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Chanel Nasiri

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a character in “City Living”, as played by predictmeifyoucan

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Birth Name:
Chanel Nasiri

Age:
22

Date Of Birth
June 11

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Occupation:
Freelancer
Barista
Sugar baby

Origin:
Oahu, Hawaii [0-1]
Austin, Texas [1-2]
Newark, New Jersey [2-4]
Raleigh, North Carolina [4-5]
Orlando, Florida [5-7]
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania [7-20]
New York City, New York [20-present]




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Personality:
| Kind | Manipulative | Selfish | Carefree | Indulgent | Curious | Materialistic |
Chanel does her best to be as nice to people as she can. The majority of the time, she's wearing a smile or is laughing. She tries to see the good in people and situations and is all around just trying to live life with as few restrictions as possible. This makes her come off as immature to some as she's already 22 and doesn't have a clear projection for the future, but to others she is seen as very free spirited and relaxed. She's always ready to do something fun, almost too much to the point that it actually inhibits are ability to get things done. She would much rather go to a concert or walk through Soho instead of doing actual work. To quench her extrovertism and need to do right by the world, she occupies a good chunk of her free time with social activism. In this way she can still interact with people while actually being productive. Her carefree nature can be charming, but also reckless. She likes to pretend the rules don't apply to her since growing up she was used to always getting things to go her way. She doesn't like being told that she can't do something, and if that something is even as trivial as her buying something she doesn't need to buy, she'll still ignore what she should do in place of whatever satisfies her in that given moment.

While she is an agreeable person, this isn't how she is by nature. Even as a child she has always been very manipulative and calculating, determined to get what she wanted. Because she also incredibly charismatic, her ways were mostly ignored, or completely masked for what they really were. She loves gossip and drama and always being in the know whether that involves having knowledge she shouldn't or following the latest trends. She feels the need to have the best and be the best because at her core she is very competitive. She's what most would call incredibly fake, and she was honest enough with herself to admit that such was probably true. Her cold nature comes through projecting her own insecurities in the disguise of confidence and aggression. She's always forced her ideas and personality onto people in a way that made it hard to resist, partially because she was intriguing, but also because she was intimidating. None of this changed until her brother's suicide attempt when she was eighteen. After that she was consumed with guilt because it was the people like her that almost took her brother from her, and even now she accepts some responsibility for his attempt. Her kindness and activism, then, is more so out of a need to make herself feel whole again and distract from the guilt she still feels over her brother's suicide attempt. Deep down she knows that this friendly persona isn't who she truly is and so she tries harder if not to convince others, then to convince herself.

Likes:
| Shopping | Novelty | Oranges | Candles | Organic | Collectibles |
Chanel loves buying things and acquiring new items. She's always up for trying new things and indulging herself. Much of her recklessness comes from little luxuries that add up. Although she is the exact opposite of a Type A personality, she likes to give off that aesthetic so that other people know as well. So she'll waste money on expensive organic juices, a multitude of curly hair products, pricey items from so called 'boho' stores, and expensive gym memberships. Her finances don't allow for it, but she chooses to ignore this and does as she pleases. Of all things, she has a guilty pleasure of buying authentic jewelry and pieces of art with lots of cultural backstory. Her dresser, if not her body, is an array of trinkets and bracelets that she 'just had to have.' She's also very big on music and loves going to concerts, even if that means going out of state to see someone live. Because she gets bored easily, she likes discovering new things. This is where her excessive shopping habit comes in, but also her tendency to scope out new restaurants and places she's never been before.

Dislikes:
| Settling | Work | Her Guilt | Restrictions | Familiarity | Pumpkin anything |
Chanel hates feeling tied down which is the main reason she hasn't found stability in the two years since moving away from home. Although she is trying to be a better person, she's used to being spoiled and thinking that only the rules she likes actually apply to her. Sitting for too long makes her anxious and as though she's not doing enough which in turn opens the door to her closeted guilt. She busies herself not only because she physically cannot sit down but for so long, but because she needs a distraction from her own self.




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Background:
Born to a veteran and a dance instructor, Chanel lived a relatively modest life. Before second grade, her family moved around a lot due to her father working in the military and within that time her younger twin brothers were born. Once her father finally retired, the family settled down in Pittsburgh where they carried an average but fulfilling life. Her childhood was a good one what with memories of the smell of Moroccan cuisine and the familiar, nostalgic sound of Arabic spoken by her father. Things were relatively simple and happy. One of the earliest turbulent moments that ever happened to her was when she was 10 years old. Her mother had gotten into a brutal car accident that reared her unable to to teach dance anymore. Similar to Chanel, her mother was unable to sit still for too long, her mother went to school for two years to get an associates in Nursing and has since stayed with that.

Apart from that, she would say she really enjoyed growing up in Pittsburgh where everything seemed to go according to plan. Her home life was good, as was school which was never problematic for her especially since she never had problems with fitting in. This lack of issue didn't stem from her simply not being concerned with the peer pressure that came with growing up. In fact, the opposite was true. Out of fear of being left out, she was very dominating over everything and formed her own rules and cliques, always being the ring leader of whatever she did. Her teachers dubbed her a leader because of her vivaciousness and willingness to take charge, but to others she was intimidating and even somewhat of a bully. However, due to her charm and discreet manipulative nature, she was able to keep friends and was well-liked among the majority of the peers.

Even though this was true, it could also be said that most liked her only on the surface, and didn't really enjoy her for what she truly represented. Such caused a lot of drama and tension when she entered high school. Chanel always found herself entangled in some form of drama and her cattiness only got worse as her need to be a part of something intensified. While her flaws were a driving force in the way she acted, it was never conspicuous enough in the presence of her persuasiveness and natural charisma for people to totally exile her. People knew that she was, for lack of a better term, fake. She would use people and tear them down and seemed to play games with people, just to prove that she could. Nevertheless, there were still many who would say that they didn't necessarily dislike her, but that there was something about her that made them wary of her true intentions.

By the time high school graduation came around, she was sick of all of her classmates, and they felt the same towards her. She'd lost most of her 'friends,' but didn't seem bothered by it all too much. So while she got through school mostly unscathed and used to being in control of everything, it wasn't until after she got her diploma that she started to experience the exact opposite. Chanel had decided to take a gap year before going to school, just working and enjoying life. Unlike her, one of her brother's had always struggled in school both academically and socially. It had been an issue for so long that Chanel pretty much ignored it, even as it worsened through middle school and into high school for him. She was at a party when she got a call from her mother, frantic and in tears, telling her that her brother was being rushed to the hospital after trying to kill himself.

To think about life before that moment is odd her now. To be able to fathom that her life was so normal before it happened feels almost surreal. After her brother's attempt, everything at home changed. With all of the stress that was now put on the family, her parents began fighting more, her brother declined mentally, and Chanel became consumed with guilt. She didn't understand the exact extent to her brother's bullying, but it was because she chose ignorance over action. Not only that, but she felt responsible because she was one of the types of people who drove her brother to suicide. Even with everything going on at home, she attended university the following year as planned.

At first it was a relief, a good distraction from her problems--from her guilt. She went in with the intent on being a graphic designer, but after just a semester she was convinced that college wasn't for her. She stayed another semester before dropping out and moving back in with her parents. She busied herself with working and tried to mend relations with her family. While things had improved over the past two years, she still couldn't look her brother in the eye without feeling guilty. Eventually, it became too much to handle and she left for New York City. The reason she gave her parents was that she didn't want to be a burden and wanted to go and start her own life, but in reality it was for far more selfish reasons.

While at first the idea of moving to the city was thought to be temporary, she has since stayed and tried to reinvent herself in different ways. She became more involved in social issues and now will sometimes write for different papers or websites if she is able to find a gig. Outside of that, she hasn't really settled down like she told her parents she would. Instead she had been doing many small jobs and typically only long enough to get her to the next paycheck before she gets bored and quits. As her interests continue to vary in this phase of reinvention, she completely thrusts all of her energy into a hobby and will try to find a job that correlates. Since she quickly bores, though, she never really sticks with anything and so has only really gotten her feet wet in the past two years since being in New York. To make her lack of security seem like less of what it is, she calls herself a freelancer, which isn't necessarily false. While the types of jobs she'll freelance varies, she has consistently stuck with social awareness writing and jobs that involve graphic design of some point, mostly for small companies. As of now, she's still all over the place but relies heavily on freelancing as a means of making money. This is harder, though, because she does not have a college degree and most clients are looking for someone with more qualifications. When finances become too tight, like now, she will get a more stable job, and so currently she works part time as a barista at a small coffee shop, but she's already considering quitting.




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5'10

Weight:
123 lbs

Face Claim:
Imaan Hammam

Hex code:
#c7256e

So begins...

Chanel Nasiri's Story

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C A R A - F O R R E S T E R

Location: Magic Kingdom
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
Cara was relieved that everyone was at the restaurant by the time that they got there. It was one less thing to worry about, and one less thing that Cara would have to be passive aggressive about today. She was pretty preoccupied with her own frazzled state, so she didn't take notice of how Collin and Chanel seemed slightly different compared to their normal personas. In her defense, she was still under the impression that Chanel was pretty hungover, so she wouldn't have been concerned about it regardless with her, and Collin... well, Cara would only blame Collin for having bad energy before she would actually care about something being wrong with him. It took a few seconds for her to get settled and relaxed before she could wave over one of the busboys to fill up their glasses of water, since that hadn't been done yet, and only after a few sips of that was she able to pick up her menu and skim through it.

She was only tuning back into the conversation when Holly spoke about everyone, especially Chanel, hating her. Rather than jump in to correct Holly, simply because it seemed unnecessary given that she was talking to Chanel and not her, Cara took a moment to pull out her phone and seize the opportunity. She would have blamed Roman aloud, but she didn't want to deal with Makayla claiming that it wasn't his fault, so doing it discretely was the best way to get her point across.


To: Roman
Good job. You broke her.

It was better for everyone that Holly's mood quickly turned back around at the thought of Christmas presents, but the selfish side of Cara wished that Holly remained upset just to prove the point to Roman. She could at least smile at the fact that Holly made it clear that she disliked Roman now too, and coming from Holly, that meant a lot. Cara nodded, her expression showing that she was playing along with Holly, but her smile was now genuine too. "She's right. We did a lot of Christmas shopping before we left, and Chanel's is definitely... [i]Chanel[i]-ish," she said, winking at Holly. They had been on Madison Avenue, where Cara was doing some Christmas shopping for other friends, when they had happened to pass the Chanel store, and of course, it had caught Holly's attention. She went through the works of asking if that was where Chanel worked, if she owned the store, and if she was named after the store, before Cara decided that it would be easier to show her what the store was, and of course they walked out with things that Holly claimed would be perfect for Chanel. She knew that it was probably only because it said Chanel on it, but she wasn't going to argue with Holly's logic, especially since the girl had found it to be very amusing. Even if the reference to the brand could have been guessed with how they were talking, at the same time, Chanel had a big personality, so "Chanel-ish" could have meant anything, so even if they weren't as slick as Holly thought they were, Cara would still play along.

She rolled her eyes at the reference to quenching Roman's thirst, because thinking about that kiss was the last thing she wanted to do right now. What was wrong with her? She couldn't think about any of that. No, right now she just wanted to think about eating and spending the rest of the day in a good and fun way. Even if she had been here a million times, Magic Kingdom, especially was supposed to be a place where only fun was allowed. "We can order a bottle," she nodded as she skimmed the wine list. She would only have a glass, but there wasn't any harm in ordering a bottle anyway.

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ROMAN || KILLENS
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"We were never friends to begin with, Holly," Roman said absently as he traced his finger along the menu. He didn't necessarily need to respond, but given the fact that he had resisted the urge to say 'Yeah, she does' when Holly proclaimed how Chanel hated her, he figured it was a fair trade off. Roman had never anticipated to destroy Holly's mood, and he didn't even register that he was the possible root cause until Cara texted him. That didn't make him feel anymore remorseful than he already felt, which was not at all. No one did anything to Holly, and given the fact that he didn't intend to hurt her feelings, he believed she had no reason for being such a brat. It was quite a twisted and backwards way of thinking, that just because your intent and impact didn't match meant that the other person's feelings were unfounded, but it was a philosophy that had been fed into him growing up, so he used it as an excuse.

He didn't continue to feed into Holly's anger with him, though, even at her coal comment. It was old news now, and most importantly, he didn't readily see himself getting anything out of it. His prior teasing apparently was atomic and the domino effect had led to an even more annoying Holly, something he didn't think was even possible. Even during the discussion about Christmas shopping, Roman decided against asking Cara what she got him. Right now he was most concerned with enjoying the cool air conditioned room and finding something to eat. He did look up from his menu for a second to glance across the table at Chanel, not because she was being unreasonably quiet, or for any reason in particular. Roman only looked up for a second, longer enough to catch the wide, closed-mouth grin she gave. "Ooh, goodie," she said. Like Chanel, Roman had no idea that the girls were alluding to something actually Chanel, which was likely a good thing because he wouldn't be able to let that golden moment pass, especially if he knew how that gift choice came about. For whatever reason, he was in a true dream-crushing mood.

He'd been so fixated on determining what he wanted to eat that he forgot the text alert he'd gotten not too long ago. If he expected a text from anyone, it would have been Brooklyn, so when he saw Cara's name on his screen, his face couldn't help but to drop in anticipation for whatever bullshit she was texting him about. He didn't know why she was texting him to begin with since the whole Holly-ocalypse was over, but when he read the Holly-centered text, it did make more sense. Roman was ready to put Holly in the past, which was obviously difficult since she was such a present headass. He wouldn't get anything out of sending a rude response about Holly, or saying it aloud, so he considered not even saying anything and began to put his phone away until a thought crossed his mind. After he thumbed his response, he waited to see Cara read it, and if she looked up afterwards to give him an ugly stare. If she did, he made sure to give her a nice wink to add insult to injury. "How would Cara help me with my thirst, Holly?" He hadn't planned on even communicating with Holly, especially since he had no idea what she was talking about, but he caught Cara's eye roll, so now he felt the need to capitalize off of that.

To: Cara
first kisses and now cheeky messages under the table?

To: Cara
flattered but this is moving a bit too fast for me

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"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Brooklyn said, scrunching her face in discomfort as she attempted to free her arm of Holly's grasp. There were times like now, when Brooklyn truly wondered if Holly genuinely couldn't comprehend how annoyed she got with her sometimes. It was nearly common knowledge that sarcasm was something that the girl couldn't grasp, and therefore, didn't really partake in herself, but the line she had come up with, about Brooklyn never being able to hate her, seemed so outlandish that sarcasm seemed to be the only logical way to explain it. That was especially true in context, when Holly claimed that Chanel could hate her, but Brooklyn couldn't. Brooklyn had never witnessed Chanel be anything but nice to Holly, and she could be openly mean to her, so it was baffling that Holly somehow felt differently. Even if deep down, Brooklyn cared about Holly more than she showed and didn't truly detest her, that didn't mean that there weren't moments when she truly and genuinely was annoyed with her and didn't want to deal with her. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this idolization, and though deep down she was flattered by it, there were definitely also moments where she wished that she could be viewed as cool and liked, but more expendable and replaceable, like Cara and Chanel seemed to be to her.

She should have taken it as luck that Holly moved on from her somber mood rather quickly as she began to talk about Christmas gifts, but Brooklyn wasn't in the mood to just accept her good fate and be good out of appreciation. "Sometimes when people talk about being 'thirsty', Holly, it means that they're not thirsty for drinks, but thirsty for sex. If that's what you meant, and I'm sure that that is what you meant, then I bet Cara could help Roman with his thirst. She helped Nick's with his, and he got enough sex to not be thirsty, so I'm sure she could help Roman out." Though she was speaking to Holly, her eyes remained glued on her menu, idly browsing through the wine list now that it was confirmed that she was getting a bottle. Obviously, she really did not have to go there, and she had been doing well enough today and yesterday that it was not only unnecessary, but probably unexpected too. Then again, Brooklyn couldn't resist, and you could never really put anything off of the table when it came to her. Sometimes all it took was boredom for her to find the desire to make everyone feel uncomfortable and angry with her, and she rarely had any reservations or regrets about doing so. "Collin's a good thirst-quencher too," she added with a small smile, as she flipped the page of the menu, once she had figured out what bottle she wanted to order. "I can personally vouch for that, so maybe he can help Roman with his thirst tonight. It is more appropriate for the boys to share a bed, right? Wasn't that what you were telling me yesterday?"

Before anyone could say anything, the waiter came over and asked if they were ready to order. It was perfect for Brooklyn, because it put the conversation on hold and allowed her the satisfaction of feeling like she had gotten the last word in, even if it was only temporary. After placing the wine order and giving her entree order, she handed him her menu and took a sip of the ice water on the table. She knew that she was wrong for stirring the pot like this, but she couldn't resist.

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M a k a y l a ~ W r i g h t
Hex Code: #FF8400
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It was hard for her to do, but Makayla was doing her best to tune out most of what was going on around her. It was something like a self-preservation mode that had to be turned on, because after breaking down in tears, she felt odd and vulnerable. She never cried in front of people, it just wasn't something that she did. In truth, part of that was probably due to the fact of how she wasn't really close with anyone in her life right now. She didn't have any close friends, only roommates, neighbors, and co-workers. No best friends, or even just a girl group that she could hang out with or party with. She was very socially isolated, and so it made more sense that when she did snap and breakdown, she did it alone. Besides that though, she just disliked feeling exposed and weak. Even when she did have those emotional breakdowns that everyone had now and then, she usually just did it in the shower where the tears would be washed away by the water, and the sound drowned out by the sound of the pounding water too. If she ever expected anyone to catch her crying, she would have assumed it would be Chanel, simply because they lived together. She never would have wanted it to be Brooklyn, and not necessarily because she disliked her, but more-so because she didn't trust her. What came out of the blonde's mouth just before the waiter approached, pulling Makayla out of her more distant state, was a good example of why she didn't trust her. She could go from being a decent person to the absolute opposite of that in the snap of a finger.

She paused only for half a second as she debated whether she wanted to do this right now. She could have sat back, said nothing other than her order, and watched as things played out in a way that was only destined to go bad. Cara would say something to Brooklyn that would spur a fight, Holly would only make it worse, maybe Roman would chime in and make it even worse. Makayla would watch helplessly from the sidelines and eventually blame Holly for it, forcing them to leave the restaurant and park, and forcing Makayla to hate herself for going on this trip. She could abruptly get up, pull Holly to the side and explain that she better pretend she didn't hear a word that Brooklyn said. Maybe those options would have been better, but right now, she had a moment of clarity that was allowing her to not care about what any of the others, or this waiter, thought of her or her "parenting" skills. She didn't care if it was rude to ignore the waiter for a moment, or speak to Holly sternly at the table. She was being pushed just as much as Cara was right now, by Brooklyn, but she didn't have as much patience as Cara did right now because she wasn't getting the brunt of Brooklyn's words, and she was still ready to snatch the girl by her hair. She knew how Brooklyn worked (sort of) though, and only because of that did she decide not to direct her anger at her. She wasn't necessarily going to direct any anger towards Holly either, but she was going to nip this in the bud.

"No, no, no, no, no," she said, leaning forward against the table, as she resisted the urge to actually lean over it and smack Brooklyn for that. Though she held a hand up in Brooklyn's direction, as if she were telling her to stop right there, she looked at Holly instead. "We're not doing this type of crazy talk right now. Brooklyn's going to get you to say something that's going to get you in trouble, so I suggest you pretend you didn't just hear any of that and keep your mouth shut, okay? Because I don't want to ruin your day and if you so much as even think of asking anything in regards to what she just said, we're going back to the hotel and calling this day a wrap, got it?" Even if it was awkward to do in front of the others, she didn't think it even came close to the awkwardness of Brooklyn's comments, and frankly, right now she didn't even care. She looked to the waiter as if nothing was wrong then, as she handed him her menu. "I'd like the Croque Monsieur, please, and she'll just have the kid's grilled cheese with a lemonade. Thanks."

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H O L L Y . M A D D O N
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #db0083
Especially with how Brooklyn had just alluded to multiple different juicy pieces of gossip, it would have been understandable for Holly to be incapable of heeding Makayla's warning, and still asking about it. It took her a little bit, even after Makayla had stopped talking, for her to comprehend what Brooklyn had said, but when she put two and two together, the look of confusion was evident on her face. Brooklyn was saying that Roman and Cara were going to have sex, Cara and Nick had sex, and that Roman and Collin were going to have sex. Those conclusions made Holly uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons, but it was easiest to blame it on how she wasn't comfortable with talking about sex in general. It was one of those things that she had lumped together with alcohol, drugs, and violence, that she attributed too strongly with her volatile upbringing. Even if she knew that "normal" people partook in some of those activities, and that they weren't as scary as she thought them to be, it wasn't something that she was ready to get over yet. Like with most things, this conversation could have went either way with Holly. She could have clung to it, refusing to drop the subject despite the consequences that had already been threatened from across the table. Brooklyn had just dropped a lot of information, so she couldn't have really been blamed had she chosen that option. She didn't, however. It was a good show of how she wasn't as dumb as she could act, since at least right now, she knew to take Makayla's words seriously. Even better, she took them seriously, but without her mood darkening either.

She pinched two of her fingers together and slid them across her lips, pretending to "zip" them, before doing the same across her forehead, since she was going to take Makayla's ban of even thinking about it literally too. Though her lips fell apart as she let out a small bout of laughter, she quickly fixed them, pressing them together tightly before pretending to throw the key away into the air. Just a second later though, she reached out into the air in front of her, pretending to catch something, before unlocking her lips and allowing laughter to escape once again. "I tried to throw away the key after I zipped my lips but Collin's big head got in the way and it bounced off of it and right back to me!" she said, clearly amused as the laughter continued. "I need a Band-Aid for Collin's head!" she insisted, still laughing to herself as she popped up out of her chair and hurried to Collin's side of the table. Once beside him, she brushed some of his hair aside and pressed her palm against his forehead, claiming, "If you press down on your cut, it will make it not bleed and then you'll be fine! Or I can use my invisible needle and operate on you and sew your cut back up! Pick!"

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After the earlier fiasco(s) and then a filling lunch, Chanel had every intention, and in her mind, right, to go straight back to the room and take a nap. She even considered taking up Makayla on the offer about the spa, but chose against it, mostly to spite Brooklyn. Not that the girl was depending on her going or anything, but Chanel felt a strange need to prove her wrong, which was essentially putting Brooke in the place of power. Still, Chanel did just want to be in bed and sleep off this mood she was in. It wasn't like her, and she didn't like not feeling like herself. The fact that it took so much for her to really be stirred to the point of a personality shift meant a lot had to push her to that point, and it usually jolted her. For someone so happy all the time, and who was training herself to stay that way, the slightest mishap shook her world. One bad moment was a bad day. One really bad moment was catastrophic. It was significant--indicative of a larger issue that she was making some huge mistake and that everything was going to, and had gone, wrong. Her issue with Collin earlier certainly set the tone for viewing every little detail that was less than favorable as being more important than it actually was, which was a stark contrast to how she was yesterday as she absorbed all the negativity and spit back a positive spin on it. She couldn't do that today, and while the day's events played a large role in that, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and deep down, she knew that. She'd been banking on the later version, but she also hadn't planned on almost sleeping with Collin. The news of last night just advanced the inevitable by a few several days, and Chanel wasn't prepared, not that she ever was. She didn't just need to be happy all the time: she needed to be perfect. She was so hard on herself because she felt like people were watching her so meticulously. She felt like people knew her secret, and so that pushed her to try harder, because maybe if she did that, she'd 'fix' herself and her life a lot faster. What she didn't realize, though, was that her big solution, her moving to New York to 'rebrand', was just a lavish avoidance mechanism. It wasn't obvious, until it was.

Last night would have shaken up any girl, but there was more to it, and Chanel felt it in her bones and in the way she fought back and forth with her mind to not stay in one place. As soon as one mistake happened, it was like a crack in a damn, and suddenly all of your other hidden insecurities pile against that crack until it widened and created new ones. She was breaking, and she needed a break because she wasn't at all prepared for this. It was one thing to be overwhelmed back home. Having a stressful week and then going home crying because the lady at Whole Foods was mean to you could easily be attributed to 'growing pains' and the common stressors of being a twenty-something in modern day New York City. It was easy to avoid. In Disney? The happiest place in the world? It took a lot more willpower to rationalize one of the happiest people in the group not being such in the happiest place on the planet. No one cared though. No one knew that she was berating herself in her head, cursing herself to get 'back to normal', inadvertently only furthering the issue. And she knew this was the case, but she couldn't convince herself of that. It was like a phobia. Yeah, sure. Planes are statistically far safer than cars, but that doesn't change the fact that you're scared of them. Really, the only way to get over it, was to just ride a bunch of planes or get into a really shitty car accident, or both. At least until something clicked in your head that this wasn't so bad. And that was her issue. That clicking part. It did it on its own time, and right now, it was taking a leisurely walk in the park. After useless endeavors to cheat this system, she decided to play along, the pool being a nice assistance to this.

She'd planned on just thumbing on her phone while warming up, but eventually got into the pool. And to her surprise, it was quite a nice relief. She couldn't have as much fun as she wanted since she was sure to be judged if she went on the slide by herself, but she enjoyed splashing along the perimeter and singing The Little Mermaid to Cara, just to annoy her. During her out time, she noticed a missed call from her brother, followed by a text not long after, telling her to call him back ASAP. Once he answered and confusedly assured her that everything was fine, Chanel's heart returned to her chest, but she couldn't help but question how stupid he could be for scaring her like that. "What's up?" she said. "Nothing. How's Disney?" Chanel swatted at the droplets on her skin for a minute as she delved into everything that had happened since yesterday, starting with how she almost didn't pack enough underwear. Before she was able to get into the part about seeing a girl with the cutest shoes on the way to the airport, she noticed he wasn't listening and was instead just absently saying uh-huh. "And then we ran over a dog," Chanel said bluntly. Pick up no her finishing tone, her brother returned. "Sounds really fun, Cha. How's your friend doing?"

"Would you stop being a pervert? She's not interested." Chanel groaned. "Why'd you call me anyway?" Her brother's tone changed significantly then, to one of actual interest, but also concern. She rolled her eyes, sensing that if this was even the slightest of bad news, she'd surely start crying because she had just started feeling better, which meant that she was at a very fragile state. Like being on the tip of a mountain, she was at the top, but she was also very susceptible to falling. "Hold on. Let me go back to the room," she said as she fumbled for her shorts in her bag. As she pulled them over her swimsuit, she considered against saying anything because she didn't want to be overheard, but decided to just say it in Arabic. "Is this something like really bad? Do I need to start packing my stuff?" While her words weren't total indicators, she knew he'd be able to tell what her tone was implying. "Nah, it's nothing like that. But...you're probably going to be pissed so."

By the time Chanel was inside, her body promptly tensed thanks to the freeze temperature on top of her being fresh out of the pool. She didn't think she needed to go back to the room until she got a text from Makayla.

From: Makayla

Would you mind grabbing my lighter out of my blue makeup bag and giving it to Collin? It should be in the bathroom

To: Makayla
no problem girl!!!

As if on cue, her phone let her know that she was down to twenty percent, so she figured it was inevitable. When she called her brother back after losing him on the elevator, she lounged in the hallway for a second. While the news wasn't nearly as horrific as she had built up in her head, which was a relief, that relief was quickly overcome with anger. "What the hell do you mean you don't have the ticket? Why hasn't dad bought it yet? I'm not staying in New York for Christmas, Dev." "Chill out. We'll probably get it, we just don't have it right now." Chanel pressed her palm against her forehead, trying to understand how and why she got stuck with this family of hers. She was just outside the door, and because she still wasn't used to there not being a room key, she fumbled for it in her pocket for a minute and made it halfway down the hall before she caught sight of her Magicband. "Are there even train tickets left?" she said once she was inside. It looked empty at first glance, even though she should have figured that Collin was the missing one from the group and would likely be inside. "They're going to be shit expensive," she groaned. She was now in the kitchen to get some water, and she probably would have missed the joints on the counter if she hadn't reached for a cup from the cupboard just over it. "What the hell?" she muttered. "What is it?" "Nothing, I'll call you later. Love you," she said, hanging up a second later. Because she knew Makayla was a total pothead, her initial assumption was that they were hers. Another second of thinking easily ruled that out, and for a brief moment, she thought maybe Collin had something to do with it since he needed Makayla's lighter for whatever reason, but he didn't seem the type. Then again, she didn't know him as well as she thought.

Chanel's first instinct was to hide it, of course. Because even if it seemed out of no where, the last thing they needed was for an employee to come through and see this. She decided the best place would be to place it somewhere staff had no business being, like in a suitcase or something, so she went to grab them, but heard someone behind her. It shocked her for a second, but once she saw it was Collin, she calmed, and wondered why she freaked out in the first place. Going by his expression, she could infer that he expected Makayla, which was hard not to grin at, she managed. While she was trying to be continue being stoic with him, her tone was lighter than her look. The scenario was funny, she would admit, because could only think of a dozen reason how and why Collin, of all the people in this group, got his hands on weed at Disney World. But she also wasn't going to let this slide so easily, and she planned on having fun with this and spinning it in her favor. So while it would have seemed like an awkward situation, especially going off of Collin's unexpected look, she acted normally, although it was probably clear that she was at least somewhat amused by this. "You're just all loose ends on this trip, aren't you?"

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For reasons that didn't need to really be explained at that point, Collin wasn't enthused when he found that it was Chanel who had returned to the hotel room. Everyone had seemed very settled in outside when he left, so he hadn't expected anyone - at least not Cara, Chanel or Holly - to return, and only Makayla because of his text. It could have just as well been Brooklyn or Roman coming up, and he would have been surprised and still wanting to punch himself for leaving the joints in plain view, but not as bothered as if it was Chanel. He should have known that things couldn't have gone easily for him. Out of everyone on the trip, it had to be her to come up and discover what he had just purchased, and seem to think it was funny.

"Not really," he objected, though his tone came out very plain and unbothered. "I just figured that I owed Makayla for letting you lose her sister, and she seems like the kind of person who would appreciate those more than anything else," he said with a shrug as he rested his weight against the frame of the door. Leaning against it, his eyes searched Chanel's face, and somehow, he resisted smirking as she toyed with the joints in her hand. In reality, only one of the joints were going to Makayla, and even that wasn't something he had planned when purchasing them. He could have let one go to Chanel too, if for no other reason than to keep her quiet about all of this, but he wasn't in the mood for his nice guy self who went out of his way to give every bit of himself away without even a request. He didn't doubt that Chanel would just take it if she wanted it, but he also didn't see her as a smoker anyway, so he figured that she would only do this to tease him - or to be a bitch, since that seemed to be her thing today. Pulling Makayla into it was one extra way for him to deter her from thinking that she was just entitled to one, though, because he was sure that she would feel differently about taking something that she thought was hers, versus taking something that she thought was his. "Two for her, one for me. I would've offered to buy some for you, but you seem like the kind of person who would choke on flavored vape pens," he added, finally then being unable to hide his own amusement with himself, though he still felt the need to be wary. It was easier to tell himself that he needed to be cautious and reserved than it was to implement it, when he still remembered the chemistry from last night - even if now there was a dark shadow tainting it somewhat. "So I'm sure you wouldn't want any, anyway."

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Chanel was pretty good for taking a joke, even a poor one. She wouldn't stop everything to get serious and pulverize the attempt, especially if the intention wasn't there. With Collin, things were different for many reasons. One of them being that she knew he was purposely being cheeky. And two, she perhaps wasn't as over everything as she thought she was because she felt an urge to say everything racing through her mind, and it was likely from earlier and feeling like she, somehow, didn't say everything she needed to say, so now was her chance to project. She could be objective, though, and she reasoned that Collin wasn't being totally serious, especially towards the end when she picked up on his more obviously joking tone, but she wasn't sure how to interpret it. They'd been in a light teasing match since yesterday, but a lot had happened within the past twenty-four hours. It made her fall into a feedback loop of wondering how much of this was in her head. It seemed like he was joking, but was he really being spiteful or was that all in her head because she was still annoyed with him? Or maybe she wasn't annoyed with him at all, and she was in fact as over it as she'd like to pretend to be, and instead he really was being spiteful and this wasn't all in her head. Even without a clear answer, she found a way to be annoyed regardless because she was never like this, never so racy and uncertain. So not only did he complicate things in real time, but he was fucking with her head too. But this couldn't be all on her, she reasoned. Yet despite that confident thought, she still cautioned from jumping the gun and decided to play it safe. So instead of verbally annotating every sentence of his, she settled for a simpler response. "You're full of shit," she said.

Chanel didn't take into consideration that Collin probably had an easier time being benevolent since he did remember what happened last night, or the fact that he wasn't such a total demon. For the time being, she needed him to be a vulture because she needed someone to blame so that way it was easier to handle all the guilt she was unsuccessfully trying to ignore. By this point, she did remember some of what happened from last night. She did remember kissing him on the boardwalk, and just in general being way too close to him. The very last thing she remembered was being in this kitchen with him, heading towards the back. Thinking about it made her cringe, and looking at him only ignited that fury she convinced herself she was so desperate to get over. But she couldn't simultaneously want to be angry, not address her issues, and move on from everything. Everything right now was total unpaved and uncertain, and that was what bothered her the most. It was unfamiliar territory, meaning she wasn't confident, and that was something she didn't handle well, because she was confident, bubbly Chanel.

"Let me see," she said as she opened the fridge to grab something to drink before closing it half a beat later. She'd decided she wouldn't elaborate no her previous statement, but now couldn't resist the urge, only because she couldn't walk away with this guy seriously thinking she didn't know how to light up, as if that was the important matter to be discussed. "All this shade coming from the guy who left not one," she began, growing more theatrical, and effectively losing her seriousness. "Not two, but three. Three joints on the kitchen counter." Chanel stopped for a second, her adrenaline getting the best of her and making her forget everything she had such a strong urge to say, like how she and Makayla didn't smoke with such sloppy people, or how one of those blunts were damn sure for her because Makayla wasn't the only one who deserved an apology gift, or even how she knew he had no intention of even doing the former. So as a way to fill what she perceived as being an awkward silence, she derailed a bit: "Um, and do I look like I vape to you?" Chanel associated people who vaped with being those self-righteous hipster burnouts with useless liberal arts degrees, like Classical Studies, from elite, private schools. In other words, she was far too esteemed for that, and Collin knew that. She would have kept going, but remembered she was here to charge her phone. "Anyways, that's rich talk coming from someone who needs a lighter," she teased. She placed one of the blunts between her lips before starting to squeeze past him. "You really didn't think this one through, did you?" Even if Chanel was still upset with him, she was now more removed from her enraged self, so she didn't feel the need, or the desire, to totally blow up again. At the same time, there was no point in being totally palatable since she'd essentially ruined her cover. She wasn't being nearly as mean as she thought she was being, but that wasn't taking into consideration how she tried to be sweet and nice to everyone. Maybe if she wasn't becoming enlivened over the sheer audacity of Collin to insinuate that she didn't know anything about weird, she would have seemed as mean as she that she was being, but what Chanel didn't realize was that being someone who was so melodramatic, sometimes it was hard to take her completely serious even if that's how she felt she was being.

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Even if Chanel was trying to be serious, or trying to express her distaste for him even somewhat, Collin found it hard to take her seriously. Between how offended she got at the accusation of partaking in vaping, and then into how she had to be so dramatic and theatrical by placing the joint between her lips instead of just holding it, he couldn't resist rolling her eyes as he watched her head towards him, before moving into the other bedroom. It was her bedroom, and maybe that meant that he wasn't allowed to just walk in, but he followed her in nonetheless. She had stolen from him, so following her to retrieve what was rightfully his wasn't breaking any rules in his opinion. "I wouldn't have thought that carrying a lighter on a plane would be legal, honestly. But 'not thinking things through' is rich talk coming from a girl who's stealing from Makayla," he said, turning her words back on her. He didn't realize that Chanel was going to get Makayla's lighter, or that Makayla had authortized that. He was only talking about the joint between her lips, because he still was going to bet that Chanel would be more resistant in taking from her than she would be from him. "You know she's from the Bronx, right?" he continued, as if that would hold more weight. Chanel wasn't from New York though, so he decided to be even more obnoxious by adding, "I know you're used to everyone being nice and peaceful with your Amish neighbors and all, but I wouldn't fuck with someone from the Bronx." It wasn't typical of Collin to be so purposely annoying and cheeky, but he felt like it was warranted. Chanel wasn't showing a playful side, but this was Collin's way of mirroring the way that she was pushing boundaries. She was doing it in her actions, and he was just doing it more bluntly through his words. "And she's capable of taking care of Holly too, which I think everyone knows we can't say about you after today, but which also means she probably surpassed the point of insanity a long time ago. Wouldn't be surprised if she cut your lips off if she walked in on you with that in your mouth." Although the maids had clearly been through already, as both beds in the room were made, it was easy to pick out which one was Chanel's, simply because the other was covered in stuffed animals that Collin was sure Holly hadn't left New York with. He casually perched himself on the edge of the other, and nodded to her. "Light it up. I dare you."

What was more frustrating than Collin's words were Collin's words. Every sentence she asked did he just say that? She didn't want it to be apparent that he was annoying her, since it was now more obvious that he was just trying to be aggravating, but Chanel wasn't known for her restraint. Until he implied that she was from Lancaster, she was mostly straight-faced, but she clearly returned him a look at that. Her and her brothers hated that place. With their stupid horse buggies and family-style restaurants. "Do I look like I'm from Lancaster?" she challenged, the question mirroring what she'd said about vapes, except this one was more rational because there's any black people in Amish country. As Collin went on about how big and bad Makayla was because she was from the Bronx, Chanel finessed through the blue cosmetics bag in the bathroom. There was no way he would know that, but since he wanted to go around acting like people were from Lancaster, he could deal. Chanel felt like she was totally justified in being cheeky, Collin however, she couldn't fabricate. After retrieving the lighter, and tossing her hair up into a bun, she stopped in the doorway, looking none too kindly at him. "Makayla's my smoke buddy and you're trying too hard. You should stop, you'll get wrinkles." Chanel didn't elaborate on the fact that Makayla would probably have her back regardless because they were from more similar social statuses than compared to Collin only because she wasn't interested in engaging the conversation. Chanel didn't address his dare either because she didn't need his permission. She'd smoke all three blunts at the same time if she so damn well pleased. She made her way over to the outlet on her side of the room and plugged her phone in. She took a picture of one of the blunts and texted Makayla.

To: Makayla
come light up

Chanel didn't sit on the bed, only because she was still wet. She could have changed into some dry shorts, but figured that would be too weird with whatever this tension was. "Get off my bed." Chanel picked up one of the pillows and tossed it at Collin's head. "Like you said, these two are for my loving smoke buddy, so you can fuck off and stop begging." Chanel didn't really intend on not giving him his own weed, but it wasn't like he really needed it, at least from a financial standpoint. He had to have gotten this short notice, so if that was the case, he could do it again. She lit the blunt between her lips and took a long inhale. Chanel was impulsive, but not stupid. If she was going to be totally reckless, then she'd do contaminate his own room. It probably seemed like she was just trying to making him follow her around like a puppy desperate for a treat, but she did plan on hijacking his weed until Makayla came. Before she did that, she headed back to the kitchen to find some snacks

Despite having a pillow thrown at him, being told to get off of her bed, and Chanel's delusional insistence on the idea that he wasn't going to get any of his weed, a smirk remained constant on his face. It was a stark contrast to how he had felt about her just a few hours earlier, but then again, could anyone hate someone who looked like this in a bikini? As a twenty year old boy who had (unadmittedly) just started embracing and acting upon his sexual needs more than ever, he definitely would vote no on that. "I feel like I should record this," he said, following her out of the bedroom. He knew that she was annoyed with him, but at the same time, if she didn't want to be bothered, she wouldn't have stolen what was his. "No one's going to believe me when I tell them that you're actually a bitch beneath all of those layers of Chanel-ness," he said, not speaking harshly or with an intend to offend, though he was well aware of how he wasn't necessarily complimenting her either. "But that's not a bad thing. You know, I actually think I like this version of you better. You're cute when you try to pretend that you're not flirting with me."

Who in the hell was this guy and what did he do with Collin? It went without saying that as soon as the words 'bitch' escaped his mouth she stopped in her tracks, placing the glass of water on the counter as she pivoted her head to the side, contemplating the past and future five seconds. She tilted her head even further, representing the continuous disbelief she was going through. Now he thought she was--she was flirting with him? She scoffed, a mixture of shock and amusement. "Let me explain something to you." Chanel took a long pull because she needed every assistance available to not grab a knife and stab him in his damned neck. As she exhaled, she slumped her shoulders, rolling her neck out. "I don't care which 'version' of me you prefer, first of all. Second, I'm cute twenty-five eight, so don't get it confused. And lastly, if you consider this flirting--" Before she finished her sentence, she shook her head to herself, because she was just feeding into this enjoyment he was getting. She wanted to pretend like her blowing up on him never happened for the simple fact that she needed to go back to when her entire persona wasn't tainted. She didn't at all regret laying the facts out to him in the manner that she did, but now she was shifting all responsibility onto him for being such a sudden pain in the ass and not letting her forget. What was worst was that she was trying to be normal and hear he was telling her that she was doing the exact opposite. So she stopped before she verbally decapitated him and forced a tight smile on her face.

"Keep trying me and I'm tossing your shit down the garbage disposal," she said. "You sharing some weed is the least you could do after ruining everything and you suddenly going all bad boy." Each time she told herself she would stop talking and remain curt, and overwhelming impulse rushed over her. She wanted to brush it all under the rug, but a stronger part of her was just still so bothered by this that before she could even quiet herself, she was blurting words out. "I mean are you seriously having fun with this, right now?" Her words were less angry than they had been a few seconds ago, because there was some underlying panic in her mind. Sure, he could get off easy with Cara because they were family. Even if they didn't get along, that was still her brother, and Chanel knew that if roles were reversed, she'd choose her family over a friend. Of course, it went deeper than that, but she wasn't about to get into any of that.

His smile was the only answer he really needed to give Chanel, but maybe she was right. He was enjoying being a little jackass a bit too much, and he whipped out his phone to prove it. He opened up Snapchat, filming her for a few seconds as he said, "Hey guys. Chanel just stole my weed and won't stop flirting with me. Someone tell my sister to unblock me so she can see this craziness." It was probably strange that he was bold enough to be acting like this towards Chanel, but wasn't actually bold enough to publish the video, but he could pretend like he had it in him to possibly do so. Part of him wished that Chanel wasn't actually holding the joint in it, because he definitely had it in him to mute the sound and just post a video of him being that close to a model-like girl in a bikini, if not on his story, then at least personally to a few of his friends who would gas him up over it. He set his phone down beside him quickly (though not before saving the video), only because he didn't doubt that she might smack it right out of his hands for the audacity of it, but even then, he couldn't stop provoking her. What was wrong with him? Where had this courage come from, and really, what the fuck was he trying to get out of it? Maybe it was the fact that Chanel didn't seem like Chanel, that made it easier for Collin to not act like the Collin that he was so used to being. "You can toss it if you want," he said, daringly nodding towards the sink. "There won't be any witnesses once they investigate your smoking buddy murdering you, though. And everyone's last memory of you will be of you flirting with me... so, it's your call." Situating himself more comfortably on top of the kitchen counter, he continued. "And maybe it was stupid of me to leave those out here before, even if I didn't have any reason to pin you as being a thief, but I think you win the idiot of the day award for running around here with that thing lit. Not gonna even put the top lock on the door or a towel by the bottom? I'd call you brave, but with the possibility of my sister and Holly coming in here at any moment's notice, I think you just get 'stupid' for now."

Chanel was still shocked by Collin's behavior. She was beginning to think this weed he had was dank--which she knew wasn't true because she could tell from the first hit that it was quality--but it had to be that he was just being so annoying that he was killing her high. Granted, it'd only been a minute or so since she'd started smoking, so she wouldn't feel anything just yet, but she was convinced that he was being that much a pain in the ass, plus she needed to blame him for something. The fact that he just totally ignored her and kept making a joke out of everything was what bothered her the most. Sure, she was pulling his leg by keeping his weed, but they weren't even in the same category of annoying right now, and they needed to be because what was happening was not only frustrating, but confusing. She would be lying if she said she wasn't somewhat intrigued by this alter ego of his, but she of course appreciated it less since she felt attacked. She was trying to remain calm so as not to feed into this other 'version' of her that he claimed she was being, but he was making her heart race and her blood boil, and not in a way that she enjoyed. Mostly because it was fueled by anger, but also because it was from something else that she didn't want to admit to. While trying to understand where this side of him was coming from, she was also trying to process everything coming out of his mouth, and since this had been happening for the past five minutes, it was safe to say she overloaded. He'd already insulted her once, and now he's doing it again? She was in utter shock by this point. Sure, she could have said something along the line like maybe being around his dumbass was having a negative effect on her, or how she really didn't care, but instead she settled for swiping the back of her hand across his face. It wasn't a total backhand, because there wasn't enough force or surface for it to be that, but she did snip enough of his face, and hard enough, for it to have some value. "Quit being a jackass. What the hell is your problem?"

Collin was caught off guard enough by Chanel's slap that he could have froze in shock and confusion, but it was a natural instinct to raise his own hand to touch the spot she had just hit. It was stinging, and somewhat warm due to the sudden increased blood flow, but he wasn't truly injured. He was caught off guard and and his cheek was tingling enough that he was sure she would leave him with a red mark that would take a few minutes to fade, but nothing that would actually cause any damage. "Verbally and physically assaulting me?" he said, rubbing his cheek for a second before dropping his hand, and allowing the smile to return. "I don't think it's me who has the problem," he insisted. "You're the one who can't seem to keep her hands off of me and my stuff," he taunted. "I always thought that you were a good influence on Cara. You know, the type of person who could make her less of a bitch, but I never knew you were so... feisty." He hopped off the island then, rubbing his cheek once more before glancing at his phone to see how much time had passed, and how much time they likely had before everyone else started coming back up. He didn't think the dinner plans were going to start for a while, so they had time, he hoped. "The Amish must be glad that you're not from Lancaster, with your bad energy, and drug habits," he added, very tempted to grab the lit joint from her, but knowing that he was better off not. He wanted to smoke, obviously, but he wasn't in that much of a hurry. He could get more if need be, though he didn't want to have to do that, and for right now, he was very content watching her strut around barely clothed, with it being apparent that he was getting under her skin as an added bonus for amusement.

What was perhaps furthering her frustration with Collin was the fact that he wasn't wavering, whereas it was apparent that she was. For one, it was highly unlikely for Chanel to feel not in a place of power, even if in this situation she wasn't totally powerless. Secondly, and most important: this was all coming from Collin. She'd dealt with arrogant guys who felt themselves a bit too hard, so it wasn't even that she didn't know how to handle him. It was the fact that it was coming from him. She told herself that he was only getting like this because his ego was stroked from last night, which made her feel a little bit better since she could position herself as being the sole reason he was being such an asshole, meaning she could just as easily take it away. Because just as this wasn't her, this wasn't him either, and he was having a bit too much fun. "I know you're on cloud 9 for half-assaulting me and everything so it's easy to laugh at me not finding this very funny," she began, knowing better now that what she was saying wasn't really the truth, but she wasn't here to play nice, and apparently neither was here. While she had calmed down a bit, she wasn't over this, and she intended on letting him know that. "And with your definition of 'flirting', last night makes a lot more sense since you're seeming a bit eager right now." Chanel was also walking around in a skimpy bathing suit smoking a blunt as if she had no fucks to give, which did have a kind of allure to it, but she was trying to destroy this mood as rapidly as possible. "However." She took another elongated draw. As she spoke, a trail of smoke followed in its place. "You're killing my high, so why don't you just take this." Removing the joint from her mouth, she placed it against his shirt, moving his hand to hold it in place. Chanel didn't care if he wanted one of the fresh ones, which she was sure was the case. Beggars can't be choosers, she told herself, even though she wasn't in a legit place of authority to be using that excuse. She reasoned against this, though. Since she was the one with the weed, she was the one who had the say so. "Stop while you're ahead, okay?" Chanel patted his face then exited the kitchen, en route to his bathroom. Just as she got to the bedroom entrance, lighting one of the new blunts in the process, she heard the door open behind her. When she saw it was Makayla, a wide, genuine grin grew. Chanel held out the remaining blunt and waved it some. "Hey, girl!"

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Though he didn't get angry, Chanel again, trying to claim that he had tried to sexually assault her, bothered him some. His expression changed to one of annoyance fairly quickly, and though he wasn't petulant enough to tell her to fuck off, grab his weed and storm off into his room, his smile clearly faded. It was fun to joke around and all, but part of that was because he had sensed that her own willingness to invade his space, and his plans, was because she had realized that she had been wrong earlier. If she had truly still felt like he had tried to rape her, or something, she wouldn't be interacting with him at all. Though he had come to some clarity about the situation in his own right, in understanding why she may have initially thought that and been worried, it didn't mean that he thought that his own reaction then had been wrong. She was entitled to her reaction, and he understood where the emotions behind it came from, but now that she had time to think, she must have realized that she had jumped the gun and let her emotions take the best of her, he thought. Apparently, he was wrong though, because she brought the accusation up casually, and maybe even somewhat jokingly- he wasn't sure. Either way, he didn't find it to be funny because it wasn't a laughable thing to be accused of, and it wasn't something he even wanted to jokingly be accused of. Although he heard the hotel room door open behind him, he didn't turn around because at that point, he was sure it had to be Makayla. It probably would have been best to regain his more typical Collin composure, and drop this conversation for the moment, but now he was feeling a tad less playful and tolerant, as the stress slowly crept back up on him and reminded him of why he had bought this weed in the first place. "I let you get away with smoking one of my joints when it wasn't intended for you, but you're not about to pass this dead one off to me and smoke a new one," he said, stepping towards her and extending the mostly-burned joint back in her direction. "I'm not, but not that nice."

He only turned his head back to look to Makayla then, and like Chanel, he smiled at her. "Hey Makayla," he said, with his tone definitely taking on a more Collin-like friendliness. "But yeah, this is what I was talking about. I originally bought a joint per day for the remainder of this trip, but I figured I could trade you one for the use of your lighter, and then she showed up and helped herself to this one, which she already smoked, so now I'm down to two left," he explained. "Chanel's lighting yours up now for you. Guess she thinks you're an amateur or something," he said with a light-hearted smile. With Makayla, it definitely felt more awkward to be a smart-ass, so his more awkwardly genuine humor came into play more. In a borderline aggressive grab, he snatched the joint that Chanel had been waving to Makayla from her hand. "And this one is for me."

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Chanel was satisfied, to say the last, that she'd gotten enough of a reaction out of Collin. His not so nice reaction was expected, and didn't bother her as much as it should have, only because she knew the root of it. It was insensitive, but again, being on her end was much worse than him being upset that she believed something could have happened to her. She didn't know that Collin was able to be objective about it at this point, which if she had, then she wouldn't have said anything because nothing would have needed to be said. But where she was right now, as far as she was concerned, he could be uncomfortable for once in his life. It felt like payback, so even when he snatched from her and she resisted the urge to snatch it right back, she wasn't totally pissed. However, this was on top of him being completely annoying for the past five minutes, so she was also at a point of exhaustion and futility. It wasn't too surprising that Collin would be so toddler-like about it, if not a bit amusing. Granted, it was his, and she was pulling his finger, but she didn't think it was a coincidence that his lifestyle was beginning to leak a bit. She still had posession of the lighter, and while she wasn't going to withhold it or anything, she didn't readily pass it along either and instead walked into the bedroom to open the windows. Chanel resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Makayla, not because Makayla was being annoying, because she was being her usual sweet self, but Collin didn't deserve any kind of thanks since he hadn't intended on sharing anything to begin with. She was also letting her annoyance with him affect those feelings, but Makayla was too grateful for her own good.

"Girl, stop. You're smoking," she said, handing her the one she'd just lit but had yet to really touch. "Save the Xans for the people who need it," she mumbled, hinting at certain people in the room. If the duration of the trip continued as it had started, she would definitely need to savor what she had. Plus, she needed to slow down just a bit since she would surely start feeling something soon. She took a deep breath, trying to relax herself while she turned on the exhaust fan. Chanel was confident that if she did run out, which hopefully she wasn't in such a low state that she would, Makayla wouldn't mind sparing some. She wouldn't automatically assume or anything, but they had smoked plenty of times before and would do so plenty of times after this trip. There had been times when Chanel was not only low on weed, but low in life, and Makayla had been sweet enough to help her out. While Chanel wasn't rich by any means, she wasn't struggling anywhere near the level that Makayla was. Most of her issues were outside of finances, even if she didn't have the financial liberties of the Forresters, so while she wasn't a money bank either, she never seriously wondered where her next meal was coming from. She knew her parents were always there to catch her if she fell, but there were times when she wanted to get up herself. And a few of those times, Makayla had helped her with that, even if the girl didn't know since Chanel did try to conceal any low points in her life. Even if Chanel felt like she needed a high, if there were only two blunts, and Collin had to have one, she'd offer it up to Makayla. It went without saying that the girl needed it way more than her. She wasn't about to give this girl a blunt she'd already started, not because they hadn't shared before, or because it would have made sense to split the two between them, but because Makayla deserved all three blunts to herself. She and Collin were stressed over issues they created; things that would pass. Your sister was forever and Chanel couldn't even fathom taking care of Holly on her own for a week, sweet as the girl was. Today, she wanted to be a bit reckless though. She knew she could wait maybe ten minutes and feel a nice high, but that part of her that hated feeling anything less than great was becoming so eager that it was beginning to seek out being stupid and destructive. If there was alcohol in the cabinet, Chanel probably would have taken a shot as well. After setting the lighter on the bathroom counter so she could stand on it to close the air vent, she sat on the edge of the tub.

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Even if this was his weed, and even if he wasn't close with Makayla, Collin still wasn't going to refuse to give her the extra joint if it came down to it. He hoped that Chanel would be a decent person and not steal two of his, forcing him to give Makayla his last, but he knew that despite being bold right now with his attitude towards Chanel, he couldn't show the same to Makayla. It was one of those things where it would translate strangely and awkwardly because he didn't know her like that, and because she was too sweet and quiet (much like he normally was). He just knew that it would come out more offensively than it would playfully, and he was too self-conscious, even in his current mood, to even risk coming across that way. Besides, then if Chanel ever complained about him, she would be the only one who could claim he had a side like that, and everyone could go on to believe that she was the crazy drama queen, making up lies about him.

He chuckled at her comment about already owing him, and despite being tempted to look to Chanel and tell her that he was glad that someone appreciated him, he held back, for that same reason of feeling like it would translate strangely with Makayla there. He was confused, though he didn't linger on the thought much, about the reference to Brooklyn having Xanax pills. Although having drugs as a whole wasn't a shocking idea, especially because Xanaxs were pretty common and not viewed socially in the same light as heroin, or meth, and the likes, he just couldn't imagine her on Xanaxs. She was not a hyper person in general, but she also didn't seem so laid back and calm that she took them regularly.

Now that Makayla had joined him, he at least got to finally light a joint since Chanel placed it on the bathroom counter, but he also felt like now his fun was over. He couldn't be a jerk anymore, and was retreating back into his normal shell of feeling misplaced and unwanted. He obviously was on Chanel's part, and for good reason given his current mood, but had they all not been in his bathroom and in theirs, then he probably would have left them and returned to his own to smoke alone. That clearly wasn't an option right now though, so he lit his joint, closed the toilet lid and sat down on top of it. He didn't have anything to say now, but he was content with his own silence since he had done enough talking over the past few minutes anyway.

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Makayla accepted the joint that Chanel handed her, and was impressed at how it felt heavier than the joints she usually rolled for herself. She had never pictured Collin as being a smoker, but he was at that age where he was probably experimenting with things and trying to figure out what he liked, she supposed, so she wouldn't knock him for his innocent front. She glanced at her lighter once Collin had returned it to the counter, but paused before grabbing it. Part of her wanted to just not say anything at all, because she had her weed, and that was all she needed, but the economical side of her couldn't bare to think that they were going to light and smoke three separate joints, all at once. "You wanna just split that one, and then light up this one if we go through that fast?" she said, nodding to the one in Chanel's hand. If the one Chanel was holding was as heavy as the one in her hand, she doubted they would need the other one, but she added that part in to retain ownership of this one. She didn't want Collin to think that she was saying she didn't need or want it, and give him the opportunity to retract the generosity, because she damn sure was going to smoke it, even if it wasn't right now.

Chanel pulled the joint away from her mouth, a devilish grin on her cheek before she gestured knowingly in Makayla's direction. She looked at Collin then. "This," she said. "This is why I like her. This is why I like you, Makayla," she said as she turned to the girl. "So...economical. Truly a gem, that you are. Here." Chanel patted the space next to her and extended a long arm towards her.

Makayla laughed at Chanel's response, but took a seat next to her. "If economical is the nice way of saying that I'm broke and have to think this way, then sure." She looked towards Collin then, nodding towards him, "Being able to light up a joint while another one in the room is lit and not even think twice is goals though." She was doing her best to be friendly and conversational, even if the latter wasn't one of her specialties. "I'm surprised that you even smoke, though. Were you aware of this?" she said, looking back to Chanel and taking a hit off of the joint before passing it back.

Chanel held her hand up, refusing to take the turn for the time being. "I'm good for right now," she said. The short and sweet answer to her question would have been a simple no. Collin just seemed like the naive, innocent, baby brother type, and that was also what Chanel had always painted him out to be. Remembering that in the moment, especially after the tension that just ensued, was quite jolting, because now she's not sure how she ever could think that he was sweet Collin, even though she could see he was clearly coming down from whatever high he was on just minutes ago. "There's actually a lot I'm learning about Collin," she said with a sweet smile in his direction. "Turns out he's more than just your average rich white guy with no real qualms." Chanel wasn't the type of person to be so blunt in that regard, but she was starting to feel the effects from the weed, making her care a bit less about what came out of her mouth. Not to be spiteful, but because she didn't feel any repercussions to what she was saying. "Turns out...he's a total slut and has a superiority complex. Must come with the name." She indirectly just dissed her own friend with that last part, but she didn't mean it maliciously, so she figured it wasn't that bad. "I'm not trying to be mean," Chanel said with a light laugh. "I know you're not a total slut because you don't have enough friends for that."

Makayla giggled at Chanel's words, but it was more of a nervous and unsure one, rather than actually amused, because Collin only laughed amid an inhalation, leading him to start coughing. Though he didn't seem bothered by Chanel's words, Makayla still felt awkward. On one hand, she was impressed that Chanel had it in her to be so blunt, but she wasn't sure if that was actually admirable in this situation because it seemed so odd. She didn't know what had happened between the two in the past day, or even the past ten minutes, so she only knew the relationship that they normally had, which she assumed to be pretty standard, and based on Collin being Chanel's brother. She wondered if it was the weed that was making Chanel so upfront and offensive, but she also wasn't that close with Chanel (or that type of person in general) to want to chastise her for it. "Hey, hey, hey!" she warned, though her voice was as soft as it normally was, and she was smiling still. "It's coming out mean, even if it wasn't meant that way." If she and Chanel were alone, she probably would have laughed more genuinely and agreed with her, or actually even pressed for more information on what she was talking about, but she felt uncomfortable sitting there while Chanel casually went in on Collin like that. "Good vibes only while I'm smoking, please!"

Chanel patted Makayla on the shoulder, not registering the girl's discomfort. She didn't take her light words all too seriously, as her mind was focused on the fact that she needed some snacks. When she was actually smoking correctly, which for her tended to be ritualistic almost, she always had snacks on hand. "Okay, well, you guys can good vibes it out while I go find some snacks." Chanel stood up, noticing that her body felt a bit heavier while her head felt a bit weightless. She wasn't so stoned that she couldn't comprehend that she was finally starting to feel something, and in reality, she didn't really need to smoke anymore, but she did plan on returning with some snacks and smoking some more. What did she have planned out was there being no snacks. When she opened one of the cabinets, she ended up staring at it, blinking emptily as she tried to comprehend why there were no Cheetos. It wasn't so much that she didn't understand that no one had bought any snacks, but what she couldn't get over was that they were at Disney and they're didn't have basic junk food like Cheetos?

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An exhale of smoke clouded his view, but that was okay, because he wasn't particularly interested in watching Chanel leave the room anyway. Though it normally depended on the quality of weed he was smoking, it never took Collin too long to start feeling the high. Luckily, this strain was pretty high-quality and therefore, by his third hit, his body definitely felt more relaxed than it had a few minutes ago, and his mind almost just as much. Clearly, as he started coughing for the second time in just a few minutes, he didn't smoke regularly, though. Once he cleared his throat, he looked towards Makayla with a smile. Although the silence normally would have felt awkward (and maybe it still was), he didn't pay much mind to it now. He wasn't trying to break it to avoid awkwardness by speaking, but was just carelessly making conversation. "I don't know how you live with her," he said, his eyes flickering towards the door that Chanel had disappeared out of, though it was probably a given that he was talking about her regardless.

Despite smoking regularly, sometimes multiple times per day, Makayla never really struggled to reach her high. Even with low-quality weed (which this was not), it never took her enormous amounts to get her where she needed to be. It wasn't something she, or her wallet, could complain about. Although Collin was talking to her and she was going to answer him, she had remembered the hoard of snacks and souvenirs that Cara had insisted on letting Holly purchase on their way out of the park earlier in the day. Not only did Makayla dislike Cara spending so much of her money on Holly, especially when it was stupid things, she also disliked the idea of Holly getting comfortable with being able to splurge on stupid stuff. Admittedly, Holly wasn't high-maintenance and for the most part, she was pretty simple and content material item wise, compared to a normal sixteen-year-old, but still. It didn't take much to get Holly hooked on things, and she didn't want her to think that this was normal. Besides, there was no way that they were going to have room to bring home everything that Cara had already let her buy, and they were only on their second day of the trip. "Cara let Holly buy a bunch of junk food that she's not going to eat," she said, ignoring Collin momentarily in favor of calling out to Chanel. "You can grab that!" She recalled their being bags of gourmet popcorn, Mickey shaped rice crispy treats, sour gummy worms and pretzels, among other things. She wasn't trying to rush smoking, but especially since they had another untouched joint, she took another hit before remembering that Collin had spoken to her. "I couldn't have asked for a better roommate, honestly," she admitted, tilting her head to the side slightly as she continued with, "Why? You two have beef?" She wasn't really one for gossip, especially in this group, but between Chanel's own words and then Collin's, it was hard not to wonder.

"I wouldn't call it beef," Collin said, exhaling another bout of smoke. He was rushing to finish his joint, but only because he knew that he would end up getting paranoid if it took him too long to smoke it. He was relaxed now, but if the minutes began to move too slowly, he would become convinced that someone was going to walk in on them, or that the smoke detector would go off or something. Although he felt too awkward to show too much of an attitude with Makayla, he was beginning to feel more transparent and less bothered about her perception of him. It seemed like there was a difference between being honest and being a jerk, anyway. "She just seems to think that she can do no wrong, I guess. Likes to call out my sister on stuff like that, but doesn't realize that they're one and the same."

"Soooooo... you guys have beef," she countered, raising her eyebrows in intrigue before laughing and taking another hit of her joint. It was easier to act like this wasn't strange, and was actually somewhat funny, now that her high was present. In reality though, it was weird. She didn't think Collin and Chanel were even close enough to fight, and that wasn't even considering how odd it was for them to be doing so given that they were both very nice and non-confrontational seeming. "Like I said, I only like my good vibes when I'm smoking, so I don't wanna hear none of it! Chanel's a good girl, and a good roommate, and that's all I wanna know about her."

"All right, all right," Collin said, surrendering with a half-smile. He wasn't going to press the issue, only because of the "good vibes" part. Then again, as he continued, maybe that reasoning became more faulty. "All I'll say is that I hope she's a better roommate than she is a babysitter, because that incident earlier was all her fault." If he couldn't bash Chanel for being a bad person, then at least he had grounds to say that. "This weed is also my apology for my minor role in that, by the way," he offered more playfully.

The last thing that Makayla wanted to relive while she was trying to get high was the event involving Holly running off, so she purposely didn't respond to Collin then. She could tell that he was trying to be funny and light-hearted while still going in on Chanel for whatever reason, and she got that, but she just didn't want to be talking about her sister while smoking. The thoughts about earlier were stressful enough as it was, but she also disliked having conversations with other people, especially people she barely knew, about Holly's imperfections. It made her feel uncomfortable, probably because when it came to Holly, she often felt like people were judging her sister, and that brought out a defensive side of her. It wasn't something that she wanted to embrace right now, so a moment later she returned to the conversation with a different topic. "Do I get to hear about whatever you did that makes you a slut?" she asked with a giggle. "Or do I have to wait until tomorrow's lunch for Brooklyn to bring it up and tell everyone?"

Collin could feel his face grow warm at the reference to Brooklyn, but mostly because of how brazen and outspoken she could be. While those could be good traits in some people, like how Makayla had put it, it often wasn't when it came to Brooklyn. He didn't doubt that she would tell anyone and everyone about their sexual experiences, especially if he hadn't done something right or as smoothly as he would tell his friends he had. That wasn't what Chanel had been referencing, obviously, but he decided against being a jackass and telling Makayla that Chanel had only called him a slut because she was too embarrassed to admit that it was her coming on to him all last night, and not the other way around. If Chanel had called him a slut in private, with the attitude he had a few minutes ago, he definitely would have said that to her, but not to Makayla, or with Makayla in the room. "Sure," he laughed, although he didn't know what story to make up to satisfy the need for a story that ended in him appropriately seeming like a slut. He figured he could come up with something. "But can I ask you something?" he said, his voice curious and thoughtful, no longer joking. "Is this really the first time you and Holly have gone on vacation? Your parents didn't take you when you were kids?" It was something he had thought about sober, but high, he was thinking more deeply and thoroughly, and for some reason, suddenly decided that it was a socially-acceptable question to ask.

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By now, Makayla understood that Cara and Collin were very privileged. If she didn't know that before this trip (which she did), then she had no way of avoiding that truth during this trip where she saw how carelessly they could spend without even batting an eye. Cara had even reassured her that their father was just as nonchalant about their enormously wasteful ways, so it was clear that it wasn't just that the kids were spoiled brats who forced their father to work day and night to fund their lavish lifestyle. They just really had that much money, where they could all spend this way without having to think that it was abnormal or extreme. Even if she wasn't shocked by their privilege, it was still strange to her that they appeared to think that her situation was the unusual one. Granted, the Forresters and her both fell on the extreme ends of the privilege spectrum, so Makayla was very well aware of how her situation was atypical as well. She understood that most people grew up in decent households, where they actually had parents to raise them, rather then end up in jail, leaving them to care for themselves and their drug-addicted girlfriend's daughter. She understood why people could have questions about her situation, and those were fine, but it surprised her that it was really that odd to Collin that she had never been on a vacation before. She was sure that that couldn't have been that rare. At least not to a point where it warranted to shock and thought that seemed to prompt Collin to ask the question.

She normally would have cringed at the question, and though even high, she did scrunch her face up at it some, just to visually display her discomfort, she felt more compelled to answer it right now. "My mom was arrested for prostitution when I was eight, and I basically grew up taking care of myself after that because my dad was really into drugs and shit. When l was twelve of thirteen, Holly and her mover into our house. Holly was probably four or five then, and I remember to this day, crystal clear, that the first night they spent with us, her mother crushed up Benadryls and put it into Holly’s food because she wouldn’t stop asking my dad questions, and that was what allowed them to spend the rest of the night smoking crack in peace and quiet." Despite that being a grim recollection, Makayla smiled, almost as if she was amused at what she expected Collin's reaction to be. Chanel was walking in then with her arms full of things, and Makayla looked to her with a smile, but glanced back at Collin to add, "So needless to say, neither of us really grew up with anyone anxious to take us skiing or anything. I was always more focused on making sure that she didn’t end up with broken bones from waking someone in our house up than i was with being upset that i never got to go on vacation or whatever." Acknowledging Chanel's presence then, she playfully added, "Still not really bitter about it, but then again my people were a different type of people than the Forresters and the Nasiris, so it’s hard to compare with what was probably normal for you guys."

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Cara had not originally planned on drinking while tanning. She enjoyed the practice, and it momentarily made her feel like she was back in summer mode, but she originally had not planned on drinking at the pool. It had just sort of... happened. One mojito to refresh herself and cool off somehow turned into three, and just as Makayla pulled her out of the sleepy trance she had fallen into after turning onto her stomach to give her back some time to color, she realized that she was ready for number four. She didn't even feel drunk until she felt Holly's cold, wet hands touch her skin, and she was forced to roll over and sit up. The change in position was what finally allowed her head to feel a bit wobbly, but since she wasn't trying to get drunk, it wasn't as welcomed of a feeling as it would have been if that was actually her goal. She had probably gotten an hour of sleep total, in on and off periods, while laying out, so she couldn't complain about relaxing, but she had also barely gotten three hours of sleep the night before, so she still wasn't feeling fully restored. That was why it took her a few seconds to process Holly's words once she was sitting up and collecting herself mentally. She slipped her sunglasses back onto her head and grabbed her glass, only to realize that she hadn't waved down one of the bar staff manning the poolside area after finishing it earlier. If nothing else, Holly's arrival had been useful because now she could order that extra drink.

She briefly scanned the area behind where Holly stood beside her, hoping to catch the eye of one of the staff members in the area, but eventually she refocused on Holly. "Sunscreen?" she repeated, turning and glancing towards the small table beside her chair. Her phone was there, as was her empty glass, and though she was sure she had brought a small tube of sun screen out since she liked wearing it on her face, it wasn't there. She must have left it in the room, she realized. Handing Holly the towel that she had balled up and had been using like a pillow, she nodded and slowly got to her feet. "We can go get your sunscreen, yeah," she agreed, as she slipped her feet into her sandals. She knew that Makayla had excused herself ten minutes, or so, earlier to do something, but she couldn't remember what she had said, as she had been half asleep at the time, or else she would have just texted her and asked her to bring it down. "Are you having fun? The water slide looked really cool," she said with an interested smile as they headed away from the pool.

She noticed Roman and Brooklyn sitting at a table near the carousel themed bar as they walked by, but didn't say anything. She was more so confused about where Chanel had run off to. Collin's absence didn't faze her, but she didn't remember Chanel leaving, so it warranted a text, as she assumed that she had to be somewhere in the area.

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Always leaving me :(((((((( where did you go? The mojitos are phenomenal btw! Order me one I'll brb

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If Chanel had been present during the conversation to understand what Makayla was saying, or even if she wasn't so high that she couldn't infer or care, she would have made it very clear that there was no Forresters and Nasiris. To Makayla, it probably seemed that they were on in the same because, to be fair, the three of them did live relatively comfortably as far as average standards go. Surely to the other two, Chanel's wage-based lifestyle was sympathy-inducing, but by normal perceptions, Chanel wasn't so worst for wear. Like most people her age, living in one of the most expensive cities in the world, Chanel wasn't superfluous in the money realm, and she was self-proclaimed as broke. She wasn't Makayla broke, but she was broke for where she was used to being in life and where her life standard had always been, which was in the middle class. Had she struggled her entire life, then understandably being where she was now would seem much more fortune than it was to her. Still, she didn't at all consider herself to be on the same level as Cara and Collin, as in a similar manner as Makayla had just experienced, she'd witnessed things they'd done and heard things they said that boldened that distinction. Chanel grew up going on vacations, but nothing ever like this, and they were never routine. Chanel had to go to school for a better life outlook, and while her parents helped her where they could, they couldn't support her living in New York City and pay for her school at the same time. Chanel was comfortable, but she wasn't lavish.

"Jackpot," she said while dropping the food on the floor. She tossed a bag of popcorn into the bathtub, which was initially probably very odd, but made all the more sense when she did something even odder by bringing back a pillow and one of the spare white blankets from the bedroom. After getting situated in the tub, the pillow placed just behind her hand, she pulled the blanket to her chin and began fiddling with the plastic twist on the popcorn bag. "These things are so annoying," she mumbled. Chanel was high, but she was also in a particularly lethargic mood because she hadn't gotten as much sleep as she needed the night before (although compared to Cara, she couldn't really complain), the day's events had been particularly taxing, and she had just been given bad news by her brother. In total, she was just ready for the day to be over with and taking a nap, or just sleeping the rest of the day away was something she had no problem with doing. Typically still very social, even in a relaxed state like now, she didn't have the interest to converse like she normally would. Even if she had been with her phone to see Cara's text, there's a chance she wouldn't have even answered it. After succeeding in getting the bag opened, she uttered a faint "Yes!" She tossed the popcorn up in the air, widening her mouth to catch it, just to miss. "Aww man." Her frown turned into one of amusement shortly after when she picked up the failed piece and tossed it in Makayla's direction.

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'So much for good vibes...' Collin thought once Makayla had finished explaining why she had never been on vacation before. He obviously felt stupid and bad for asking now, since her answer wasn't what he had been expecting, but there definitely was a small part of him felt like she could have just made things easier for both of them and given him a simpler explanation... just said no, that their parents didn't like to travel, or something. It was unfair to expect someone to lie to comfort his ignorance, rather than give him the truth that he asked for, and he knew that, which was why his face reflected only surprise rather than annoyance. He didn't know what to say or how to respond to that, and there probably was no proper response to give to such a jarring reference to her youth, so oddly, he was relieved when Chanel returned. She brought in snacks before disappearing and then returning with a pillow and blanket, and situating herself in the bath tub. Collin felt like laughing and letting her know how silly she looked, and he did crack a smile, but he was in such a weird mood that he was beginning to dislike how he felt too much to sit still. The high wasn't the good kind of high where nothing really mattered, and it wasn't because of the weed, but because of himself. His mood all day had been uncharacteristic of him, and this in itself was uncharacteristic as well. He probably could have had a nice afternoon had his original plan been satisfied, where he would have smoked alone, but pretending to enjoy the company of Chanel and Makayla wasn't working. He felt misplaced, awkward and unwanted, and all of the feelings probably weren't even just there due to his own paranoia, but rather, well-suited for the situation. This wasn't fun, and even though he had a lot of weed left in his joint to smoke, he suddenly felt too antsy to continue.

"I'll be back, I need to get a drink," he said, knowing that his presence wouldn't be missed, and deciding to capitalize on that. Collin wasn't typically a spiteful person, but even high like he was now, he could still feel bitter about Chanel ruining his plans for the afternoon. First she accused him of rape, then she stole his weed, and now she was making him feel unwanted in his own bathroom, in the hotel room that his family was paying for her to stay in, all while smoking his weed!?Unacceptable, and unfair. He had to level the playing field, that was all, he thought, as his persona from earlier crept back out. He carefully shut the bathroom door behind him, and returned to the kitchen where he put out the joint, but he didn't dispose of it. Instead, as the last of the smoke slowly trailed off of it, he brought it into Chanel and Cara's room and placed it on the nightstand that separated the two beds. It would have been more fair game if Holly wasn't also staying in that room, but Collin wasn't thinking about her. He wasn't trying to piss off Makayla either by hoping that the potent smell of weed filled her bedroom either,
but mostly just Chanel. Just as vengeful as it felt, it was also amusing to him - and it just barely allowed his mood to pick up as he tip-toed out of the hotel room and headed back down to the pool. Realizing that he probably smelled like weed, he opted to dip into the elevator, rather than take the stairs once he saw a family in his path to the stairs, and it was a smart move on his part unknowingly, since he would have passed Cara and Holly going that way too. He couldn't shower right now to get the smell off of him, put he was sure that a dip in the pool would do the trick well enough, replacing the smell of marijuana with chlorine.

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Makayla wasn't offended by Collin's lack of response to her explanation. She hadn't expected that he would have anything to say, and with how Chanel had just come in then too, the change in the room was an excuse for the silence on his part. The snacks that she came in with were well received on Makayla's end, as she grabbed a rice krispie treat from the floor, and they allowed Collin's exit to go unnoticed by Makayla. She placed the joint down on the edge of the tub for a second as she tore the plastic packaging off of the treat that was covered in M&M's, before pulling a piece of it off and popping it into her mouth. She rolled her eyes upwards and tilted her head back, dramatizing how good it tasted as she let out a moan of delight. "This is so good," she said, leaning backwards to hand it to Chanel for her to take a piece off of it. She handed the joint to her as well, after taking a quick hit, before re-positioning herself to be seated on the floor where it was more comfortable. "And let me have some of that," she said, motioning to the bag of popcorn that she dug into once Chanel extended it her way. Like most, Makayla tended to eat a lot when she was high, but then again, "a lot" was relative to what she normally ate. She had a normal sized appetite and could eat a lot, but even when she was high, she knew better than to run through all of the food they had in the apartment. She was on a budget, so her munchies usually consisted of eating the leftovers from the meal that Holly picked at, or some off-brand chips that she had gotten on sale at work. None of that mattered high, though, but right now, since she had actual good food on hand, it felt all the more pleasurable to be eating it. "I heard the two of you got beef. Do I have to cut a bitch for you?" she said, giggling as she looked to Chanel with curiosity and amusement.

There was a clear shift in energy when Collin took his negativity elsewhere. Chanel didn't attribute it to his docile tantrum, since even given his odd personality change earlier, she wouldn't peg him as being so petty. Additionally, he was Cara's brother, so it probably wasn't that surprising that he had that bone in him. Nevertheless, Chanel just noted that things seemed to change once he left, at least where she was coming from. She figured it was because it just being her and Makayla was something that was very familiar to her, and that was probably what she needed most today when she felt so outside of herself: some familiarity. She never would have guessed this to be the solution, but she couldn't suppress her smile as she puffed. Her and Makayla wasn't particularly close, even Chanel could objectively admit that, although she did like to think they were actually friends and not just acquaintances. She admired the girl's silent strength. She didn't have to say or really do anything to give off the vibe that she seemed like the type of person to put someone in their place when the time called for it. Chanel admired it probably because it was sometimes a trait she wished she had herself. She never had issues with being the extrovert she is, but there is also an allure to quiet people, and that was something that always confused her. But similarly, while introverts couldn't be loud all the time, she couldn't be quiet all the time either. There was a beauty in both sides, and that was also likely why the room felt more balanced with just the two of them. She was too high to even begin to vocalize that, so instead she just chuckled as she thought about how she sounded like such a hippie, but it probably seemed like she was doing that in response to Makayla's question.

"I'm straight vegetarian when it comes to that shit. No beef," she said before snorting a second laugh. "No chicken, no fish. None of that. But if you want to cut him, go for it. Some people need to get their knees scraped. Makes life more interesting, you know? My little brother has this scar on his knee. When he was, like, I don't know, seven? We were jumping on the bed or something and he landed on this pair of scissors and it went straight through." In an odd reaction to a quite jolting story, Chanel leaned her head back and laughed, shaking the memory out of her head. "I just remember freaking out and screaming, but not even because he has a pair of scissors in his hand. I was sooo afraid my mom was gonna come in there and beat my ass. That's why I was crying. God, I am the worst," she said, meaning the last sentence a bit too genuinely.

“Through his knee?!” Makayla exclaimed before her expression distorted to one of disgust. She shook her head then, laughing some. “Girl, I would’ve been passed out on the spot having to look at something like that, that’s crazy.” She popped another handful of popcorn into her mouth, appreciating how salty it was in comparison to the extremely sweet Rice Krispie treat she had been chewing on a few seconds before. “I wouldn’t blame you for those tears though. You’re the oldest right? Always getting blamed for shit we didn’t do,” she laughed, shaking her head. It was never so much like that with her and Holly, where Holly would do something stupid and then get babied while she got blamed. Holly was never babied or coddled by their parents, but it was similar enough in the sense that if Holly did something, Holly would get in trouble, but Makayla would also be deemed responsible simply because it had somehow become her job to keep the child in check. “But you’re the only girl, right? I’m sure your dad always took your side. Isn’t that a thing for most people?” she continued curiously, before giggling for no apparent reason as she clarified with, “Like, dads go easier on their daughters than their sons?”

Chanel took a long draw and held it in for even longer. She didn't need anymore, as her was not only sustained, but increasing. She rotated the joint in her two fingers, examining it, but really she was stalling. She let the smoke out through her nose and held out her hand for more popcorn. Delicately balancing one on her tongue before eating it and repeating, she fell into a prolonged thought. It could probably be explained with her being high, and that was it in part, but there was no straight answer, not for her at least. Chanel nodded some. "Yeah, at least in my experience. Which is probably why my brothers hate me now." Trying to relieve the tension she felt in her throat, she forced a laugh. She wasn't intentionally exaggerating. No one hated anyone in the family, but she felt disgusting because of what happened, so even if her brothers didn't hate her, she knew they had reason to, and that was all that mattered to her. "I never thought of it being, like, a daughter thing. I just thought it was because I was the firstborn and really, I don't know. My mom says I'm charismatic, I guess." In an odd display of shyness, Chanel shrugged, not wanting to come off as braggy. "The little manipulator of the household. That's me. I'm shit for it, but I'd want you as a big sister. My oldest brother would have adored you. He's such a sweetheart. Like you!"

Makayla couldn’t sense that Chanel had any negative feelings while she was reminiscing. Between the fact that they were both high, and that Chanel’s own issues were really only being internalized, she had no reason to sense them anyway. She shook her head and laughed though, another handful of popcorn occupying her mouth for a moment before she motioned for the joint. What she really needed right now was a glass of water, but she was too tired and relaxed to get up and get it. She took a draw, before handing it back to Chanel. Though the girl had insisted she was fine earlier, Makayla was too accustomed to actually sharing when she was sharing. Especially when she hasn’t paid for the weed herself, she didn’t want to come across as hogging it. After an exhale, she smiled. “Stop acting like you’re the devil and I’m the angel over here! All i needed was two minutes alone with Holly earlier and i swear to god she would’ve been asking you to adopt her,” she said, rolling her eyes but laughing lightly. “I’m sure your brothers love you. I mean, if this one,” she continued, nodding to the spot where Collin had been sitting, “can get along with Cara, your brothers don’t know how lucky they are to have you.” She wanted to laugh at the thought, but looked back at Chanel with a more genuine smile, “And I’m still practicing my good vibes motto, so I’m not saying that to be a bitch, especially because i know you two are tight. I know Cara has a good heart, she just seems like a hard person to grow up with.”

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Chanel nodded thoughtfully. Even if Makayla clarified to point out that she wasn't trying to be gossip-y, but for Chanel being around her so much, she knew what the girl meant. She couldn't really speak to how it would be growing up with her, because people do change over the course of their life, and that was just from personal experience. While Chanel had a Cara-like personality growing up, she switched it up when she moved to New York, so maybe it was the reverse with Cara. She was more than likely just giving Cara the benefit of the doubt because that was her friend, but she would be ignorant to say that she didn't see where Makayla was coming from. As a sibling, at least from Collin's perspective, she could see how it would be hard getting along with Cara, but they also had totally different personalities. That being said, she didn't reject the compliment. "No, I get what you mean. Family's just weird and...complicated."

Makayla could relate with Chanel’s last sentence, without a doubt. She nodded, allowing for a moment of quietness before saying, “But I’m sure you’re excited to see yours, right?” Although she was normally a quiet person, and although smoking tended to silence a lot of people or some them out, Makayla could resist that when she was high. She was normally quiet while high simply because she normally smoke alone. She and Chanel probably hung out in a real hang out way the most when they were smoking, so it was really the most frequent time that they conversed. On Makayla’s part, it never felt forced or inauthentic, so she never minded it. In fact, she usually actually enjoyed it. It was a nice dose of socialization to remind her of what it like to have friends and be able to carelessly chat with people about nothing. “Maybe I’ve just seen too many movies, but I feel like it must feel so nice to go back home for a little while for the holidays. Like, those families where you come home and your dad has the fireplace lit so it’s warm and cozy inside, and your house smells like sugar cookies and your mom won’t stop asking you a million and one questions about how your life has changed since she last saw you a few months ago, even though you talk on the phone every day...” She fantasized, laughing when she realized that she probably sounded silly. “I feel like you’ve got that though, don’t you?”

Chanel didn't really have the sugar cookie-scented house, but there were plenty of memories around the fireplace. It made her feel incredibly Hallmark because it was so stereotypically suburban. "I mean a bit," she said. "I just like seeing my family and that's about it." It used to be that she was excited to go home and see her friends from high school, but after so many years out of school, she realized just how little she actually did like any of them. She didn't attribute it to any growth on her part because she didn't recognize any growth she'd done, so it was quite confusing that she was suddenly not meshing with any of them. She knew that people changed, and people who you thought were friends seemingly out of no where become enemies or just not great for you. Because throughout her life she burned relationships like a constant current, it wasn't anything she was losing sleep over, and to her that was just the reality of life. Granted, she still saw them when she went, but it definitely wasn't the same. "We're not all hugging around the fire or anything, but it's a nice break from New York. They're morons though because they didn't even buy my ticket yet, so there's really no chance in hell I'm getting there because who the hell is going to drop hundreds of dollars on a ticket like that? So who knows. Might be missing the cookies this year. Maybe we can make some."

Makayla squinted her eyes at Chanel skeptically, as if she was unsure about what the say, but she smiled through it nonetheless. She wanted to continue eating, and the repetition of popping food into her mouth felt robotic and repetitive now, but she was too thirsty to continue eating. It wouldn’t stop her from smoking more, though. “Girl, stop it,” she said, rolling her eyes at Chanel playfully. “I will give you the money I saved up for this trip before I realized Cara wasn’t gonna let us pay for anything before I let you stay in New York for Christmas when you got an actual family out there wanting to see you!” she said. Offering anyone money wasn’t in her nature, mostly because she didn’t have money to spare, but she was being serious. Holidays were the easiest time of year for her to feel self-pity about not having any family that cared about her aside from Holly, and that only made her feel like family was all the more important, since she was lacking it. “I’m gonna sound like Brooklyn,” she continued with a small laugh, not really aware of how Chanel and Brooklyn didn’t know each other well enough for Chanel to know, personally, how much Brooklyn was enjoying exploiting the Forresters money this week, “But you should just have Cara sign into Uber on your phone.”

Even though she had no reason to believe Makayla was serious about anything she was saying, she couldn't help but laugh at that last comment. She knew Cara wouldn't have any issue money-wise paying for her to go see her family. She probably wouldn't even think it was weird for Chanel to ask her to buy a ticket for her to see her family, especially if her ticket to this trip was saying anything. Chanel was essentially already included without question, and Cara, if she recalled correctly, seemed appalled that Chanel would even think about saving up for the trip. But like Makayla, and most people, she wasn't comfortable with exploiting someone like that, if it wasn't wasn't exploiting and if the person didn't really care. "I don't know. I'm just trying to prepare for the worst so the blow isn't as bad. There are cute little Charlie Brown Christmas trees at Home Depot we could get. It'd be fun," she said, wriggling around to get comfortable again. She almost always went home for the holidays, so she was never around to see what the others were up to. And while it was pretty evident that Makayla and Holly didn't have family in the same sense that Chanel did, she never had a concise answer on anything pertaining to the subject. "All of your family is in New York, right?"

"All of my family live in apartment 5B," she joked, referencing how Holly really was the only family that she had right now. It wasn't true technically. Especially compared to Holly, she did have family. Her mother had raised her until she was eight years old, and while Makayla never saw her after she was arrested on a minor solicitation charge, she knew who she was enough that she could always attempt to find her if she really wanted to. She didn't want to though, mostly because she had grown up with her father trash talking the woman. He claimed that her family was racist and disliked him and Makayla, their illegitimate child, because they were black. He insisted that she had returned to live with her parents out of state and that she was just able to abandon Makayla and pretend she never existed without a hint of regret. And because she had abandoned Makayla, and a mother abandoning her child was something that Makayla had grown to feel was so inhumane, she didn't even need her father to talk badly of the woman. She felt enough disdain towards her on her own. Her father was family still, but their relationship was complicated. Makayla hated him too, but in a different way. He was a horrible father, but he had never abused her. He had given her the bare minimum in life, but he had never left her, he always made sure that she had food to eat, and she was immune to a lot of the violence that he showed to his many girlfriends, and Holly. She answered his calls from prison now and then, and un-admittedly tried to send him money when she had it, but it was more-so out of guilt than love. He was family, but not in a sense outside of biological, unfortunately. She had never met her mother's side of the family, but she had met her father's. She still had some of her cousins on social media, and she was sure that if she did reach out to them, they would invite her to the holidays, but her father's family disliked Holly. It was more-so her mother that they hated, but they had convinced themselves that her mother had been the one who had snitched on their father, landing them both in jail, and though Makayla doubted it was true, she knew she couldn't change their minds, and she didn't have the energy to try. They had never been that close, and she didn't care about relationships enough to risk them hurting her sister. So even if she wasn't technically without family, in the sense that Holly was, where she had literally never met a single member of her biological family outside of her mother, she felt like she was. Sometimes, she felt at peace with that, and other times, not so much, but it wasn't bothering her much right now.

Laughing, she clarified, "My dad's got another... eight years I think it is in prison before he becomes eligible to be reviewed for parole, and my mom left when I was a kid so I don't know where she lives. Never had siblings, and my dad's side of the family doesn't fuck with Holly because they think her mom snitched on my dad, so it's kind of just us." She shrugged nonchalantly, pulling another piece of rice krispie off of the stick and popping it into her mouth. Once chewed, she added, "It's not that deep though. I mean, like, we never did much even when we were living with my dad, so letting her make hot chocolate that's basically 50% marshmallows one day a year is probably more fun than anything she did growing up. We just chill, but definitely get home if you can. You never know with life, you know? Money comes and goes... or in my case, just goes and goes," she said, laughing again, "But memories and good times and stuff you can never pay to get back."