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Alexandra Collins

"Shut up, Owen."

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a character in “Summer Reunited”, as played by LaurenAFI

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"How often do you think we write our own ending before the story is even finished? How often do we give up on ourselves when our lives are just starting? Things get hard and we immediately back away and assume that means we’re going in the wrong direction, doing the wrong thing. If anything, when the waters get thick, that’s our sign to keep going."
— Rachel Van Dyken, Toxic



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Name:
Alexandra Elizabeth Collins

Nickname:
Alexa {what she introduces herself as}
Lexi {friends/family}

Age:
18

Birthday:
June 13th

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Occupation:
Has her own clothing line "Lex" available at PacSun



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Family Members:
Mother | Kristen "Kris" Collins | Age: 59 | Occupation: "Retired actress", TV personality, socialite
Father | Pierce Collins | Age: 59 | Occupation: Olympic gold medalist (track & field), CEO of Collins Aviation (company that sells aircraft supplies to executives and corporations)
Step-Mother | |
Brother | __ | Age:
Step-Sister | Tinashé Kachingwe | Age: 21 | Occupation: Singer. song-writer, former model, actress, dancer, producer, activist

History:
Both of Alexa's parents had made names for themselves well before she was born. Her father , Pierce, won a gold medal at the 1976 Olympics and following that, became a household name due to endorsements. He was married twice before he met Kris, but never had children in either of the marriages. Kris was a child actor who retired when she was in her early thirties and began her career as a talk show host. When she met Pierce, they both knew that they wanted to have children and they ended up having a son and daughter together. Their fourteen-year marriage seemed stable, or at least little Lexi thought it to be, but in reality, Kris had been stepping out on Pierce for almost ten years of. At least she had been good at hiding it though. When Lexi was around ten years old, her father was caught having an affair with a married woman, who he would go on to marry.

The divorce really bothered Lexi, and still does today. It resulted in a nasty custody battle with animosity from both sides spewing into the tabloids. Although she had been accustomed to being photographed at movie premieres and events that she attended with her parents, this was the time when she fell onto the paparazzi's radar. She was still young at the time, so they were mostly stalking the family to get remarks out of her parents, but not being able to drive to the grocery store without twenty cameras in her face was a scary experience regardless of whether the questions they were shouting were directed at her or not.

The year-long custody battle ended with Pierce being awarded primary custody of her and her brother. It was an unusual decision since it's generally the mother who's given more leeway than the father, but Pierce and Kris came to an agreement where he would increase the amount of settlement money she would receive in exchange. For their own children's sake, mostly, they didn't want this being leaked to the media but as usual, the secret settlement found its way to the public. Old enough to use Google at this point, it didn't take long for Lexi to read the many articles on how Kris essentially gave up her motherhood for a few million dollars. It was devastating to the young girl, especially as she was approaching her teen years and needed that maternal figure.

Instead of blaming her own mother for it, or embracing the beautiful and renowned fashion-designer that her father had married, she blamed her new step-mother for it. She was the reason that her father had cheated. She was the reason that her parents divorced. She was the reason that her mother dedicated her attention to everyone and everything besides her. This was egged on by her own mother, too. Instead of stepping up to the plate and admitting that she too had been cheating and caused an equal amount of damage to the marriage, she refused to go out without a fight. When Lexi did stay with her, she never hesitated to share how much she despised her ex's her wife and make false promises that she would spend more time with her daughter and even return to court to get full custody of her. The vows were empty and after years of hoping that she could somehow have a normal relationship with her mother, she grew up and realized that it was never going to happen. Her mother wanted to live life in the fast lane and most of the time, Lexi was nothing more than a pawn for her to use to hurt her ex-husband. The way that she encouraged Alexandra to lash out at her father and step-mother wasn't because she truly thought them to be unsuitable parents, but because she wanted them to at least look worse than her.

Although she eventually realized this, by now, Alexa's relationship with her father and step-mother was already rough. She had grown from a bratty pre-teen to a rebellious and completely disobedient teenager who rarely followed direction and actually made an effort to do the opposite of what her parents wanted her to do. It didn't help that her step-sister, Tinashé, was also going through her own stage of rebellion and was a perfect role model for Lexi to learn from. For the first three or four years that they were living together, Lexi wanted nothing to do with the older girl and until she began to break free of her mother's influence, refused to acknowledge her as family. She saw the way that her dad embraced Shay as his own child and especially when she was feeling attention-deprived already from her mother, this only upset her more. If she was going to have to settle with having only one parent, she wasn't going to share him with anyone. However, as she got past the stage of temper tantrums and slamming doors and moved onto bigger things - partying, drinking, and the likes, she was able to not only capture her father's attention (even if it was a bad way), but also the media's.

She was probably around thirteen when she started drinking. It generally just occurred at home when her sister would be throwing a big party and she'd invite a couple of her little friends over to partake in the mischief with her. When she was fifteen, she began to get closer with her mother again, but in more of a friend-relationship than mother-daughter. The two made headlines for clubbing together and by age sixteen, TMZ had obtained photos of the two doing cocaine together in a New York nightclub. Pierce did his best to intervene and rein Alexandra in, but she wasn't interested. Not only had she developed a relationship with her mother, but people knew who she was and most importantly, she was having fun. While she relished in the attention, she didn't appreciate all of it. In the beginning, she didn't mind being followed to clubs by paparazzi if it meant that it would piss her father off, but as her behavior worsened, their presence only increased. Two car accidents (luckily, neither were DUI related), one arrest for underage possession of alcohol and a slew of older celebrity face forced her face onto most tabloid covers throughout her sixteenth year.

In a last-ditch effort to regain some control over his daughter, and remove her from her mother's influence too, Pierce sent Alexa to a rehabilitation center in a secluded area of Washington state for eight weeks directly following her seventeenth birthday. Although it was more of an emotional-counseling center than a drug and alcohol rehab, the goal was for her to return as a less impulsive and reckless teenager and one who wanted to do something positive with her life. She simply went through the motions, knowing that as long as she did, she could return home sooner. The experience definitely didn't change her behavior very noticeably, but did make her more aware of the path she was on. Upon returning home, she finished high school with a private tutor, spent two months in Europe and launched a small clothing line with the help of her step-mother. Although she's made a lot of positive process, she's getting bored and is considering returning to her old ways this summer.

Secret(s):
Everyone has them. If there was one thing your character doesn't want anyone to find out about, what is it?


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Positive Traits:
Independent, extroverted, gregarious, adventurous

Character Flaws:
Rebellious, selfish, irresponsible, moody

Personality:
To those who know her, it's clear that Alexandra is an extrovert rather than an introvert. She's sociable, gregarious, adventurous and confident. Everyone has their insecurities but for the most part, at least physically, Alexandra is happy with how she looks. She savors selfies, photo shoots and and events where she can show off her appearance, and doesn't mind taking risks with her outfits and style. Her friends know her as a fun-loving and exciting girl who can't resist singing every song that comes on during car rides, and sneaking out at night to go to a party or just get In-N-Out. While she appreciates some of the finer things in life, she's simple at heart and something as simple as going to the beach with close friends can make her happy.

Her independence is something that has caused much controversy over the past few years. It's a positive trait in many aspects, since she isn't easily influenced by other people and has a strong willed personality. She doesn't mind setting new trends and standing out and is rarely a "follower" of a group. However, it can be argued that Alexandra wants to be independent more than she actually is, and that more than being independent, she's rebellious. If she doesn't want to do something, she's not going to do it, but if she's told to do something but someone of authority, she's going to do the complete opposite of what they say. It's passive aggressive, counterproductive and immature, but she's addicted to the attention and getting it in a negative fashion is the only way she really knows. She can't support herself financially and has no plans on going off to college or starting a career. Although she isn't going to be the girl who can be talked by a group of her peers into doing something, there are certain people in her life who have a big influence on her (ex. her mother) and her actions become less of her own when she's around them.

Her level of maturity depends on who you ask. When you look at the way she acts in public, you would imagine her to be a twenty-five-year-old. She's been crashing the club scene since she was sixteen, is an experienced alcohol user and even experiments with cocaine and ecstasy when it's given to her. If she's in the mood, she can have in-depth conversations with people and is well-spoken enough during interviews and such to come across as mature. The way she dresses has been a hot topic for people with nothing better to do, and overall, people tend to think that she acts too old for her age. She is only eighteen, though, which means she can be naive, reckless and immature. A lot of the "mature" things she does are done to spite her father or garner attention, both of which are more childish than they are mature. The media has painted a picture of her being the next Lindsay Lohan or Paris Hilton - the child who grew up too fast, with everything given to them, and will eventually take a painful spiral downward. They might not be wrong.

Likes:
Vanilla cupcakes | Makeup | Bora Bora | Her car | Parties | In-N-Out | Disney Land | New York City | Miami | Concerts | Sunbathing | Dogs | Surprises | Candles | Gifts | Thunderstorms | Coachella | Massages | Buying new underwear | Italian ices | Hair dye | Fashion | Nighttime flights | Selfies

Dislikes:
Paparazzi | Cigarettes | Snakes | Blood | Tabloids | Cats | School | School uniforms | Jelly | McDonalds | LA traffic | Frozen yogurt | Seagulls | Being told what to do | Going to the dentist | Taco Bell | Kids | Bugs | Orange juice

Fears:
Going to the dentist: She's the type who needs to get sedated for something as simple as a routine cleaning
Cats: It's definitely more of a fear than just a simple dislike. She's probably not going to come over if she knows you have a cat.
Falling: She isn't necessarily scared of heights since she can fly without a problem, but she doesn't do well on ladders, cliffs, etc. where she has a chance of falling far.
The media: She's constantly a target for the tabloids and even though she tries not to ever comment on any of the bizarre rumors, it scares her that they are able to spread lies to so many people.

Aspirations:
Her father insists that she go to college but Alexandra has no desire to go to school ever again. She doesn't know what she wants to do with her life really, but imagines that it will end up having to do with fashion or makeup.



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Height:
5'6

Weight:
120 lbs

Hair color:
Naturally a dark brown hue. She has been experimenting with her hair lately though, and is currently wearing it with an blonde-ombre look.

Eye color:
Brown, but she will rock blue color-contacts occasionally

Other:
Multiple ear piercings, no permanent tattoos (although she did nearly give her father a heart attack with this temporary tattoo)

So begins...

Alexandra Collins's Story

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Character Portrait: Tinashé Kachingwe Character Portrait: Alexandra Collins Character Portrait: Ariana Rockefeller Character Portrait: Carson Koch Character Portrait: Owen Collins Character Portrait: Colette Rockefeller
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Wednesday, July 1st | 6:00 PM | Beverly Hills, CA

Owen and Ariana had spent the past week in London, where she had a slew of business meetings, and had just returned to LA this morning. Between jet lag and just the exhaustion from running around all week, Owen hadn't been in the mood to wake up at all today, let alone at eight in the morning, but he did so without a complaint. His father and Aimee were attending the private screening of one of Patrick White's new films and out of courtesy, Owen agreed to go as well. After a plate of bacon and some cold orange juice, he was ready to face the day, especially after seeing the elegant yet form-fitting dress that Ariana was wearing. It almost made him forget the amount of stress that had been building up inside of him about what the next few weeks would include. Tomorrow morning, his parents, as well as many of their friends, were scheduled to board a private jet to Europe to reconnect for a few weeks. All of their children would be spending the summer at Pierce and Aimee Collins house which would have been more than exciting, if they were all friends. Besides Alexandra, Owen felt like he was on good terms with everyone else, but he oculdn't say the same for the others. Most specifically, he was worried about Tinashé and Ariana. No matter how hard he tried to remind himself that the girls' problems had ended almost ten years ago, there was a part of him that knew that neither of them would be happy residing together.

When Owen had returned home from the movie screening, the house was not only filled with friends, but with staff members scrambling to make sure that the house looked flawless. Pierce and Aimee had offered to host a dinner party for the cast and crew, wanting to take advantage of the huge entertaining spaces that the estate offered one last time before their trip. There were tens of people in the kitchen preparing appetizers, entrees and desserts, people dusting, vacuuming and mopping floors, lights being hung in the backyard, lawns being mowed and boxes of alcoholic beverages being carried into the home.

By the time cars started to pull down their long driveway, the home looked like something out of a dream, and Owen was sure that Aimee was to thank for that. While Pierce relished in the estate's built-in vineyards, he wasn't too particular on the rest of the home's details and gave his design-savvy wife free reign to decorate and arrange it however she pleased. Clearly, she never failed to impress, especially when company was coming over. However fancy that house was dressed up to be, the mood of the party was going to much more casual than many of the soirees they usually hosted. After showering and changing out of his suit, he slipped on the outfit that Ariana had suggested he wear the day before. Admittedly, he felt like he looked like he was more likely to go bowling than socialize with his father's friends, but he put it on anyway. He'd modelled far worse outfits in the past and more importantly, he didn't want to offend Ariana.

Since he barely seen any of his friends yet this summer, he was anxious to find them, though the large house would prove that to be fairly difficult. Most of them had moved in the previous day, but Ariana had went to her family's home after the movie screening to get her bags and was supposed to be returning shortly. He hoped that everyone besides her was home and dressed, but had a feeling that most of them wouldn't have taken the initiative to go downstairs and socialize with the guests yet. Always wanting to make a good impression, Owen decided to wait on seeking them out and go downstairs himself, but not before sending a couple of text messages.

To: Shay
Tell me you're already down here mingling? I don't wanna rep our family alone.

To: Carson
Where are you? They just put the filet mignon out. Surprised you're not over here already lol.

To: Alexandra
Dad wanted you ready by 6. Where are you? And let's lay off the makeup tonight.

To: Ariana
Tell me when you get here :).

To: Colette
Ik Ari isn't here yet, but are you? I'm heading downstairs now so if you are, come find me.

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Character Portrait: Tinashé Kachingwe Character Portrait: Alexandra Collins Character Portrait: Carson Koch Character Portrait: Owen Collins Character Portrait: Christopher Rockefeller Character Portrait: Colette Rockefeller Character Portrait: Rose Kensington
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Tinashé was not ready for the day.

Her turmoil in regards to the evening and the upcoming portion of her summer began when she, Chris, and Rose had finally made their way back to Beverly Hills. In truth, Tinashé had made plans to use the luxury coach Pierre had bought for her years ago, allow it to pick the trio up on the East Coast, and then cruise back to their home. However, after one phone call with an insistent Aimee (she refused to regard the woman as her mother at the moment) and a stern yet pleading Pierre, she and her friends were aboard the private Collins jet and had set down in Los Angeles by three o'clock in the morning. Tinashé was a lot of things. Sure, she might seem to have endless amount of energy. She might throw down on a stage despite being up for more than twenty four hours. She might even still make time to party despite the aforementioned work load. But if there was one thing she wasn't, it was a morning person. And it showed for while Rose may or may not have went home - she honestly could not remember, she was so beat - and Chris might have very well stayed over, Tinashé had locked herself in her bedroom and dropped dead on her queen sized mattress without a glance in any other direction. By the time she awoke again, it was past noon and Aimee had given up on trying to get her to attend the premiere.

Feeling boneless and lazy after her descent into the land of the dead, Tinashé had trudged out of bed and settled herself for a nice, long and hot soak in her bathtub complete with her Cynthia Erivo station blasting through the surround system of her bedroom on Pandora, a champagne flute filled with strawberry mimosa and a plate of hummus with softly-baked pita bread and apple slices. Even the bubbles were meant for comfort for they smelled of warm vanilla and sandalwood. She had text both Owen and Alexandra to let them know she was home, even though they probably already knew that, and then allowed herself to relax for at least thirty minutes in the tub while munching and sipping on the mimosa. Satisfied with her soak, she had thrown on a crop top and sweatpants and stayed holed up in her bedroom. Not like she needed to help with setting up or anything. It was around five in the evening when Aimee came barging into her bedroom, sighing and staring at her daughter expectantly.

"Tinashé, I thought I told you to get ready an hour ago," Aimee nagged and Tinashé rolled her eyes, glancing back at her phone where she was in an ongoing conversation with her manager, Nick. He wanted her to hurry up and release her new mixtape, Amethyst, and she wanted to give herself at least a month. Besides, it wasn't like this was the label's decision at the end of the day. This was her work without them over her shoulder and she could release it next year if she wanted. "I'm up, aren't I?" She griped back and tossed the phone back on the plush mattress, settling herself among the various pillows that lined her bed. Aimee's somewhat thin yet kissable lips, a shade paler than that of raspberries, were pressed tightly before she let out an exasperated sound. "I'm not going to ask you again. Owen has already started getting ready and is probably already talking to the guests that came. You know how important this is to Pierre and - " Tinashé interjected. "I'm here, aren't I? If I weren't gonna be there, I would have stayed in Europe with or without the others, now wouldn't I have?" Mother and daughter exchanged looks, one with annoyance and the other with hurt resignation. Aimee, seeing that she wasn't going to get anything more out of the conversation, turned away but not without snapping over her shoulder, "Tinashé, apfeka yava ne mukati tevedza awa. Guma kuchachavadza." She closed the door, not getting to see the twenty-one year old singer cringe.She hated when her mother used her father's native language. It just did something to her.

Once about ten minutes passed, Tinashé - and this was out of her volition and not because she felt like her mother would call her father who would call her and guilt her into complying - climbed out of her bed and traipsed around her spacious bedroom in search of an outfit for the evening. Before that, she had sent out several texts.

To: CJ
Please tell me you're here already.

To: Chris
Stop trying to get into my sister's pants and get downstairs. Your parents are on their way.

To: Rose
Did you go home or stay here?

After finding an appropriate outfit for the very much casual (and thankfully so) soiree, Tinashé changed into the outfit, which consisted of black skinny pants from Bebe, a simple black cami that hugged her girls snugly beneath a lightweight tribal chiffon cardigan she bought from Free People, and a pair of nude leather gladiator sandals. To compliment her attire, she pulled on a triple chain feather and skull bone necklace with turquoise accents, a rustic genuine stone ring on her middle finger with a turquoise gem in the center, and a pair of gold studs from Melody Ehsani. The look still retained some of that urban yet cool and easy look she could be seen in, and was tasteful and casual which was always a plus. Tinashé had managed to keep her newly raven hair, which was long, somewhat sleek during the last night away from America and with the very loose waves that formed in her naturally curly locks over the night, a quick brush and spritz of oil sheen left her locks sheened and flowing. After a very light application of makeup to obtain a more natural look and a spritz of her warm vanilla body spray, Tinashé scooped up her phone and stepped out of her bedroom closing the door behind her and texting two more people, including Owen after receiving his message. She had taken a bit longer than she actually intended.

To: Colette
I'm not trying to go in there w/ just Owen. Text me when you get here.

To: Owen
Of course I am, bro. Can't you see me? I'm wearing my invisibility cloak.

To: Alexandra
Owen's being annoying. You still mad at me? D:

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Character Portrait: Tinashé Kachingwe Character Portrait: Alexandra Collins Character Portrait: Owen Collins Character Portrait: Christopher Rockefeller
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Alexandra had all intentions of attending Mr. White's movie premiere this morning, but after her father and Owen had ganged together to veto the "skimpy" playsuit she wanted to wear, she refused to go. There were times when Alexa purposely wore inappropriate outfits to bother her father and on those occasions, she would still throw a fit but would eventually change. Today, she genuinely saw no problem with her outfit. It was summer for God's sake, did they expect her wear a snow suit in over seventy-degree weather? It was nothing that she shouldn't have expected, but it definitely made her regret almost missing Owen and Ariana when they had been in London all week. She had only begun to wish they were home because Tinashé had abandoned her for months, and if their home sometimes felt empty with the family of five, it definitely did with three. All it took was for Owen to open his mouth once for her to wish he was thousands of miles away again, though.

Her day was spent shopping. Even though she was there multiple times a week, it could take her hours to get through all of the stores on Rodeo Drive. It was nearly five in the afternoon when she left her final store, six bags in hand and her bank account around five grand lighter. Her car was waiting outside for her, thanks to the valet service, and it took her no more than ten minutes to pull past the first of three sets of gates guarding her home. She left the car, in a purposely obnoxious manner, right in front of the house rather than in the multi-car garage or down the driveway where the other cars were parked. Someone would surely move it, as would they take the shopping bags out of the back. There were shoes in one of the bags that she wanted to look through, but being that she was already running pretty late, she didn't want to make a big entrance by plowing through the halls with tons of bags.

She had never changed out of the outfit that Pierce and Owen had shot down earlier and had no intentions of changing now. After tossing her bag into her bedroom, she headed down to the game room, where Chris had told her he was waiting via text. The game room had been one of her favorite features in the house when she was younger. How many people could say that they had a two-lane bowling alley in their house? The magic of it had worn off once she hit thirteen and thought she was too cool for it, but it was still something that new friends were amazed with when they stopped by the Collins' home for the first time. Her lips curled into a smirk as she reached the bottom floor and spotted Chris transforming the billiards table into a beer pong table. She had lost count of the amount of times that the table had to be replaced because someone had stained it with alcohol when doing what they were doing now, but she didn't object. Her reservations were less with him ruining the table and more so that not only were her father and Owen both home, but tens of other adults, including his parents, were probably here by now too. It was unusual for her to even have a second thought before doing something reckless, and as soon as she realized that, she shrugged and stepped towards him.

"Wow, I'm surprised to see you here," she said bitterly, although she was still smiling. "Did you get bored of Europe, or just with sleeping with my sister?" She still wasn't exactly sure if she believed Ariana's claim that Tinashe didn't want her to come to Europe because she wanted to sleep with Chris, but she definitely wouldn't put it past him. "Fill mine with water," she decided as she took a seat on one of the couches. It wasn't even a question that she was going to need alcohol at some point to get through the night, but she wasn't going to start yet. As she waited for Chris to finish setting up their game, she pulled out her phone and found a text from Tinashé and Owen. Even if Owen's message wasn't as rude as it was, she would have ignored it anyway. She really didn't feel like answering Tinashé either, but knew that she had to stop being petty at some point. It could wait until after a game of pong, though.

The game took less than five minutes to be nearly over. Chris was a pro at it and although Alexa wasn't inexperienced with drinking games in the least, she wasn't good when she was sober and uninterested. He was down to his last cup when he grinned at her. "If I get this one in, you kiss me," he proposed. His cheeky smile made it impossible for her not to smile, although she had no intentions of actually kissing him. "And if I get mine in, I don't," she responded. He nodded and easily sunk his ball in the last cup of water in front of her. He said nothing, which was good, because it might have thrown her off from sinking her bounce shot. "Alright, you got me this time. I've got all summer to win that bet though," he laughed.

She rolled her eyes. It wasn't that Chris wasn't attractive enough for her to want to kiss, but he was her best friend and according to his sister, more than a best friend to Tinashé. "Keep dreaming, buddy." She helped clear the table, which luckily didn't have a drop of alcohol on it, and pulled her phone out. "We should go up there, I guess," she muttered while responding to Tinashé in a purposely bratty fashion, acting as if she'd deleted her sister's contact.

To: Tinashé
Sry, new phone!! Who is this?

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Character Portrait: Tinashé Kachingwe Character Portrait: Alexandra Collins Character Portrait: Christopher Rockefeller Character Portrait: Colette Rockefeller
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He wasn't surprised that it was nearly three in the afternoon when he woke up on Wednesday. He hadn't gotten back to LA until three in the morning and since the ecstasy he had taken a few days before was still wearing off, he probably could have slept for another few hours had his mother not texted him. It was actually the last of many texts that she had sent throughout the morning and afternoon, but the only one that had woken him up. She was concerned about him not texting her to tell her they had gotten home safely and in the later texts, that he needed to be polite and respectful tonight in front of their friends. After reassuring her of both things, Chris took a long, hot shower and got dressed in an outfit that he was sure his sisters and parents would equally disprove of, but that he felt fit the dress code decently.

He was sure that Tinashé was either asleep or getting settled back into life at home, and he honestly had no idea if Rose had slept over or went back to her parents' house. After finding out that Alexa was out shopping, he headed to the Collins' game room. If his shirt didn't speak loudly of it enough, Chris was a big gamer. He loved nearly every type of video game and the Collins' game room had some games that rivaled big arcades. Instead of the machines though, he took a seat on one of the leather chairs in front of the huge television and turned on Battlefield 4. It was a game that he could, and usually did, spend hours playing. Today he lasted less than an hour before it was apparent that the party was starting. Not only had he received another series of texts from his mother, but also one from Colette. After responding to the two woman, he also texted Lexi, who he hadn't seen in months.

To: Colette
HEY the green mushroom shirt is a classic. Don't hate coco

To: Alexandra
When you finish splurging come to the game room

Alexandra must have already been home because only five minutes after he texted her, he heard her traipsing down the stairs.

"Well, well, well... look who it is."

"Wow, I'm surprised to see you here. Did you get bored of Europe, or just with sleeping with my sister?" Her response certainly caught Chris off guard. Sleeping with Tinashé? Was she crazy? He had tried that a few years ago but after that failed, he had never considered it again. Their friendship wasn't like that and he didn't think there was anything that would even indicate that he would try to sleep with Shay.

His expression probably suggested his confusion, but he wanted to keep the mood light and didn't get into whatever he problem was. "Ehh, neither. It was hard enough going two months without my partner in crime. Didn't think I'd leave you hanging all summer too."

He was lining the pool table with red cups and began to fill them with beer before Alexandra objected to having alcohol in the ones on her side. "Fill mine with water."

"Damn, don't tell me Owen managed to brainwash you while we were gone," he commented, clearly surprised that she would turn down alcohol. He did as directed though, and filled her ten cups with water before allowing her to take the first shot. It was apparent that she wasn't only not in the mood for alcohol, but not in the mood to play since it only took a few rounds for him to be at his last cup and her to have at least five or six left.

He straightened up to take his final shot before relaxing and grinning at her. "If I get this one in, you kiss me." He doubted that she would agree to it, as she had never accepted any of his more subtle hints at interest in her, so when she replied that she would accept the bet only if she didn't sink her next shot, he was happily surprised. His ball hit the water as he expected and he waited with butterflies in his stomach as she got ready to take her's. His eyes followed the ball that sailed through the air, hit the table and bounced straight into one of the cups.

Disappointed but not fully defeated, he smiled. "Alright, you got me this time. I've got all summer to win that bet though." Her "keep dreaming, buddy" response only made him smile wider because he planned on doing just so but he nodded when she suggested they head back to the party. As they headed upstairs and to the main area of the house, he pulled out his phone for the first time since being with Alexandra and found a text from Tinashé.

To: Tinashé
Maybe I'd be in her pants if you didn't sleep with me while I was passed out in Europe leaving me w/ no recollection of it?????

The Collins estate was huge but the front rooms of the house were filled with people whose names Chris could never remember, no matter how many times his parents had introduced them to him. As they passed the large dining room, he spotted his parents chatting with Aimee and Pierce and quickly pulled Alexandra in the opposite direction. Talking with them was going to be inevitable but Chris planned on putting it off for as long as possible. When they reached the main staircase, he found Tinashé and his preferred sister, Colette, arm in arm. "Savor the good vibes now. Mom texted me that Ari should be here any minute," he smirked. He knew that both girls had their own issues with his eldest sister and even though he wasn't her biggest fan either, he was sure that her presence wouldn't bother him nearly as much as it would them.

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Since Owen hadn't been home all week and Tinashé for the past two months, Carson had waited to bring his things over until this morning. Not only did he have his own apartment an hour away in Malibu, but he also had no intentions of spending a night at the Collins' house alone with Alexandra. The regretted night had happened almost a month ago and he had seen Lexi a few times since then, but he had always made sure that they were never alone. He didn't want to give her the idea that he still - or had ever - wanted her in any way besides as a friend. Alcohol was solely responsible for what had occurred that night, whether she believed it or not.

"You brought your bags over earlier, right?" Carson turned his head towards his step-brother Oliver, who sat in the passenger seat of his car. His mother and Oliver's father weren't attending tonight's party since they were already in France and were going to meet the other parents there tomorrow. Although Carson's father was good friends with Pierce, he was in Texas on business and wasn't going to be able to attend tonight's affairs either. He preferred his parents' absence, however. It wasn't like he planned on doing anything out of character anyway, but there was always less pressure to be anything but himself when he was away from them.

After leaving his luggage in his temporary room at the Collins' house, he returned to his mother's house and spent most of the day relaxing before driving with Oliver to the party. Neither of them had attended the movie premiere, which surprised Carson, since he knew that Oliver was good friends with Mr. White's youngest daughter, Jamie. Besides that, he (like everyone else) also knew that Oliver had been in love with Lexi for years, which probably meant that he had spent the day trying to talk himself into finally making a move on her. He and Oliver didn't really see each other as brothers as much as they did friends, but they were close enough that his night with Lexi definitely made him feel guiltier than he already did when it came to Oliver.

Like most Beverly Hills estates, the Collins house was heavily protected with numerous gates and a security booth. If the property wasn't big enough on its own, the driveway leading up to it added another five-minute-drive worth of distance to it. After parking the car, he waited a minute inside to text back Shay, who had messaged him during the drive. He had seen Owen numerous times over the summer so his week-long absence was barely noteworthy compared to Tinashé disappearing for a few months.

To: Shay
Just got here. Are you gonna come to the door or am I going to have to search for you?

As he and Oliver stepped inside, it was apparent that they wouldn't have to look too hard for Tinashé. She was standing in the foyer with Colette, Christopher and Alexandra. He instantly pulled Tinashé into a bear hug. "Wow, after two months of only seeing you on Skype, I forgot how short you actually are," he joked as he released her. He offered Chris a friendly handshake, "And I'm glad to see you got back in one piece too, man. Your snapchats of all of those parties looked crazy." He made an effort to make his smile and wave to Lexi seem as natural and un-awkward as possible. He didn't want to seem too friendly but at the same time, completely ignoring her would have been more alerting. He hugged Colette too, although not as long and tightly as Shay. He was in New York only a few weeks back for a public event for his homeless shelter, and had stayed at Colette's place that night. "And aren't you looking... bright today," he smirked, eyeing her bright outfit. She was probably the most fashion-savvy of the group though, so his jab held little value, especially when he had put together his outfit in less than five minutes.

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Before Tinashé and Colette could get very far, she halted their steps at the double ping of her phone and released Colette in favor of answering her phone. She had to give herself pause at the obvious brattiness of her step-sister, rolling her eyes at the girl's audacity. Alexandra could play whatever game she wanted to at the moment, Shay could care less. Not like she had presents for the demon or something. Whatever. She found a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth at seeing Carson texting her back and would have promptly said something to Colette if Chris hadn't text her as well. She couldn't fathom would put it in Chris' mind to think they had ever slept together on the tour and was about to send a response when the guy in question and her step-sister appeared.

Tinashé rolled her eyes, opting not to say anything to Chris in regards to his demon of a sister. Instead, she focused her attention on her own smart-mouthed one, a kinked eyebrow and a light smirk on her face the only indication that she was somewhat peeved with Alexandra. She still didn't get why Alexandra was upset with her over not being able to come on tour. Shay had planned for her to come, honest and true. However, Pierce had let her know that he forbid his daughter from going and well, Alexandra was still a dependent under his roof. Tinashé was not going to get coverage over kidnapping someone's child, least of all from the man whose house she lived in. "Oh, you've got a new phone, huh?" She inquired flatly, placing a hand on her hip and taking a sip of her Mai Tai. "Guess I'll just have to lose the number in my phone, not to mention these new skirts, bags and Nick Jonas' number. Don't wanna give him the wrong number or anything." She said the last part with a flippant toss of her head, turning just in time to see Carson walk into the door.

If anyone asked her why she had changed her mind about touring with an artist she had once admitted to despising due to the crassness and overall lack of talent she saw in them, Tinashé would have simply said that she did it for the publicity. Plus, she loved performing at any chance that she got and Nick had been there. They had performed their duet and he hung out with her and Chris and Rose a good number of times after shows. However, even she knew that her disappearing the way she had with barely a world to anyone other than her family and close friends said something to her nightlife crew and to those who knew her best. She still won't admit to running. No, Shay was too brave to run from anything or anyone and that included whatever feelings she may or may not have about the guy who immediately pulled her into his arms. Even in her heels (they were more kitten than anything else), she was still shorter than him and settled for wrapping her arms around his waist tightly in their embrace, savoring the warmth more than she let alone.

Upon hearing Carson's remark about her height, Shay pouted and slapped his arm and griping, "Shut up, jerk!" The smile was still playful and definitely a bit softer, and once Carson turned to greet everyone else, Shay settled back beside Colette, not trying to seem in any way obvious about anything. She probably didn't, but still. After a few minutes of everyone greeting one another, she glanced back down the still bustling hallway before looking back at their group. "Well, considering the fact that I'm not here to give you-know-who a welcoming, we should probably start heading in. I'd rather get this over with sooner than later."

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After touching down in LA, Ariana left Owen, citing business meetings in Burbank as the reason for why she wasn't heading directly back to his house with him. In truth, she did have to stop by the office for a few minutes, but it definitely wasn't for as long as she had suggested it was to Owen. She didn't feel bad for doing so. She had spent the last week and most of the past two months side-by-side with him and honestly needed some space. That was especially true since she agreed to spend the next eight weeks at his home. It would have been a much easier decision had her parents not scheduled construction work on their own Beverly Hills home. Then, at least she would have been able to spend a few nights a week at her own house. She supposed that she could always come up with some emergency that called her to the New York apartment or Miami house, maybe even their chateau in the south of France. At the same time, a part of her was excited for the summer. Her attraction to Owen had been growing, and even if she wasn't as committed to a long term relationship with him as he was to her, he was fun to pass the time with. He was a trophy boyfriend in the very least.

"Babe? I'm waiting outside, come get me," Ariana said to Owen through the blue tooth speaker in her car. She had opted to drive herself to Owen's house for no reason besides that she wanted to have access to her car over the next few days. Rather than park it with the rows of guest cars, Ariana pulled past that area and down the driveway to the Collins' garage. She typed in the pass code that Owen had shared with her months ago and one of the doors pulled upwards, revealing an empty space inside. She left the white car inside and as she waited for Owen to meet her on the front walkway, she slipped her phone out of her clutch to text Aiden and Carson.

To: Aiden Chang
Hey Aiden! Are you at Owen's already? I just showed up, hope I see you :)!!

She was nicer to Aiden than she was to most people, but in her defensive, it was hard to not be nice to him. He was always friendly and caring and sometimes even brought out a softer side in her.

To: Carson
Where's my favorite philanthropist?

To: Alexandra
Your favorite sister is here ;)

When she spotted Owen headed towards her in the outfit she had recommended, she squealed and stepped towards him. "I missed you," she whispered into his ear before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. She held the position for a moment, running her hand through his tussled hair before stepping back. Her eyes met his and she was satisfied with how captivated he seemed. It almost made her feel bad about sleeping with one of her coworkers/exes last week when they were in London. Almost.

As they headed towards the house, she slipped her hand into his. "Is everyone here already?" she inquired. She had spotted her parents' BMW among the sea of cars so she knew that they were there, but was more interested in the kids their age. Her brother and sister were probably at the top of that list, but she was also prepared to see Tinashé too.

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Tinashé's response and Alexandra's lack of one made it apparent that neither of his sisters had plans to follow their parents' request for them to actually be present at the party. He tried not to let it bother him. The guests would probably be here for another three or four hour and he reminded himself that it wasn't his job to police his sisters, now matter how necessary it seemed. Not only did he genuinely have their best interests at heart when he pestered them about things, but he also felt like he needed to help Pierce and Aimee. Both were good parents, but both had equally been through hell and back raising two teenage daughters. Sometimes he thought that it was nice to give them a break by taking care of some of the petty issues on his own.

Instead of texting the girls again like he wanted to, he put his phone into his pocket and opted to make up for their absences in extra mingling. He allowed his father to introduce him to men that he was sure he had met before, and agreed to show some actor's wife to the nearest restroom. He laughed at jokes that he didn't find remotely funny, accepted a glass of Pauillac from a passing server and explained several times when asked about his sisters' whereabouts that they were still upstairs getting ready.

"That's women for ya," Mr. Craig Sanders chuckled after hearing the explanation. He was an older gentleman at maybe seventy or seventy-five years of age and had been a writer on Mr. White's film. Owen had met him a couple of times before but only considered the man to be an acquaintance. He wasn't sure if the man was just getting old or if he genuinely didn't care, but he was always calling Owen by the wrong name. Regardless, Owen laughed along out of courtesy and as he spotted Alexandra and Chris quickly passing by the doorway, he attempted to excuse himself from the conversation. Before he could, however, Craig pulled two cigars out of his pant pocket.

"You ever smoke a 'King of Denmark', Warren? Here, show me out back and you can try one."

"I appreciate it, Sir, but I don't smo-" Owen tried to politely reject the offer. Smoking was a bit of a guilty pleasure, secret habit for him. He knew his parents would murder him for picking up some an unhealthy habit, and only did it when he was very stressed, or away from home. It was hard for him to decline tonight, though, since he was quickly interrupted.

"Nonsense! I won't take no for an answer, son. You won't know what you're missing 'til you try one."

It seemed useless to argue, so with a forced smile and nod, Owen led Warren out of the room, down one of the long hallways and out to the side of the house. Thankfully, only a few minutes after they stepped out into the cool summer eve air, Craig's phone went off. He motioned to Owen that he would only be a minute but after five minutes, the man's pacing and ranting to whoever was on the other end of the line didn't seem to be ending any time soon. Soon after, his own phone began to ring and as he answered it, he heard Ariana on the other line telling him that she was here.

"Of course. I'll be out there in a second," he replied with clear relief as he hung up. He caught Craig's glance for a moment but the older gentleman shooed him away- a rejection that Owen happily accepted. Rather than walk through the house and possibly be caught in conversation with someone else, he opted to walk to the front of the house outside. Their property was large enough that it took him at least seven or eight minutes to reach Ariana but when he did, he couldn't have been happier. They had been apart for less than twelve hours but it felt like forever. Even if she wasn't the most beloved girl in their friend group, he couldn't get enough of her. "I missed you too," he smiled, reluctantly allowing her to pull away from their kiss.

When they reached the door of the house, he waited to open it until after answering her question. "I'm honestly not sure. Most of the adults are here, but I haven't spoken to any of our friends yet today. Shay is around somewhere, and I know I saw Alexandra and your brother in the hallway earlier, but besides them, I'm not sure." The answer to her question was better answered when they opened the door and he led her inside. Feet away from the door stood both of his sisters, both of her siblings, Carson and Oliver. Rose, Jamie and Aiden were missing, but besides that, it seemed like the whole gang was there.

Some of his favorite people were all in one room together, but Owen wasn't sure if that was a good thing. He almost immediately doubted that it was going to be possible for everyone to live in one house together, no matter how big it was. "Hey guys," was all that he could come up with as he gave a slightly awkward wave to the group that he was beginning to feel like they had intruded on. He wanted to chastise Tinashé for leaving him hanging with a bunch of old and boring people, and Alexandra for blatantly disregarding their father's request that she not dress that way, but decided that it wasn't a good time. Even the presence of Carson, his best friend and a guy who always seemed to lighten the mood, didn't alleviate the stress that he expected would soon be coming on.

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How her expression lighted up at the sight of her friend. A sudden change, with not a trace of her earlier look of distaste at having seen Owen’s message. ”Casual dress code? What are we, cavemen?” There was no doubt that Colette had received the memo for the dress code. The pompous comment was hardly an exaggeration for her.

Instantly, the two friends were acting as if they have not seen each other for ages, when in fact it was mere weeks before Colette had visited Shay in Paris. Shay’s arm looped around hers, and the sound of Colette’s laughter rang through the estate. ”I would not mind hide-and-seek at the spa.” The brunette raised her hand as to pluck a pink macaron off of a silver platter. ”So long you have something fruity. The New Yorkers do not know how to make a Sangria to save their life. As she complained, for about the fifth time since her arrival the day before, about the Upper East Side’s incompetence in making beach cocktails, the faint vibration in her purse reminded her of the phone’s presence.

From: Chris
HEY the green mushroom shirt is a classic. Don't hate coco

”Oh my God, he’s going to do it.” The fearful prediction was soon proven to be reality as she raised her gaze from her phone, toward the familiar figure that was making his way toward them. In that instant, she even forgave him for using the name “Coco”. Her brother calls her by a stripper name, her sister a dog breed, tells a lot about each of their characters. ”One of these days, I will sue you for your criminal sense of fashion.” The accusing tone was hardly serious, but at the comment about her twin, the sudden drop in her smile was blatantly obvious. Two months. ”I’ll get the candles, you get the holy water.” If only she could play everything off as a joke in front of her sister. And if only a banishing spell or something of the like can repel evil spirits like her.

”And aren't you looking... bright today,” Amazing how quickly a smile can be plastered onto the bitter expression that was there merely a second earlier. Though of all, she had seen him most recently. ”And you look as scrubby as always.” The returned hug was complete with an expressive raise of her brow toward Shay. The look of ‘I know something that you don’t’ was always there in the presence of those two, but the second she released him, the playful look was gone.

”Hey guys,” The voice sent chills down her back. What was that Shay was saying earlier about heading in? The smile on her lips was strained, refusing to even turn to acknowledge the one that had was closing in on the distance between him and the group. The pair of high-heeled steps that followed was also far too familiar. Speak of the devil. ”What was that about hide-and-seek?” She had lowered her voice to a level that only the girl beside her should hear. The other faint ”Hi guys” was hardly acknowledged as Colette turned her head to greet the incoming trio. Of course the first time she had to see them was for them to be together. ”That’s adorable.” The brunette nearly hissed through her smile. ”I’m going to go vomit now.”

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Alexa followed Chris through her house and smiled at his dramatic detour from the room his parents were in. She didn't want to see her's either, so she didn't complain when they circled the room and ended up at the grand stairwell in the front foyer. They weren't the only people present in the entrance room, however. Her sister Tinashé and his sister Colette were present as well. Alexandra wasn't in the mood to socialize with her sister. She knew she was being a drama queen about the whole thing, but especially since Chris hadn't denied the claim that they were sleeping together, she was still annoyed. Tinashé had some nerve to agree with her dad that she not go to Europe just because she wanted to sleep with Chris uninterrupted. Presents were probably the best way to win Alexa over though, so even as she rolled her eyes at her sister's remark, she couldn't stop herself from smiling faintly. "Nick Jonas doesn't compare to the boys I got to hang out with while you were gone anyway." Or more accurately, boy, and as if on cue, he walked in. Carson Koch. The most perfect creature to ever walk the Earth and best first-time she could have imagined. She didn't even notice Oliver walking beside him as the twenty-three year old came in, hugged Colette and Shay, and greeted her and Chris. Her 'hello' wasn't as enthusiastic as she would have wanted but she knew it was just Carson trying to keep their relationship on the down-low.

"Let me have some?" she had stepped towards Tinashé, gently pulling the glass from her sister's hand before waiting for any approval. Suddenly, she didn't feel the need to wait to indulge in alcohol anymore. If she wanted to get enough courage to talk to Carson seriously tonight, she was going to need some liquid courage. She was ready to turn around and follow the group to wherever they were going with drink in hand when the front door open again, this time by Owen and Ariana. She quickly thrust the drink back into her sister's hands out of instinct more than actual fear. She didn't really care if Owen saw her drinking since she disregarded his wishes all of the time without a second thought.

"Too late," she smirked at Shay, who she knew was trying to avoid confronting Ariana for as long as possible. Unlike maybe everyone else in the room, Alexa wasn't on bad terms with Ariana. In fact, with her own sister's disappearance, she had gotten fairly close with Owen's girlfriend. She knew that she and Tinashé had a rough past but if it was okay for Owen to sleep with the girl, she didn't see how it could be that bad for her to just hang out with her. Besides, Tinashé had ditched her. It wasn't like she was getting the "sister of the year" award either. Still, her relationship with Ariana wasn't as strong as her's could be with Shay and regardless of how buddy-buddy she could act with Ari, she had no real alliance with her. "Hi Ari," she smiled as she pranced over to hug the girl. "Oooh, I love your shoes. Where did you get them?"Okay, so maybe she didn't care that much about Ariana as she did about bothering Tinashé still. But at least Owen couldn't complain about her having a bad attitude when, according to the cold air that had come in with the pair, few of the others were pleased to see them.

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Owen was little help in preparing her for who she would be dealing with upon arrival. Although she appeared to be cool and collected, she was caught off guard when she stepped inside to find Colette, Chris, Alexandra, Tinashé, Carson and Oliver standing right in the foyer. She had expected to at least have a few minutes to prepare herself before speaking with them and she definitely hadn't thought that she would be dealing with all of them at once. 'There's no time like the present,' she reminded herself as she pasted on a smile and studied each of them. She didn't spend much time looking over Carson, Oliver or Chris. They were all easy to deal with. "It's so nice to see you, Carson!" she exclaimed, her smile turning a bit more flirtatious as she wrapped her arms around him. When she pulled away, she offered a wave to Oliver and then embraced her younger brother, who was taller than her even with heels on, in a hug. "Christopher, I thought Mom threw that shirt out," she said disapprovingly once she had released him and studied his attire. If there was one thing that she and Colette could agree on, it was that Christopher needed a wardrobe makeover.

Her eyes lingered longer on her twin sister who she had to admit, looked nice. Like Ariana, Colette knew that one could never be overdressed for an event and her fashion-obsessed sister never failed to impress clothing-wise. It wasn't much of an enviable talent, as they could all afford to hire stylists to do that for them, but since it was the only talent she thought her sister had, she would let her think it was important. The girl needed something to live for. "You look cute, Collie," she said sweetly, although she was sure her sister would be able to hear the condescending undertone that she possessed. Despite them only being minutes apart in age, Ariana always treated Colette like she was younger and less able than she was. Even if she wasn't that much younger, she definitely did feel wiser that Colette in every other aspect.

Her gaze turned to Tinashé and she genuinely did have the intentions of saying hi to the girl when Alexandra spoke up. Her attention was redirected to the younger girl and her smile became more genuine when she complimented her shoes. "These old things? I actually found them in Collie's closet." She glanced over at her sister again, "Hope you don't mind that I'm borrowing them." The fact that they generally wore the same clothing sizes was one of the perks of being a twin. Even if her sister did object to her wearing them, it wasn't like she was actually going to take them off. She made a mental note to tell Alexa that she needed to lose the heavy makeup later on, but for now, she kept quiet.

Now that Ariana had sufficiently interrupted her introductions, she didn't think it was necessary to go back to Tinashé. She was sure that the girl was still offended over the things she had done to her when they were children and Ariana certainly wasn't going to apologize. It was probably better that there first interactions weren't in front of the rest of the group, especially with Owen standing next to her. She had done a good job of keeping up her good girl reputation around him and if anyone could send that crashing down, it was Tinashé.

After Aiden slipped inside behind them, she waved at him too but didn't want to stick around to chat right now. She needed a martini ASAP and since she felt like her entrance was sufficient, there was no better time to leave than now. "Come, let's get something to drink," she said, tugging Owen's hand.

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Tinashé couldn't even allow herself to giggle at Colette and Chris' greetings to one another, nor could she really give Alexandra's ever present attitude much attention like the girl typically wanted. As soon as Owen called to the group and the sound of heels accompanying him filled her ears, she knew they had not moved fast enough and mentally cursed the entire group. She even pressed herself a bit closer to Colette, remaining as discreet as possible because Lexi had given her a look that had Shay two seconds from slapping her like one of her parents should have done five years ago. Taking a sip of her Mai Tai, she finally allowed her eyes to drift towards the one person she didn't want to see: Ariana Rockefeller.

In the past, that name sent chills to her spine and cold, hard fear to her chest and made it hard for her to breathe. She had always felt frozen in the hallways of Buckley when Ariana and her followers would call to her in the halls, the tiny hairs at the back of her neck standing upright as if they could somehow catch the jabs and harsh criticism from girls who probably still wet their bed if some of the rumors had said anything. Tinashé started with Ariana's shoes. Or, Colette's shoes now that she remembered them. "You wore them better, btw," she whispered very quietly to her best friend. Her eyes drifted further upwards, to the tasteful attire Ariana was sporting. While Shay had never been frumpy in her appearance growing up, the constant and sickening admiration Buckley kids showered Ariana with always made her feel bland and unattractive in the former Queen Bee's presence. Ariana's hair and jewelry? On point, as always. Other than Chris, it seemed the Rockefellers were always going to be attuned to the latest trends and fashions. Finally, Tinashé's gaze finally met Ariana after the girl acknowledged Alexandra.

And all she could do was smile, even when Ariana could say nothing.

Now, when looking upon her worst tormentor and the one person who doubted her the most, Tinashé couldn't - for the life of her - remember why she cared so much about Ariana Rockefeller. She couldn't remember why it was that Ariana had been so sought after and looked at like some sort of goddess - some symbol of perfection that could never be attained or even allowed to be close to. She couldn't remember how she could have possibly stood for so long against the biting words and hits, even if Ariana herself had never raised a hand but allowed her posse to do so. Instead of the fear and the anxiety, all she could feel was a chill that had not been present before. It tightened and coiled deep within her, squeezing at something inside of her in such a painful grip that she ended up having to drink some more of the alcohol in her hand in an attempt to alleviate the uncomfortable feeling. It wasn't the hurt from the many nights she came home crying only for her mother to turn the other cheek. It wasn't the many lyrics she had written out on papers that would never see the light of day because if they did, it could tarnish the Rockefeller name and she could never do that to two people who made her Buckley years bearable. And it wasn't the fear that clawed its way up her throat every time she had once wanted to say something at Ariana that could hurt - that could make her feel something other than the unwanted and truly unfounded resentment she seemed to have had for Tinashé.

It was rage.

Unadulterated and unchecked rage that was slowly eating away at the carefully constructed layer of her sanity, forcing her to link back up with Colette in fear that if she did not have someone who could ground her, she'd finally do the one thing she had been wanting to do since she was thirteen and acquired her black belt in taekwondo: whoop Ariana's ass. The smile she gave Ariana was not welcoming. It was not warm and kind like the one she would give Jamie, Aiden, Oliver, and anyone who wasn't Ariana. It wasn't the truly endearing smile reserved for her family and best friends. No, it was cold and seemed to spread over her heart-shaped face with an ease reminiscent to the bitches of Buckley and every mean girl that ever existed. It spoke volumes and try as she might, the only change she could make was when it slipped into a small smirk just as a familiar face popped behind Ariana.

"Hey, Aiden," she said smoothly, the lilt in her naturally soft voice edgier than normal. She wasn't composed like Colette and the others. Years of shoving down her hurt left her not as skilled in that department and she needed to be as far from Ariana as possible. She pulled at Colette, muttering to her, "Project hide-and-seek starting now," she said and unlike Ariana, she didn't' feel like announcing that she was leaving. She pulled her best friend with her further into the house and away from their group of friends and blended in with the various guests until they were near some models and a few actors from the film. "Sorry...I-I-I just..." It was rare for Tinashé to show that she was affected by one person, a sort of shield she had managed to put up between herself and the outside world so that they could never see that vulnerability again. However, Colette was one of the few people she allowed such a privilege and she downed the rest of her alcohol. That action shouldn't have given her as much relief as it did. "It's been so long since I saw her face to face. I wasn't exactly...ready." She shot her bestie an apologetic look before pulling out her phone.

To: Jamie, Rosie
Pleaze tell me ur on ur way?

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"Hey Aiden, nice to see you." Aiden's arrival was a good opportunity for Owen to pretend he wasn't paying attention to the way that Ariana was interacting with everyone else. He shook his friend's hand and gave him a friendly smile but was soon forced to return his attention to the others.

Owen knew that there was no way that Shay and Ariana being back in the same room together after so long was going to go seamlessly, but for the circumstances, he didn't think it went that poorly. Neither had verbally acknowledged her which was probably better than them trying to sort their problems out right now, or pretending like they had no issues and acting like friends. He had picked up on his sister's peculiar facial expression, mostly because he was watching her closely in case she came up with some nasty comment or tried to shred Ari to pieces right in front of them. Ariana had probably purposely left Tinashé out of her greetings though, so he guessed that the look was justified. No, he knew the look was justified. Even if he hadn't known Tinashé during most of the bullying, the stories had been relayed back to him by her mother and his father. Ariana had made her life a living hell and it was not only wrong, but ignorant, for her to think that she could just suddenly let go of those feelings. Owen knew that, and he was a good enough brother to not expect Tinashé to do so. At the same time, he needed her to be open to at least talking with Ariana about it. If she gave his girlfriend a chance to apologize, maybe they could start over, or just be on civil terms while they all lived together. There may not have been much benefit in a friendship for either of the girls but it took less than five minutes for him to realize that there was no way that he could spend a summer with the two of them hating each other. Their house was big, but not big enough for the two to ignore each other forever.

As Ariana tugged him inside, Tinashé and Colette had turned to walk down the opposite side of the hallway. He wanted to call out to them and tell them that Ariana would join and he'd meet them with drinks in a few minutes, but he refrained. It was too much of a dream, of wishful thinking. Besides, he wasn't sure if Colette and her sister were on decent terms either. The girls fought often, but he had never seen it in more than a sisterly-bickering manner. The way she had ignored his text earlier hinted that maybe she even had a problem with him. Owen had no idea what he could have done to a girl that he considered to be a close friend, but imagined that maybe she was siding with Tinashé in him being wrong for dating her mortal enemy.

He followed Ariana into the most populated room in the house. The servers were beginning to fill banquet-sized tables with different steaming dishes and since today's party was on the casual-side, it was a buffet-styled meal rather than a sit-down one. A passing cocktail waitress offered the pair martinis and although Owen declined the offer for himself, he did take a Manhattan off of the tray for Ariana, and swiftly handed it to her. He hoped having a drink in-hand would put her in a better mood for his next question. "Hey, do you think you can try talking to Shay tonight? I know whatever happened between you two was years ago, but I think she might still be upset about it." He tried to tread carefully, not because he was scared of Ari, but because he didn't want to give her the wrong idea. He didn't want her to go to Tinashé and act like he had given some sob story about how she was still a broken little girl because of the years of bullying. At the same time, he wanted her to realize that Tinashé was his sister and even if he had never brought it up, he hadn't forgotten how poorly she treated her either.

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Rose was very late.

She was almost never late for anything, but after going on the tour with her best friend Shay, she was dead-tired. When she had returned to her house in the early morning hours, Rose could only remember crashing in her room. As she drove to the Collins' house, no, mansion, Rose was only now fully awake. She was about 10 minutes from the actual house, but its looming presence could already be felt, and the top was poking through the trees and buildings surrounding it.

Her car was the only flashy thing she owned. Rose hated driving, since her parents had died in a crash, but Shay had insisted on her learning- right after she'd gotten her own license. She only drove herself because she couldn't trust a chauffeur. At least she had a cool car. The only reason Rose was even bringing it was because she might need to get away from the madness. And madness there would be. She knew that some of the girls hated each other with a passion, especially Shay and Ari. While Rose didn't know what it was to have enemies, she could always sense the high tensions between the two. Pulling out her phone when she felt it vibrate, Rose read quick texts from both Aiden and Shay.

From: Shay
Did you go home or stay here?

From: Aiden
Hey Rosie, Aiden's here. Have you been there yet? See you there, kay? <3

The little text heart at the end of Aiden's message made her heart do a little dance. She had had a crush on Aiden for... well, for as long as she could remember. She knew that he only thought of her as a sister, and tried to keep her feelings down. After all, she did have all of her friends to look out for. Even though Rose constantly had problems with putting everyone before herself, she was always supportive of anything her friends did or needed, sacrificing her own time in a heartbeat. She was too nice to say no.

Pulling into the driveway of the Collins' mansion, Rose checked her phone again. Another text from Shay had popped up.

From: Shay
Rosie: Pleaze tell me ur on ur way?

Rose sighed. If she could guess, Shay was probably trying not to claw out Ari's throat. Being on the tour with Owen had been fun, but she could feel the complicated emotions for Ari's boyfriend stewing in her best friend. Noticing that the text was also to Jamie, Rose's eyebrow rose. Her sister was usually on time, but her wallflower tendencies might have held her back from the huge party. Shrugging, she texted back Aiden and Shay.

To: Shay
Sorry Shay. I went home after the tour because I was tired, but I'm back now.

To: Aiden
Hey Aiden! I'm here too. I was there last night, but I went home after.

Rose smiled as she sent the texts. Her meticulous grammar was apparent even in her texts. Walking up the steep driveway, she was glad she'd worn flats. High heels would be torture to walk with up this driveway. A valet took the car after Rose got her bags out. Carrying the two suitcases into the house, she spotted tons of people she didn't know. Her father's movie, of course. Handing her suitcases to one of the staff, Rose maneuvered the long hallways down into the game room. She assumed that was where everyone was gathered, and she found herself correct as she entered the packed room.

"Hello everyone." Rose's soft voice didn't usually make a dent in the conversation, but with the charged emotions she could feel, at least a few of her friends would be grateful for her appearance.

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"Uh, no, I forgot. They're in the trunk now." Oliver was caught off guard by Carson breaking the silence in the car. He had been lost in his own thoughts, mostly worrying himself over how the summer would go. Even though Carson lived in his own apartment now, Oliver had spent a few years living in the same house as his stepbrother and wasn't worried about doing so again this summer. He saw Jamie, his best friend, almost every day too, so there were no reservations with her. He and Rose were friendly, mostly due to his connection with Jamie, and he was friends with Shay, Aiden and Owen as well. His relationship with Colette was definitely weaker since no matter how many times they had seen each other, she was always calling him by the wrong name and clearly didn't find him to be of much use to her. They were different, and Oliver was okay with where they stood. At least he preferred it to how he interacted with Ariana, who found out about his blog almost a year ago, and since then, he's tried to avoid her like the plague.

Lastly was Alexandra, Owen and Tinashé's sister. When he moved to LA and started attending Buckley, Alexa was the first girl he ever developed a real crush on. She was popular, came from a world-renowned family, and had the rebellious attitude that he could never muster in himself. She was cool, and he began to idolize her. It probably didn't come across as a big deal to most people since Oliver has made it clear that he's more than willing to get with any girl in the friend group, thanks to his futile yet relentless attempts of seducing the girls. However, his crush on Alexa is more than just corny pickup lines. Her presence makes his heart race and his sentences become jumbled messes. She's totally out of his league and nearly everyone's told him that, but he hasn't given up. What better opportunity to woo her than this summer when he's literally going to be living a few doors down from her?

As exciting as it was, it also put Oliver into a panic. He had spent all morning attempting to work out in the gym in his family's home. He wasn't very physically fit, something that he readily admitted, and after only a few minutes of weight training, he realized that he was probably a permanent lost cause in that department. Instead, he opted to use an exercise bike and swam a few laps in their pool. Following a long shower, he spent the rest of the day packing and over thinking every possible scenario that could go down over the summer. In the midst of it all, he forgot to bring his bags over to the Collins and by the time he remembered, Carson was already calling him down to the car.

Oliver made no attempt to keep up with Carson after he got out of the car as he had to haul his two suitcases inside with him. When he made it through the doors, he found the foyer to be more occupied than he would have guessed. After a few minutes, everyone besides Jamie had showed up, but just as quickly as it filled, it began to empty out. He didn't have time to greet Tinashé or Colette before they separated and disappeared down the hall, or Owen and Ariana who entered the dining area. That left him with Carson, Alexandra, Chris, Aiden and Rose, all of whom he was sure would be going off to do their own thing soon anyway. If Alexa hadn't been so focused on Carson, Oliver would have said hello, but he used that as an excuse for himself to not have to approach her yet. "I'm going to go put my stuff upstairs," he said to no one in particular as he picked up the bags again. He was sure that some of the house staff would have taken care of it, but it was another excuse for him to avoid interaction with Alexa yet, and one that he would gladly take. Besides, his best friend wasn't here yet and if anyone was worse with socializing than him, it was her.

To: Jamie
What's your excuse for missing another party this time???

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Between Shay's physical jab and Colette's verbal one, Carson was grinning by the time that Owen and Ariana walked in the door. Unlike both girls, he was happy to see the pair. Owen was his best friend, and while being in the same room as him and Lexi made the guilt churn in his stomach, he tried to ignore it. What happened, happened and as long since Lexi had managed to keep quiet about it up until now, he hoped she could do the same for the rest of eternity. What Owen didn't know wouldn't hurt him and just as likely, wouldn't hurt Carson. He was friends with Ari too, and probably one of the few people who was happy to see the pair unite a year ago. Although he was homeschooled and didn't attend Buckley with the rest of the crew, everyone knew that Ariana was the girl that every guy wanted to not only sleep with, but date. She was that untouchable prize that you dreamed about throughout your awkward teen years so he couldn't blame Owen for seizing the fantasy now that he had the chance.

He stepped forward and returned Ari's hug but was somewhat relieved when she and Owen left the room. Besides Alexandra, it was clear that he really was one of the few people happy to see them together. Since he knew Shay so well, the way that she kept her mouth shut and pulled Colette away from the group spoke volumes to him. He knew that Ariana had caught her off guard, even if she hadn't spoken directly to her. Colette was clearly put off by her presence too, but he guessed that after literally growing up with the former queen bee, Colette was more used to Ari than anyone else. If anyone could combat the girl's poor vibes, it would be the one who shared her DNA.

In the moment after Owen, Ariana, Colette and Tinashé disappeared, Carson lingered in the foyer. Should he chase after the two girls, or follow his best friend and girlfriend into the dining room to socialize? Aiden and Rose had walked in amid the chaos, so as he considered the options, he gave them both a distracted half-wave. Oliver struggled to pull his bags upstairs and in hesitant decision, Carson turned to follow the path that Colette and Shay had taken. "I'm going to go see what the girls are doing," he explained mostly to Aiden and Rose, although Alexa and Chris were still present. He could hang out with Chris any day without things being awkward, but even though no one knew about his night with Alexa, he was going to make an effort to limit his time with her.

The two girls had done a good job at distancing themselves from the group, since it took a few minutes and a few minor conversations with acquaintances before he caught up to them. "Really? You two are going to try to ditch me this early on in the summer? Not cool, not cool." Shay's expression alone showed that she wasn't in a great mood anymore but he hoped he could lighten the mood.

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His warning of Ariana's arrival couldn't have come sooner, because moments later, the devil herself was walking through the front door behind Owen. Chris couldn't imagine a pair of people who could bring the mood of a room down more quickly. They were like real life Dementors and he knew that his feelings towards them weren't even as bad as some of the others. Alexa wouldn't be happy to see her controlling, fun police brother, and he and Colette had similar feelings towards their sister. Tinashé didn't seem to hate Owen as much as Alexa did, but her resentment for Ariana probably rivaled Colette's. It was strong and noticeable. Maybe not to most people since she didn't verbally object to being near Ari in that moment, but he caught a glimpse of her frozen smile and knew that she wasn't happy. He didn't blame her, either, but even with Ariana's snide remark about his shirt, he didn't hate her as much as the others. She was his mother in a twenty-year-younger form. They had the same condescending tone, the same judgmental look and the same belief that if things weren't done in their traditional and favored way, that they were being done incorrectly.

"Nope, she hasn't gotten her hands on this one yet," he replied casually to her insult on his shirt. Colette had nagged him about it once today - and tens of times in the past - so it didn't bother him slightly. His sister had already moved on to greeting the others by the time he responded, so he gladly shifted backwards. Luckily for him and all of them, she didn't stay in the room too long and just as quickly as she came in, she was leading Owen out to get drinks. As he glanced around to examine the damage, it was apparent that Colette's lifetime exposure to Ariana didn't do much to ever prepare her for their sister's high and mighty persona. She probably fared better than Shay though, who was pulling Colette away before he had a chance to join them.

That left him with Carson, who almost immediately fled after the girls, Oliver, who was walking upstairs and who Chris honestly couldn't have cared less about, Alexandra, Aiden, and now Rose. "Hey Rose," he said once he heard her voice. He honestly wasn't sure how long she had been standing there. The girl could be so quiet that her presence sometimes went unnoticed. At the sight of her, he realized that Jamie was the only person he hadn't seen so far today. "Where's Jamie?" He wasn't very close with the blonde but after seeing her recently, had found something about her to be attractive. To this day, he still had no idea what that was. She was nearly the opposite of the type of girl he usually went for, and their personalities were strikingly different. So much so that he rarely had anything to talk about with her, but when she was around, he always found her unadorned commentary to be amusing. For someone who seemed to lack interest in conversations and socializing, she seemed to pick up on a lot of things that he, someone so involved in the conversations, never would notice.

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Rose made her way through her friends, a few waving or saying hello. "Hello, Chris!" She grinned as he greeted her. She was about to stick around for friendly conversation when her phone pinged again. She read the relieved message from her best friend, and quickly apologized before dashing off. "Jamie? I don't know. Gotta run, though. Sorry! See ya later, Chris! Duty calls- well, Shay calls, that is."

She made her way to the first dining hall, passing through a few others on the way and occasionally taking a small appetizer. When she reached the first dining hall, she waved and hurried over. Carson had made his appearance while she was coming, and the three of them were hanging out. She heard Shay and Carson bickering good-naturedly over bowling, and as he took some food as well, Rose was relieved to see she wasn't the only hungry one. "I'm here. Is the world ending?" She smiled, nudging Shay. "Long time no see. Like, fifteen whole hours."

Rose had left pretty early in the morning, around three, and had been sleeping until recently. She'd loved being on tour, with the exception of the crowded, screaming stadiums. However, there was no way on heaven and earth that she wouldn't support Shay on tour. Sometimes, her obsession with supporting people definitely got in the way of her health.

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Alexandra didn't care when her brother and sister, Ariana, Colette, Rose and Oliver ventured out of the foyer, but she did frown as Carson chased after Colette and Shay. She wanted to talk to him and after her many texts over the past month had gone unanswered, she felt like she deserved a conversation with Carson. She wasn't angry with him as much as she was confused. Didn't that night mean as much to him as it did to her? Granted, she didn't remember much of it either, but the series of selfies she had taken in his lap made it look like they had both had a good time. He had asked her to not bring it up again because Owen wouldn't react well to what would happen, but she didn't care for Owen's opinion on anything, nonetheless her love life. She was eighteen now and in her mind, it meant that she could do anything she wanted. Any social limitations were lifted and their five-year age difference meant little to her.

Alexa's focus drifted from Carson for only a moment, when Chris questioned the passing Rose on Jamie's whereabouts. Since when was Jamie relevant to... anyone? Even when the girl did show up to social events, it wasn't like anyone actually noticed her, aside from when she decided to make an unwelcome comment. Chris was the last person she would imagine to have any interest in their blonde peer being present. Though the inquiry had caused her to raise a brow, she decided not to question it. Maybe he was just trying to make conversation with Rose, who soon left the foyer anyway. However, she did turn to Chris once she left to bring up a different subject. "It looked like your friend-with-benefits was upset. Better go make sure she doesn't want you to fuck the sad out of her." Though she didn't want to sleep with Chris herself, it was apparent that she was still bitter about him apparently doing so with Tinashé. In a more expected way, the feelings stemmed from her believing that had been the cause of her exclusion, and not out of jealousy. "I have to go check something upstairs, but when I come back I want a beer pong rematch." Her tone was more playful now, but only because she didn't want him following her upstairs.

She nearly ran up the stairs, but was forced to a halt when she almost stepped right into Oliver, who was hauling two suitcases towards a guest bedroom. "Hey Ollie," she batted her eyes. Alexa usually disregarded Oliver unless she needed him, and this was a perfect example of that. She knew that he was the type of guy who was desperate for any type of female attention and though she wasn't aware of the extent of his crush on her, she knew how to manipulate him. With a finger twirling a strand of hair, she spoke again. "Would you text your brother for me and ask him to come upstairs? I needed him to help me with something on my computer but my phone just died," she explained, or more accurately, lied. "Just tell him to come upstairs though. Don't say it's for me or else Owen or Shay will come up instead, and you know how annoying they can be." A flirtatious giggle was added in for the extra effect and she was almost positive that he would follow through with it. She only wished that it was this easy to get Carson wrapped around her finger.

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As he trudged up the seemingly endless staircase, Oliver was beginning to think that maybe his minute workout session had resulted in him pulling a muscle. That, or he was just a lot weaker than he thought he was. His two bags of luggage felt like they were filled with bricks as he lugged them behind him, but maybe the pressure of knowing that the others could see him struggling made it seem worse. When he reached the top of the stairs, he was faced with a new dilemma: which room was his. As he made his way down the hall, he noticed that there were at least ten bedrooms on the floor alone. The first few doors he opened appeared to be occupied by the other guests' things. The master bedroom, as well as Owen and Shay's rooms were distinguishable by memory, so he didn't bother to push open their doors. Maybe it was a lapse in memory, or maybe he really just didn't remember that it was her room, but as he passed, he gently pushed open Alexandra's door. In his defense, when he realized that it was her room, he quickly pulled the door back shut, and not a moment too soon.

Not more than five seconds after the door clicked shut, a voice appeared from behind him. "Hey Ollie." He immediately recognized it as Alexandra's and didn't even mind that she had used the nickname he had grown to despise. In fact, he liked the way it sounded coming from her mouth. "Oh, uh, h-hey Alexa," he replied, a crooked and nervous smile appearing on his face.

Did she see me looking in her room? Oh God, she's going to think I'm some psycho stalker... No, it's fine. Just be cool. Be cool.

"Would you text your brother for me and ask him to come upstairs? I needed him to help me with something on my computer but my phone just died. Just tell him to come upstairs though. Don't say it's for me or else Owen or Shay will come up instead, and you know how annoying they can be." Had he not been so awestruck, he probably would have realized how odd her request was. Carson was smart, but he had majored in business, not computer science. If anyone was good with technology, it was Oliver. "Yeah, yeah, totally, no problem," He was rambling but managed to shut up as he pulled out his phone and send Carson a quick text.

To: CJ
Hey could u come upstairs for a second? Need help with something.

As he looked back up, he struggled to think of something to say. His attention was caught on her - her long eyelashes, bright smile, the way she twirled her hair... He only shifted his gaze when he realized he was gawking and her heard giggling. In attempt to redeem himself, he stood up a bit straighter and dropped the bag of luggage he had in his occupied hand to the floor. "Did you want me to take a look at whatever's wrong with your computer? Maybe I can help." It was a pretty bold move for him, considering he could barely get a 'hello' out minutes before, but it was a leap he had to take at some point. However, in the seconds he spent waiting for her response, it was a leap he regretted taking.