Colette was the very definition of confused by the time that they arrived to Tinashé's room. She didn't even want to glance behind her to see what her sister's face looked like; she already had a vision. And the fact that Shay was either remaining blissfully unaware or just plain nonchalant was...frightening. What the hell had happened when she and Carson left the room? Did she and Owen get into a worst altercation than in the last few days? She was honestly at a loss and her best friend's current temperament was not helping, in any way. While Shay pranced - yes, pranced, that sounded like a good word in such a weird setting in Colette's head - into the closet to find the dress she had specified, Colette stood close to the door of the closet with her body mostly inside, leaning against the doorway and feeling so out of place that it was frightening. When Ariana spoke about having a thing for Carson, Colette tried to appear unfazed, glancing back at Shay who had only paused in her perusing to stare right back at Colette, blankly.
"Ummm...yeah...thought you guys would be one of the hottest couples in Cali," she replied dumbly, not knowing what to honestly say but knowing that her not saying anything wasn't helping. A little frustrated, Colette leaned further into the closet to hiss quietly at Shay, "What the hell is? Should I be scared for my life right now?" Shay only chuckled lightly, selecting a few items from the clothing that Colette had brought into her room earlier. They hadn't decided on anything, but Shay knew what dress Colette was going to wear and she would be damned if Colette winded up giving it to her sister because Ariana was a control freak. "Me wanting to enjoy my party without either wanting to slap her, my sister, my brother or all three in one foul blow," she muttered in response before walking out of the closet. Instead of acknowledging Ariana's statement about Carson, Shay pulled up the dress with a small smile, "I found it so precious and she hasn't even worn it yet. Bitchlette's a little paler, so it'll probs go better with your skin tone."
Colette found herself in some weird trance-like state, or was it a horror movie? Tinashé was being nice? Her best friend - the one who BLATANTLY stated that she HATED Ariana Rockefeller with a passion unknown to man - was being nice to her? Colette needed a drink. She needed something strong. Shay, purposefully, ignored her friend's inner turmoil. She didn't have time with being particularly catty, which was why she ignored Ariana's attempt at goading her. Instead, she focused on getting the girl something that would, subsequently, get her to leave Colette alone so that Shay could have a friend who was not sitting there worried about comparing herself to Ariana. Ariana's wardrobe consisted of whatever she stole from Colette and whatever she thought could compete with Colette. And Shay knew that and knew that for all the tailbone her bestie possessed, it disappeared in the face of her sister, regardless of the fact that her holding her tongue wasn't helping the situation in any way. So, if Colette wanted to continuously give in to Ariana's stupid demands, then so be it. Shay would help. At least, it wouldn't be some situation that dragged on continuously.
"Oooohh, Bitchlette, go get Emilio Pucci set from your room!" Shay decided and Colette blinked once, then twice before nodding. "Uh, sure. Ok." She didn't know how she felt about leaving the queen of mean and the girl with a mean backhand alone in a room together, but anything felt better than...whatever that was going on in that room. Just as she left the room, Colette's phone buzzed again. She had ignored it the first time, but opted to glance downward to see Owen's text for help. And damn it, she needed his almost as much as he needed hers.
To: Owen
Your room. Now. Like, now now. Omw
"Ummm...yeah...thought you guys would be one of the hottest couples in Cali," she replied dumbly, not knowing what to honestly say but knowing that her not saying anything wasn't helping. A little frustrated, Colette leaned further into the closet to hiss quietly at Shay, "What the hell is? Should I be scared for my life right now?" Shay only chuckled lightly, selecting a few items from the clothing that Colette had brought into her room earlier. They hadn't decided on anything, but Shay knew what dress Colette was going to wear and she would be damned if Colette winded up giving it to her sister because Ariana was a control freak. "Me wanting to enjoy my party without either wanting to slap her, my sister, my brother or all three in one foul blow," she muttered in response before walking out of the closet. Instead of acknowledging Ariana's statement about Carson, Shay pulled up the dress with a small smile, "I found it so precious and she hasn't even worn it yet. Bitchlette's a little paler, so it'll probs go better with your skin tone."
Colette found herself in some weird trance-like state, or was it a horror movie? Tinashé was being nice? Her best friend - the one who BLATANTLY stated that she HATED Ariana Rockefeller with a passion unknown to man - was being nice to her? Colette needed a drink. She needed something strong. Shay, purposefully, ignored her friend's inner turmoil. She didn't have time with being particularly catty, which was why she ignored Ariana's attempt at goading her. Instead, she focused on getting the girl something that would, subsequently, get her to leave Colette alone so that Shay could have a friend who was not sitting there worried about comparing herself to Ariana. Ariana's wardrobe consisted of whatever she stole from Colette and whatever she thought could compete with Colette. And Shay knew that and knew that for all the tailbone her bestie possessed, it disappeared in the face of her sister, regardless of the fact that her holding her tongue wasn't helping the situation in any way. So, if Colette wanted to continuously give in to Ariana's stupid demands, then so be it. Shay would help. At least, it wouldn't be some situation that dragged on continuously.
"Oooohh, Bitchlette, go get Emilio Pucci set from your room!" Shay decided and Colette blinked once, then twice before nodding. "Uh, sure. Ok." She didn't know how she felt about leaving the queen of mean and the girl with a mean backhand alone in a room together, but anything felt better than...whatever that was going on in that room. Just as she left the room, Colette's phone buzzed again. She had ignored it the first time, but opted to glance downward to see Owen's text for help. And damn it, she needed his almost as much as he needed hers.
To: Owen
Your room. Now. Like, now now. Omw