wished he would just say something, A simple hello, how are you, would be nice. Him avoiding her like the plague was killing her. She hadn't really noticed until she saw him. She continued her stride, right to him.
"Good Morning, Nick..." She said, a bit nervously. "I um...I just..." She stammered over what to say. It didn't used to be this hard to talk to him.

"Uh, Have you seen Holly, Makayla asked me to look after her, I said I would," she said, trying her hardest not to pressure him for anything, despite how much she wanted to. She suddenly felt cold, as the memory of being in his arms crossed her mind.

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"Makayla was mad last night. Wanna know why?"

"I don't really care, but go ahead, why was she mad?"

"Well, at first that I thought she was mad at me because she forgot that she didn't like swimming and came into the pool and said that it was my fault, but then she said she'll never get mad at me and that's true, because she never gets mad at me. But, anyway, she was really mad because when me and Cara went on a vacation to the hotel last night, Makayla came and said we couldn't stay there anymore even though there were big beds with white blankets that were really bouncy and smelled really good. And I was taking a shower like you are now, except I was using shampoo that was vanilla flavored, and yours isn't vanilla flavored, right?" Holly had hopped down from the sink counter that she was sitting on and pushed the shower curtain in an attempt to figure out for herself what kind Brooklyn was using.

"Sit the fuck down, Holly," Brooklyn shot, smacking Holly's clawing hand away and thrusting the shower curtain closed again. Brooklyn could and would knock Makayla for a lot of things, but all it took was fifteen minutes alone with Holly for her to have a tiny bit of respect for what Makayla dealt with on a daily basis.

"But I wanted to see what kind you were using! Why are you always so mad?"

"Why are you always so annoying?" Brooklyn groaned. She had finished washing her hair a few minutes ago and decided that there was no chance she was going to get to relax in the hot water for any longer with Holly being such a pest.

"And you always use that mean voice when you talk. That's why dogs don't like you, I bet."

"That's not true, Roman likes me," she countered with a serious expression, though she was internally smirking. She wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the shower, pointing towards the closed toilet for Holly to sit down.

"He's not a dog. He only has two legs and doesn't like it when I touch him."

"Of course he's a dog. He's a bitch. They're their own special type of dogs. Maybe it's you who dogs don't like if you didn't even know that."

"Dogs don't get tattoos."

Brooklyn decided to stop messing with her when she glanced over at the girl and could tell that she was getting confused and actually second guessing herself. "You were telling me why Makayla was mad?"

"Oh yeah! Okay, so we were at the hotel--"

"Sit," Brooklyn ordered, cutting Holly off only when the redhead got up and started to approach her. She would deal with Holly's tangents and nonsensical stories, but she needed to do her hair and makeup without physical distractions.

"Did you get all of the glitter out of your hair?"

Holly had ignored her demand and was now standing next to Brooklyn, her hand an inch away from touching Brooklyn's hair before the blonde smacked it away. She had taken for granted the two months that she didn't have to deal with Holly touching everything, including her, every second of the day. "Don't touch, Holly. Go find your sister and ask her for money so you can buy something when we go shopping," she demanded, trying her best to have patience today.

"Okay! I'll get money for your birthday present and then you'll get your money for my birthday present, right?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you down there in a few minutes." Brooklyn didn't know that Makayla had already left and was banking on her being broke enough to tell Holly that she couldn't come shopping because she had no money to give her. As soon as Holly was out of the room, Brooklyn shed her towel and changed into a pair of denim shorts and a black tank top. She had only finished blow drying her hair when their was a light knock on the bathroom door. The fact that there was a knock at all told her that it wasn't Holly, who definitely would have barreled through the door with no hesitation at all. She suspected it was Finn who was probably only waking up now and in a hurry to shower. Instead, after opening the door herself, she found Cara waiting on the other end.

"Hey, can we talk?" Cara said, before Brooklyn could do anything more than take in the girl's nervous expression and hands full of Duane Reade bags.

"A night in a hotel and a drug store shopping spree? Did you win the lottery or something?" Brooklyn inquired with a knowing smirk on her face. She only confirmed that she was available to talk by pushing the door open further to allow Cara to come in.

Cara didn't acknowledge Brooklyn's sarcastic comment but took the girl's playfulness as a good sign. Maybe she was catching her before she remembered that Savannah had replaced her. "Okay, I know this is going to sound so weird, but I know you're like, best friends with him and we're friends and I just don't want this to be any weirder than it is, so, I'm just going to come right out and say this. I slept with Roman last night."

Cara had spoken quick enough to rival Holly's normal pace, but unlike the younger girl, it didn't take long for Brooklyn to understand what she was saying. She had slept with Roman?! Cara was right, she had caught Brooklyn in the best mood possible for her to receive this news, because rather than interrogate her on how that happened and why she should never do it again, Brooklyn found herself laughing. "You're joking, right? You did not sleep with Roman!"

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Brooklyn was laughing, which had to be a good sign... right? Cara was still fairly anxious but tried to relax as she took in Brooklyn's reaction to her confession. "I know it sounds crazy! I was obviously so drunk, and so was he, and I don't even know why he was there in the first place, but--"

"How was he?" Brooklyn couldn't resist smirking as she interrupted Cara with the question. She didn't really want to know for herself, but just to get a shot in at Roman, even if he wasn't there to see it. Plus, the befuddled expression that it left Cara with was pretty amusing as well.

"How was he? He... I don't know! That's not the point, Brooklyn! This is serious, I don't know how I'm ever going to face him again!"

"I know it's serious. You rented out a hotel room just to fuck him, Cara. I think that answers my question on his own."

"Oh my God, you're impossible," Cara groaned. She knew that Brooklyn was teasing her but this really didn't seem like a laughing matter, and she was beginning to regret telling this to Brooklyn at all. From the look of it, she was going to treat it as a joke and probably make up some dramatized story on her own to spread around to everyone. "I got it for Holly and I, and then Makayla started acting like she was drugs and came to take Holly away after I got off the phone with her, and Roman was with her I guess!"

"Do you think he sleep with Makayla first, and then you were his 'round two'?"

"Okay, bye,"

"Stop being a drama queen, I'm joking, I'm joking!" Brooklyn said, grabbing the fleeing Cara by her arm to prevent her from going any further. "So you were drunk and you slept with him, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that... is that it was Roman! I don't even know him, Brooke."

"I'm sure you can say the same about half of the other guys you've slept with. If not, I'm sure Alex and Makayla can teach you how to deal with that."

"So you don't think it's going to be awkward now?"

"Not with him, I don't think so, but to change the subject, why the fuck would you waste money on a hotel for just you and Holly? I thought we were friends, bitch."

"I thought you would want to get acquainted with Savannah," Cara smirked. Brooklyn deserved to have the tables turned on her for a moment, and just in case she snapped, Cara stepped further into the bathroom and rummaged through the shopping bags that she had set down earlier.

"Yeah, right," she muttered sarcastically, not even looking away from the mirror as she applied her mascara to glare at Cara. The fact that she had brought Savannah up with that undertone suggested that she knew that Brooklyn would have a reason to dislike her too. Maybe she wasn't just being a crazy, jealous bitch. "What's the deal with that bitch anyway?"

"She's actually really nice. She just moved in like, two weeks ago or something. Supposedly she came here for college and then I don't know what happened," she shrugged, holding out the pack of cigarettes that she had purchased. "Are these the kind that Roman smokes?"

"You guys are buying gifts for each other now? I told you it wouldn't be awkward but I'm gonna have to take that back if you start to do this... and that's not what we're talking about right now anyway. How did she just show up here two weeks ago?"

"I was kind of rude to him this morning when I found him in my bed! It's an 'I'm sorry' gift, so is it a yes, he smokes them, or no, he doesn't?" Cara waited for a response but after a few seconds, realized that Brooklyn wasn't going to budge until she got her answer. "And I honestly don't know. She just showed up that day. It's not like she had ever hung around before."

"He doesn't smoke those, but I'll take them," Brooklyn then answered as she took the pack from Cara without waiting for approval. She was silent for a moment as she finished applying her makeup, and then turned to look at Cara again. "Is she a whore? A Makayla or Alex?"

"No, she's a writer I think. Look, girl to girl, all I'm going to say is that you have a right to keep an eye on her. She's been nothing but nice to all of us... but that includes Nick. I haven't seen them... doing anything... but if you still are into him... just know that she might be too."

Brooklyn was glad that Cara confirmed it for her. She had told Nick that she didn't want anything to do with him but even if she wanted that to be true, it wasn't, and apparently, everyone knew it. Brooklyn planned on being cold to Nick for as long as it took her to either get over him, or for him to accept responsibility for every fault in their relationship, but Savannah was proving to be a catalyst for some change in their relationship. She needed to go though, that, Brooklyn was sure of. "Buy her a one way ticket back to England, Miss rich-enough-to-live-in-a-hotel," Brooklyn suggested. The bathroom was still steamy from her shower and it was starting to make her uncomfortably hot, and the thought of Savannah and Nick downstairs together made her want to get down there even faster. She pushed the door open, knowing Cara would follow her out. "I might take Holly out with me for a little to pick up a few things. You should come, it'll be your treat."

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Cara was right behind Brooklyn as they left Finn's bathroom. She had actually only been up there once before when Brooklyn had asked for help doing her hair when she was running late for work one night. It definitely would have been strange for her to remain up there alone, especially with Brooklyn still talking as she left. When Brooklyn invited her out to shop with Holly, typically insisting that it would be Cara's treat, she rolled her eyes but smirked. Either Brooklyn was in an unusually good mood today or Cara had just expected her to freak out a lot more over the Roman thing. Maybe it was a little bit of both, topped with the fact that she had missed Brooklyn. Unreasonably bitchy attitude and all, when Brooklyn wanted to be friends with you, she was a sarcastically-humorous and fun friend to have. It was one of the main reasons that the two girls had become friends, actually. She was one of the only other people in the basement who were willing to frequent clubs in the late hours of the night and go overboard with her. It was never concerning for Cara, because she could literally afford to be as reckless as she was, but it did say something about Brooklyn's impulsiveness when it came to money, and had allowed Cara insight onto Nick's side of their fights. "Yeah, I'll come. I don't know if it'll be 'my treat' with you and Holly there though. She must get her spending habits from you," Cara jested.

"That really means a lot coming from the girl blowing hundreds on a hotel stay," Brooklyn replied as they hit the first story and continued down. "I was surprised to see that you were even still here, honestly. Don't princesses like you spend their summers on the French Riviera? Or is it London? Monaco? Santorini?"

"You're annoying."

"I'm serious! Why are you still here? You think your dad will notice the difference if I show up to your house and pretend to be you? One of us needs to reap the benefits of the life that you threw away because you were a spoiled brat." Brooklyn knew she was pushing Cara's buttons, but it was amusing and besides that, it was true. The girl had to be delusional if she thought that living this life was worth proving whatever point she was trying to prove to her father, and Cara's silence only further suggested that she knew Brooklyn was right too. Brookyln had opened her mouth to tell Cara to stop being so sensitive but they were on their way into the basement now, and another person caught her attention. That English-accented voice couldn't be mistaken for anyone else and it was hard to ignore when she was saying her name. "Let's go collect Brooklyn then, shall we?" she heard Savannah say when she was a few steps into their flight down the stairs. As they stepped down a few move, she said something about Nick, and it already had Brookyln seeing read. For a moment. She knew that she had to be controlled around Savannah for now. She needed to figure out this bitch's weakness, strike on it, and send her packing. Even if she didn't want Nick right now, she sure as hell didn't want any other person moving in on him either, and from Roman and Cara's advisement, it was clear that Savannah was trying to be that girl. She obviously didn't know who she was messing with, though, and there was only room for one bitch in this basement.

"No need to 'collect' me, I'm right here," she announced, mimicking Savannah's accent as she quoted her. She had tried her best to ignore Savannah and ice over any potential interactions, but apparently, since she was still trying to hang out with Nick, that hadn't worked. Now she was just going to have to go in strong and prove to Savannah that she was not going to win whatever little game they were playing. "Did Holly invite you to come shopping with us?" She said, sending an obviously disapproving look in Holly's direction. She didn't care if Savannah saw. If anything, she wanted her to see. "But it's a girl's only shopping trip, so no Nick's allowed," she added. Not only did she not want to be around Nick right now, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure or ego boost of knowing that she felt like she had to compete for him. Brooklyn separated from Cara, Savannah and Holly for a moment as she headed back to her new area, put a few things into her purse and rejoined the three. "So, do you want to come with us, or are you saving up for your flight back to England?"

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Texas, England... same difference. They were both places with notable accents, and both places that Holly would probably never have a chance to visit. In her sixteen years of life, she had never even left New York state, and at the pace she and Makayla were on, it wasn't likely that she would for a very long time, if ever. That was okay with Holly, though. Her expectations weren't high and getting a new pair of shoes or a bottle of nice smelling shampoo made her as happy as she needed to be. Maybe the only perk of growing up impoverished was that it wasn't such a hard transition onto the streets. She had a bed back in her house, but it wasn't uncommon to find a roach under the pillow or sheets that hadn't been washed in months. Depending on who was living in the house at the time, it was possible for her to be stuck sharing the twin bed with one or two other kids, too. She had a shower with hot water... when the utilities were paid, and a fridge that was rarely stocked with anything other than beer. Leaving home had removed the abusive people from Holly's life, and that certainly outweighed any benefits of living there.

"How did you live in London and England and the United Kingdom all at once? And yes, we can invite Nick! Except I don't think Brooklyn wants--" For once, it was Holly who was being cut off by someone else speaking, and not the other way around. Brooklyn and Cara were strolling down the stairs with Brooklyn answering Savannah's first suggestion that they go find her, and the second one about inviting Nick. A dig at Savannah was thrown in there with Brooklyn seeming unhappy about her being added into the plans, but after gathering her things and declaring that it was a girls only shopping trip, it seemed like Savannah was still invited. "She's not going back to England yet! She said she's going to be here for my next birthday and that's not for a whole 'nother year!" Holly was probably the only one who didn't immediately sense the strain between Savannah and Brooklyn, and was quick to lead the group up the stairs. "Savannah, did you know that Brooklyn likes to go clothes shopping too? And she likes nail polish just like me, and has blonde hair just like Alex and Lennie and Cara, and likes to sleep next to Nick just like you! Well, she used to like that. Now she likes to sleep next to me and Makayla, right Brooklyn?"

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"How did you live in London and England and the United Kingdom all at once? And yes, we can invite Nick! Except I don't think Brooklyn wants--"Holly began only to be cut off by Brooklyn herself. "No need to 'collect' me, I'm right here," She said, mocking her accent. Savannah took a deep breath, her nerves on edge. "Did Holly invite you to come shopping with us?" She said, sending a dark look to Holly, who was only being nice. "But it's a girl's only shopping trip, so no Nick's allowed," She said and Savannah nodded. "Very well." She said with a grimaced smile. "So, do you want to come with us, or are you saving up for your flight back to England?" Brooklyn said, and a single brow rose on Savannah's brow.

"She's not going back to England yet! She said she's going to be here for my next birthday and that's not for a whole 'nother year!" Holly said, obliviously, Ingorance truly was bliss. Savannah smiled sweetly at the girl, grateful that she was there, enough to calm her down, when honestly, Savannah wanted to pitch Brooklyn off of a bridge.

"Savannah, did you know that Brooklyn likes to go clothes shopping too? And she likes nail polish just like me, and has blonde hair just like Alex and Lennie and Cara, and likes to sleep next to Nick just like you! Well, she used to like that. Now she likes to sleep next to me and Makayla, right Brooklyn?" Holy added and Savannah smiled.

"Good to know, Holly, thank you." She told her sweet girl, and smiled at Brooklyn. "I'll be coming along, since Holly asked, and like she said, I plan on being here for while," She told her with sardonic smile. "You know, Holly wanted to purchase something for your birthday, she's such a sweet girl, and you know what Holly, I know the perfect thing, clothes are temporary, she'll just grow out of them.." She said and grinned.

"Etiquette classes. That would be perfect."

Two can play the bitch game, only Savannah intended to but much more eloquent

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"I don't like sleeping next to anyone down here," Brooklyn corrected Holly. "Unlike some people, some of us aren't proud of living down here. You know, boasting about planning on being homeless for a whole year doesn't send the best message to our more impressionable friend," Brooklyn added, now giving Savannah an insincere smile as she nodded towards Holly, who was bounding up the stairs in front of them. Brooklyn could tell that today was going to bring out a side of her that was even too petty for her to appreciate, but Savannah was out of her mind if she thought that she was going to be a bitch to her. That was Brooklyn's job and she wasn't going to be beaten at her own game by some unwanted slut. Plus, it wasn't like she was saying something that wasn't true anyway. Savannah was delusional if she thought that spending another year in this basement was boast-worthy. At the very least, it emphasized the fact that she had only been there for two months, or had ignorance to rival Holly's.

The comment about etiquette classes didn't faze Brooklyn. If Savannah thought that that was an insult to intimidate her, she not only was delusional, but dumb too. Brooklyn had been homeless for eight years and the one prior to that wasn't peachy either. Having manners and "etiquette" were the last things that anyone on the streets cared about. Were you supposed to be polite when robbing someone or allowing them to violate you so you could buy food the next morning? No. Then again, Brooklyn was being purposely impolite to Savannah and she was probably only speaking on that behavior, but it didn't matter. Brooklyn wasn't naturally some friendly and warm person, but Savannah was proving to bring out an even worse side of her, and she wasn't going to take any tips on how to have etiquette from her. Maybe Savannah felt like she was too proper to get dirty, but Brooklyn didn't.

The natural sunlight and light breeze, albeit it a hot one, made the outside atmosphere more pleasant than the grim basement. It still wasn't great though, with Savannah walking only a few steps ahead of her. Brooklyn looked to Cara who was at her side, sending her a playful look. She wasn't going to be brazen enough to talk to Cara about Savannah right beside Savannah, but the look probably spoke to how much Brooklyn was already disliking her today. "Holly, did you ask Savannah to get you a dog for your birthday? She must have a lot of money if she doesn't even need to work," Brooklyn suggested as they headed down the street. If Holly was Savannah's responsibility today, Brooklyn was going to make sure that she was put to the test in that respect too.

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"I don't like sleeping next to anyone down here," Brooklyn corrected . "Unlike some people, some of us aren't proud of living down here. You know, boasting about planning on being homeless for a whole year doesn't send the best message to our more impressionable friend,"

Savannah gave an acidic laugh. "Holly, did you ask Savannah to get you a dog for your birthday? She must have a lot of money if she doesn't even need to work,"

Of course this wasn't the most ideal place to live, but Savannah wasn't about to go telling Holly that, not when the girl was perfectly happy with her home. "Hmm, so perhaps a dictionary would be more appropriate, Homeless, means to be without a home, we all have a place to live, and home is where the heart is, so perhaps you are homeless, but I most certainly am not and neither is Holly." Savannah said matter of factly.

She saw what she was doing, trying to shake Holly's faith in Savannah, trying to make it difficult for Savannah to look after her but Savannah was a patient person. It didn't phase her, at least not at the moment. Her competitiveness was in too much control at the moment.
Savannah reached around, closing Holly's ears, so that she couldn't hear what she was about to save, even if Holly tried to fight her off, she still wouldn't have heard her enough.

"Oh, trying to play the child against me, classy, so I suppose you left your dignity on the floor at work, along with your clothes and self respect?" Savannah said, and let go of Holly's ears, and smoothing down the girl's hair, casually, showing that she was un phased by Brooklyn's words, even though she was running low on funds.

She hoped that someone would pick up on of her books, then, if anything, she could rub Brooklyn's pointed nose into it.

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Once they hit the street, Holly really wasn't paying Brooklyn and Savannah any mind until her name was spoken. First, Savannah suggested they buy Brooklyn etiquette classes for her birthday. She had no idea what etiquette meant, but the word "class" instantly had her disliking the idea. Classes reminded her of school, and school reminded her of too many rules, always having to be quiet, and constantly struggling to keep up with her peers. Which never happened anyway. Between the underpaid faculty who didn't have the resources to really assist her, and her mother and "stepfather" who couldn't handle her lack of attention at home either, Holly had grown just as resistant to learning as the process of learning apparently was to her. She despised it so much that etiquette classes seemed like the worst possible birthday gift to give someone. It made sense, considering the animosity the two girls were currently spewing, but Holly didn't catch on to that and planned on voicing her opinion. Brooklyn started speaking before she could jump in, and while the two girls exchanged a couple more jabs, Holly's attention was captured by a newspaper stand they were passing. The front of it was lined with rows of candy and Holly slowed her pace slightly in an attempt to pick out one to beg Cara for, before Brooklyn addressed her. "Makayla said we can't get a dog until we move out of the city because dogs need a backyard, and a pool with a water slide and a diving board."

The reference to her birthday and now, the idea that Savannah had a lot of money reminded Holly of the original intention of their trip: shopping. She couldn't question which store they would be going to first before Savannah placed her hands over Holly's ears. With a very apparent look of confusion, Holly pried the hands away, but was only free after Savannah had insulted Brooklyn. "Why did you do that?" she questioned, looking skeptically at Savannah and then to Brooklyn. She hadn't been paying much attention to the exchanges between the girls in the first place but by deliberately being blocked out from hearing, she was now more curious than ever. Although her gaze had shifted to the Forever 21 store they were approaching, she still wanted an answer. It had simply become the second most important thing on her mind behind the sparkly outfit one of the mannequins in the front window was donning. "Let's go in here!"

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"Wow, did you steal that from a Hallmark card or something?" Brooklyn couldn't even stop herself from rolling her eyes at the cliche line that Savannah gave her about home being where the heart is. She knew she was being petty and that her internal monologue that was constantly running with sarcastic and annoyed remarks about all of the morons she had to deal with was vocalizing itself more than normally, but she couldn't help it. Never to be admitted, there was a tiny bit of Brooklyn that could relate to that line, though. For a long time, back when she was a teenager and her relationship with Nick was new and fresh, being with him did feel right. If home meant feeling safe and comfortable, then back then, home was with Nick, and Nick was where her heart was. Even if her heart was still with Nick today though, she was homeless and being in Nick's presence wouldn't change that. The adventurous charm of the streets wore off very quickly, and it was apparent through Savannah's blind optimism that she was still in that initial period. She didn't know what being homeless was actually like. The pangs of hunger and the utter desperation for an escape hadn't hit her yet. If she thought that the musty basement below Finn's bar could be considered a home, she was more delusional than Brooklyn originally pinned her to be. Sure, they had a roof over their head and four walls around them, but so did people living in homeless shelters, and they were still homeless. Finn was giving them a place to stay at his own expense and honestly, Brooklyn was baffled that he hadn't been caught harboring people who constantly partook in illegal activities already. It was only a matter of time before Finn asked them to leave, or the law forced them out. Was it going to take that long for Savannah to realize that she could invest her heart in the fantasy of being a billionaire, but she was still homeless?

Again, she would never admit it, but Savannah's dig at her was a pretty good one. For a girl who had suggested that she was so above the dirty play that Brooklyn was putting her up against, it was a pretty low blow. An eyebrow quirked instinctively, a "what the fuck did you just say to me?" reaction as she replayed Savannah's comment in her mind. She hadn't even noticed how Savannah had covered Holly's ears in the process until Holly pushed them away and questioned why she had been deafened for the remark. She was still reeling from the unexpected insult, or else she would have told Holly that Savannah said she was ugly and was talking poorly of her, just to add some more fuel to the fire.

She didn't get a chance to respond to Savannah as they crossed another intersection and were then placed on a busier street, one bustling with shoppers and tourists, but her mind was buzzing with possible comebacks. When Holly requested they go into the first store they passed, a Forever 21, Brooklyn nodded. "Go for it," she said, turning to Cara and flashing her an innocent smile as she nodded towards Holly, who was already venturing into the store. She knew that Cara was going to try to squash any chance that Brooklyn had to talk to Savannah one on one to prevent a fight from breaking out mid-store, but if anything, Brooklyn felt like Savannah had asked for a direct altercation. Brooklyn could dish the insults all she wanted, but when one that was even remotely personal came flying back at her, the other person had suddenly crossed an unspeakable line. It wasn't fair and Brooklyn knew it, but it was who she was. It was a defense mechanism ingrained in her personality by now, and she was just used to being the person who was never crossed.

When it was only her and Savannah, Brooklyn took the girl in fully for the first time. She was a pretty girl, that was undeniable. Brooklyn could see what Nick would appreciate about her in a physical sense, and she probably was a sweet girl when she wasn't being attacked. That didn't matter to Brooke though. She wasn't interested in making friends with Savannah or getting to know her at all. She wanted her gone, even if she had to force her out herself... which was apparently going to be necessary. "I'm trying to figure out what you are. You're some sweet little writer, living in this fantasy world where you aren't homeless, and as far as I've heard, not working. Yet you have the audacity to talk about what I do for a living? You're over here being a wannabe J.K. Rowling, and me and the other girls in that basement are yes, selling our self-respect to survive, and you're mooching off of mommy and daddy's money, right? That's what you are, another trust fund bitch? Well, newsflash, Queen Elizabeth, that role's already taken by Cara, and to secure her spot even more, she's not fucking my ex-boyfriend. So, why don't you head back to the basement and pack your bags? Take Nick with you if you want. Just get the fuck out of here, kay?" Her tone was nothing short of condescending and mean girl leveled mean, but she didn't care. A smug expression remained on her face as she went to the extent of shooing Savannah away with her hand. She hadn't been appointed the voice of the others in the basement, but if it was going to benefit her, she would act like Savannah leaving would benefit them too.

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Savannah smiled at Holly, after she asked permission to go inside the store. Savannah could see her from where she was, so she nodded. " Of course, Darling." She told the girl before it was just her and Brooklyn.

Savannah braced herself for the worse. As sweet as she typically was, she was competitive, it was ingrained in her since birth, her parents wanted her to be the best, always win, she won countless competitions that way, and honestly, that's where alot of her money came from. Writing contests, 100 here and 200 there. She had to win and while she was genuinely a compassionate person, competitions, especially one she wanted to win, made her something else.

It just so happen this competition was about Nick, and that was something she wanted to win.

She smiled when Brooklyn turned to her, and her smile didn't fade, not once. "I'm trying to figure out what you are. You're some sweet little writer, living in this fantasy world where you aren't homeless, and as far as I've heard, not working. Yet you have the audacity to talk about what I do for a living? You're over here being a wannabe J.K. Rowling, and me and the other girls in that basement are yes, selling our self-respect to survive, and you're mooching off of mommy and daddy's money, right? That's what you are, another trust fund bitch? Well, newsflash, Queen Elizabeth, that role's already taken by Cara, and to secure her spot even more, she's not fucking my ex-boyfriend. So, why don't you head back to the basement and pack your bags? Take Nick with you if you want. Just get the fuck out of here, kay?"
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Savannah cocked her head, with a small breath of a chuckle. Sizing Brooklyn up as she shooed her off. Savannah's eyes grew dark as she stepped in front of her, looking her in to her eyes. "You say you're trying to figure me out without even trying to be dogmatic, you want to know me, figure me out... fine, I'll tell you, I'm well aware of my situation is, I just don't go round, making everyone miserable because I am unhappy my life. Yes, I have the 'audacity' to talk about what you do, because unlike the other girls, you seem almost proud of what you do, using survival as an excuse for your misplaced hubris. If you must know, the money I have, I've earned myself, my parents, have nothing do with it, I've used my mind, to survive, not my arse " She said, darkly, her eyes narrowed as she watched Brooklyn's expression. She leaned back and smiled,

"But I understand now, This isn't even about me, you say you don't want Nick, yet you're the one who brought him into this conversation, not me. Your hatred toward me, is simply due to the fact that you expect Nick to be miserable without you,but when you returned, you only found that he was the exact opposite. Your anger, has nothing do with me, personally, you've directed it there because deep down you know the truth, you were toxic for him, toxic for everyone around you, I've only met you today, and here you are, spitting venom and for what? I've done nothing to you, I barely spoke a few words to you, and you hate me. But only because you've come back to find that you weren't really missed, Nick was moving on, and that hurts, but you can't deal with that, and I'm the one living in a fantasy world? I'm not the one that needs to leave and you know that." She told her, clicking her teeth and shaking her head in a parody of sympathy. "And because you're not dealing with the truth of it, you'll say something like, 'Oh Savannah you're only rebound, he's only using you to get to me,' Get to you, No, over you, certainly. He spoke about you, he spoke about how horrible you were to him, about how everything he did couldn't please you, try as he might, so yes, he was trying to get over you...and what was he supposed to do? Run after you? Beg you to come back to him?" She asked her rhetorically and then she really looked at her, and something struck her. While she was in college, she took a few psychology classes, so that she could understand human behavior, so that she could write better, more realistic characters. She noticed something in Brooklyn and while, in the back of her mind, she was sure that Brooklyn might just swing on her for saying this but she was tired of being nice, and this competition was something she wasn't about to lose.

"I wonder, what happened to you? Where you neglected as a child, and so now you crave the attention you never got? Is that why you're so hateful, because that's the only way to get people to listen to you? To react to you? Is that why you act so proud of you removing your clothes every night, because you know someone will see you, react to you....Is that why you expected Nick to chase after you, because he had in the past, he'd been trying to please you for so long, and even though you knew deep down he was a good man, you berated him anyway, just so he could try a little harder...Is that what makes you, you Brooklyn?"

She knew one of two things was likely to happen, either Brooklyn wouldn't say a word, just to prove her wrong, or she'd attack her, throw a punch, or a slap, and unknowingly prove her right, Savannah braced herself for an attack that she just knew was coming, but she didn't move, she didn't flinch, she barely batted an eye. Her words were harsh, she knew it, and apart of her felt bad for saying them, but it had to be said. If only to let Brooklyn know she was not some push over.

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Brooklyn was definitely caught off guard by the venomous response that Savannah returned to her, after mimicking her act of looking her up and down. There were a few parts that struck Brooklyn, mostly the ones regarding Nick, but she wasn't taking anything that Savannah said personally. The girl was clearly delusional if she had taken Brooklyn's words as her being proud of what she did for a living. Stripping wasn't something that she was necessarily embarrassed of. When it came down to it, it was a lot less dangerous than prostitution and any shame associated with the job quickly diminished after Brooklyn realized how much cash she was able to make there. Savannah could claim that she wasn't actually doing it for survival, but that again, only seemed to attribute evidence to the idea that she was crazy. Brooklyn wasn't ashamed of her work, but if she had enough money to survive without it, she definitely would not be spending her time there. Savannah's attempt to blame her choice of job on her "hubris", a word that Brooklyn would never admit she had no idea of the definition of, rather than on her need for survival was just wrong.

If the last part of her response, the part regarding her childhood, was correct at all, it definitely would have left Brooklyn in a fury, but it held little relevance to her life. The first fifteen years of Brooklyn's life were normal and enjoyable. She was raised by a happy couple in a nice neighborhood and was your typical kid. She wasn't neglected and by the time that things got bad, she was already a teenager and didn't need enough attention from her parents to warrant the term neglectful. Her upbringing wasn't perfect. Her father killed her sister in an alcohol-induced car accident and hung himself from the guilt of it, and the loss of her husband and youngest child pushed her mother to alcohol. Before she ran away, maybe her mother could have been considered neglectful, but Brooklyn was in a state of depression where she was pushing away any attempts at having a relationship with her anyway. The fact that Savannah had the nerve to bring up her childhood in itself made Brooklyn's heart start to race, but it wasn't personal enough to push her over the edge. She made a mental note to make a snide remark about how Savannah apparently wasn't any better of a psychologist than she was a writer to Roman when she informed him of the conversation later on.

When Savannah finished her monologue, Brooklyn wanted to match the spiel with one of her own, but stopped herself when she realized it was pointless. "Proud? Proud? You are such --" She shook her head. "You know what, you aren't even worth it. You are just as fucking delusional as everyone else said you were." It wasn't true. Aside from Roman, Brooklyn wasn't sure that anyone else disliked Savannah. Nick obviously didn't, Cara had said she was nice, Makayla trusted her with Holly, and Holly seemed comfortable with her, but Brooklyn didn't mind planting that seed of doubt in Savannah's mind. It was the least she could do. Without another word, Brooklyn turned away from Savannah and headed towards Cara and Holly. She was surprised that Holly wasn't on a completely different floor of the store by now, but Cara had probably tried to keep her close to them in case she needed to step in between Brooklyn and Savannah. She didn't address Holly when she reached the pair, opting only to glance at Cara. Her expression was blank, probably hard to read, as she spoke. "Let's go get lunch. Just me and you."

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Brooklyn had insisted that things with Roman wouldn't be awkward even after their night together, but Cara didn't believe that. Not only had Brooklyn brushed past the subject as soon as one that concerned her arose, but it just couldn't be that simple... not with how this morning had ended, and how her relationship with Roman was barely non-existent twenty four hours ago. Of course it was going to be awkward from now on and Cara dreaded having to see him again. That whole issue was enough to worry about, and she knew that dealing with Brooklyn and Savannah together was going to be nothing short of dreadful. Twenty minutes into the excursion and that assumption was proven tenfold. Brooklyn and Savannah were going at it as they walked down the street and Cara lagged behind, hoping to avoid being dragged in by Brooklyn. She probably favored Brooklyn, but mostly because she knew Brooklyn longer. Savannah had been around for two weeks and had definitely made a good impression on Cara, but her friendship with her wasn't as solidified as that with Brooklyn. Still, Cara wasn't about to go to bat against Savannah when Brooklyn was clearly the aggressor in whatever they were bickering about. Not only was Brooklyn probably being unnecessarily mean, even for their circumstances, to a point where Cara couldn't defend her even if she wanted to, but it just didn't feel like her place to step it. So, she lingered behind the group until they were inside of Forever 21 and Brooklyn non-verbally suggested that she follow Holly while she stayed back with Savannah. Cara shot her a warning look, but couldn't maintain it for as long as she wanted when she realized that Holly was already hurrying further into the store.

It took a few seconds for her to catch up with the redhead, who luckily, stood out enough to not be lost in the crowd. She was in the process of pulling a pair of shorts off of a rack when Cara appeared next to her. "Ooh, those are cute."

"Makayla will like them, let's get them for her!" Holly suggested, tossing the shorts at Cara as she quickly moved on to the next rack. Cara glanced at the price tag. Sixteen dollars for a pair of shorts wasn't bad in her mind. A couple years ago, she had a closet worth tens of thousands of dollars, but she knew that Makayla would never fathom shelling out that much money for a pair of shorts. After her altercation with her last night, Makayla had made it clear that she didn't want Cara doing her any favors anyway. She guessed that it was just something that she said in the heat of the moment, but Cara still didn't know where all of that animosity came from and she wasn't going to risk somehow offending Makayla by being generous anymore. She was even second guessing the toiletries and makeup that she had bought earlier in the day. It had been an impulsive and frantic act as she freaked out over her life being ruined by two relationships crashing in a single night. Things still weren't resolved between her and Roman, and her and Makayla, but Cara wasn't on the verge of moving out anymore. Especially with Brooklyn and Savannah probably mauling each other at that very moment, Cara was reminded that her problems were probably the least significant in the basement.

Cara discretely hung the shorts back on the rack as she followed Holly and nudged her gently. "Let's go look back in the front by the jewelry. You wanted to get Brooklyn something, right?" Cara hoped that she would be able to divert Holly's attention away from the mountain of clothes piling up in the girl's arms and get close enough to see Brooklyn and Savannah at the same time. Thankfully, it worked. "I do want to get her something! It was her birthday last month too, you know!" Holly said and Cara didn't even have to respond before Holly was already headed in the right direction. They stopped far enough away from the pair that they couldn't hear what they were saying, especially with the noise of the other shoppers and the store music playing, but close enough that Cara could read their expressions. The smug looks on both girls' faces was all she needed to see that this was not going any better than she expected it to.

Only a minute or so went by before Brooklyn was standing next to her and Holly, but waiting for the conversation between the two to end... either peacefully or violently... made it feel like an hour. Brooklyn didn't offer Holly, who was fiddling with a bunch of necklaces a single glance, but told Cara that they should go get lunch. Cara was so used to being the person entrusted with Holly's care that it felt unnatural to leave her with Savannah. It had nothing to do with Savannah herself, because she definitely seemed capable of coddling Holly, but just because that had always been Cara's job. It reminded her again, of what had happened between her and Makayla last night and left her feeling even more uneasy. What was she supposed to do, though? There was no way that Brooklyn and Savannah could sit through a lunch together, and Makayla had written her off last night, and apparently, reassigned her role with Holly to Savannah. Plus, if she snubbed Brooklyn right now, when she was probably already overflowing with anger (despite her emotionless stare), it wouldn't end well. "Yeah, okay," she nodded, too uneasy to pay Holly much attention as she tugged her towards Savannah. Brooklyn was already out the store door as Cara approached Savannah and tried to offer her a soft smile. After whatever had happened between Brooke and her, she was probably on edge now too. "Brooklyn and I are going to go. We'll see you guys back in the basement later," she said, giving a small wave before hurrying out to meet Brooklyn on the street. "What did you do?" was the first thing she said upon approaching her.