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Summer Reunited

Beverly Hills, California

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Whatsername holds sovereignty over Beverly Hills, California, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Tinashé Kachingwe [190] "Your girlfriend wishes she could look this good."
Alexandra Collins [135] "Shut up, Owen."
Carson Koch [135]
Owen Collins [134] "Never settle."
Ariana Rockefeller [113] "The prettier twin."
Colette Grace Rockefeller [75] "Not going to say I'm the nice twin, not exactly the evil one either." {WIP}
Christopher Rockefeller [72] "Wine 'em, dine 'em, 69 'em."
Aiden Chang [39] "It's nice to stay out of the spotlights sometimes, isn't it?"

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When Colette's eyes flickered between his swollen hand and his face with a look of utter disgust, Owen started to feel the most genuine guilt that he had felt all night. It wasn't specifically for punching Carson, it wasn't for berating Shay for keeping the Lex/Carson thing a secret, and it definitely wasn't for the future altercation he planned on having with Alexandra, but for knowing that he had just caused a problem in the group. Tension from the Ariana and Tinashé fight hadn't even simmered down, and now there was a new issue at hand which was already proving to be much more explosive than the former. Gazing down at his hand, noticing the small tears on three of his knuckles that were stained with dry blood, he tried to reassure himself that this wasn't his fault. Maybe he could have acted more rationally, but Carson had started this. He fucked his baby sister and tried to do the same with his other. Was there any real rational way to respond to a betrayal like that? No, there wasn't. Owen was sure of it. If anything, he had restrained himself compared to what he wanted to do! Once Colette got the real story, the full story and not just the half that Shay would feed her, she would see that too.

Alexandra was in luck because Ariana decided to come back to the house with him after all. He had promised Shay that he was going to ask her to leave the house for good, but at the moment, he couldn't give a fuck about what his sister wanted. He felt like he had spent his youth looking out for her, and then she turned around and thanked him by hiding something like this from him! For how long, Owen still didn't know. It could have been the entire month since it happened that she was allowing him to think that Carson was actually his friend. The thought made Owen feel sick, and combined with the unrelenting lights and prying questions, he could feel his anger picking up again. He hated it, because this monster wasn't him, but when it took him over, it was just too hard to shut down.

He slammed the driver's side door behind him as he got into the Tahoe, not even sparing the valet a look as he tossed a handful of bills at him. It was only when they had fully escaped the swarm of cameraman that he looked over at Ariana who, moments before, had asked what happened, and then in the rear view mirror at his sniffling sister. Tonight, he had no sympathy for her. Not even the tear-stained face or the weeping puppy-dog eyes would incline him to go easy on her. Carson was in the wrong, that was for sure, but he could blame Alexandra just as much for it. She had obviously felt mature enough to sleep with someone five years her senior. She could be mature enough now to deal with the consequences of it. "Go on, Lex. Tell her. Tell her about how you fucked Carson and were trying to do it again right in front of my fucking face. Tell her about how you told Shay, but the two of you didn't think that I needed to know, when the guy you fucking slept with has been my best friend before either of you even existed in my life!" He was shouting again, and his anger was being reflected in his driving too, as he slammed on the horn when it took the car in front of him longer than two seconds to move after the red light turned green.

Alexandra didn't answer. Good. There was nothing she could say, but Owen wasn't finished yet. "Oh, don't cry about it now, Lex. We're all getting sick and tired of this bullshit you pull, where you do whatever the fuck you want regardless of how it's going to affect everyone else, and then turn on the waterworks right-" He was cut off by Ariana, who, in his fit of rage, he had forgotten was even sitting next to him. "Would you stop yelling at her?!" She had never seen him this angry, and he didn't think he had ever heard her snap at anyone like that. There were times when he would overhear her barking at some inept assistant over the phone, but aside from that, Ariana always seemed to keep her cool. She would be nasty to people, that was for sure, but it was always accompanied by an icy smile. As he glanced towards her, his eyebrows inadvertently raising with surprise, he couldn't find any hint of comfort. "We get it, Owen! Everyone in LA gets it. You think you own your sisters and you can't deal with the fact that they don't want your 'help' half as much as you want to give it. She made a mistake and she obviously knows it, so would you just give it a rest for tonight?" Owen had no idea where that had come from. Wasn't Ariana supposed to be on his side? Not taking the side of Lex, and what...? Maybe even Tinashé?! It was enough to silence him, though he couldn't resist shaking his head a few times in a mixture of disbelief and at what he felt were dramatic sounds of sadness coming from the back seat.

It felt like forever, but it was no more than fifteen minutes after they left Greystone that they were in front of the Collins' estate. Owen parked the car on the driveway closest to the front door, and waved off the staff member who approached, probably with intentions of pulling Shay's car into the driveway. "I'll be in in a minute," he grumbled, his eyes set straight ahead as he waited for the girls to get out. He definitely needed a few minutes alone to compose himself before going in there, especially after seeing Colette's text message. He was definitely digging his own grave, but this was the lowest thing that Carson could have done to him and no one seemed to comprehend that

To: Colette
It's fine you can agree with everyone else that there's no problem with my best friend fucking my 18 yr old sister and then trying to do the same with my other sister. I'm the one who crossed the line I get it. All of you are fucking unbelievable.

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Halfway on their journey from Los Angeles to Malibu, the cab driver pulled into the parking lot of a 24 hour convenience store that advertised it had an ATM inside. Carson had appreciated the silence that the driver offered him on their first twenty-minutes of the ride enough to drift into a half-sleep, half-awake state, with his body unable to fully shut down only thanks to the throbbing pain in his head.

"Kid... hey, kid! Wake up!"

Carson stirred slight at the first call and peeled his eyes open at the second, slowly remembering where he was. "Sorry," he mumbled, massaging his temple for a second as he woke up before noticing the impatient glare the man was giving him. He noticed that the car was stopped and after a quick glance out the window, realized why. With another murmured apology, he stepped out of the cab and hurried into the convenience store. It was a small place with a couple of aisles filled with assorted chips and candies and a large wall behind the counter covered in tobacco products. The back wall had refrigerators filled with sodas, sports drinks and alcoholic beverages. Carson was so tempted to buy a six pack because he knew that this headache was only going to get worse as he grew more sober, but he also knew that drinking wouldn't help the anger that was beginning to brew inside of him in regards to Owen and Alexandra. Instead, he opted for a Gatorade and a bag of Cheetos, and after paying for that and withdrawing his promised cab fare, he was on his way back to the car.

"You get in a fight with the clerk?" the cabbie chuckled, apparently only now noticing Carson's swollen face.

"Nah, it's a long story," he muttered, having absolutely no desire to go into detail on his night to this man. He didn't even want to replay the events in his mind, and doing so out loud would only be worse. Looking at the situation from any part before being swung at put Carson in the wrong, or at least partially in the wrong. Even if Owen hadn't heard about his screw up with Alexa, just him walking in on him pressing Shay to a wall and kissing her was bad enough to provoke a reaction out of Owen. That would have been forgivable. He could have explained that he really liked Tinashé and he wasn't going to hurt her. It probably would have taken some time for Owen to warm up to the idea, but Carson thought that he would eventually be okay with it... maybe even happy for them. But the timing of it had happened in a perfectly tragic sequence and wow, he looked bad.

While the cab driver counted out the stack of twenties, double checking to make sure that it was in fact the five-hundred Carson promised, he turned to his phone. Colette and Shay had responded to the texts he sent when he was leaving the club. He opened Shay's first and refused to accept her apology. She had nothing to apologize for. If he could have just controlled himself, none of this would have happened. He hated the fact that he literally couldn't remember a thing about his night with Lex, but that was no excuse, and even tonight, he shouldn't have come on to Shay knowing that Owen was in the club too. This was his fault and if anyone had something to be sorry for, it was him.

To: Shay
No I'm taking the blame for this. I knew he was in the club and I shouldn't have come on to u like that. Now I fucked up ur relationship with him and I'm sorry

He responded to Colette's text more quickly because he did want to see Shay. Regardless of it probably being the worst possible things to do in terms of his relationship with Owen, he wanted to see her. He needed to see her and make sure that she was okay, because the way she had ran out of the backstage room suggested that she was far from okay.

To: Colette
Yeah I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Just come up she knows the access code

The wad of cash in his hand seemed to hurry the driver along, and luckily, the fifteen minutes he promised Colette ended up being closer to ten. It gave Carson time to change out of the shirt that had a few drops of blood on it, wash his face and force an ice pack on to the painful side, despite the pressure making it feel worse. He knew that he looked bad but he didn't want to look as bad as he felt. Not only because it was embarrassing, but because he now decided that it would be better to just play down the whole incident as much as possible. Shay had no right to feel guilty in the first place, but he didn't want his injured appearance to make it any worse.

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Colette was seriously close to rolling down the window and flipping off the paparazzi that surrounded that immobile car and on any given day, Shay would have sat back and laughed. Would have offered a smirk and an amused look followed by a quip because Colette surely would have hit her with one. However, given that she was going on this day, she did not have the energy so all she could do was let out a rather emotionless snicker. Shaking her head at Colette's frustrations, Shay set to peering out the window, looking past the photographers as if they were not even present. Unlike Colette, she didn't want to focus on the present situation - she just wanted to get away.

Colette, on the other hand, was positively seething. Not only did Christopher just blow their plight off to get fucked, but she had a feeling he didn't really try to look for Oliver. She didn't even care for the guy much, but still. It shouldn't have taken that long. Who the hell was going to whisk Dr. Who Jr. away in the first place? Definitely not some of the models and rich girls Colette had recognized in the club. It was harsh of her and if she had said it aloud, Colette had no doubt that Shay would have had words for her. But she didn't, so she was still technically in the clear. Rolling her eyes, Colette was about to give Christopher a piece of her mind when she got the notification of Owen's response. It gave her pause and without warning, she growled, low until it turned into a somewhat shrill sound, glaring at the device as if Owen could somehow feel her anger if she did so. Shay cast her a curious look.

"You okay over there?" The R&B singer asked and Colette's turn was too sharp for her to even deny her annoyance. "Your brother is lucky his face is too pretty to punched," she snapped and while Shay's face darkened for a moment at the mention of Owen, one of her eyebrows rose with faint interest. "Thanks for reminding how attractive you find Owen. I really needed to know that." Colette narrowed her eyes at Shay and for a moment, Tinashé was willing to play as if the past half an hour had not occurred. This was what she had missed in the time her and Colette had been apart, so she couldn't even stop the small smile dancing on her lips as she griped, "Bitch." To which Colette eagerly replied, "Skank." The only problem was that the playful nicknames she and her best friend would typically exchange left her flinching just a bit, her mind going back to both of her siblings basically calling her such. And if she thought for a second Colette was going to pretend like that had not happened, she was surely mistaken. Colette's eyes narrowed.

"What the hell happened back there anyway?" She needed to know, in case she had a lot more to say to Owen. It was one thing for him to have been the cause of Shay's tears, it would be another for her to know what he did or said to cause them. Shay bit her lower lip and Colette, pensive, glanced forward to their driver. "Ronald," his name was still Richard, "Drive us to Carson's place. Chris isn't coming and we can't find Oliver." Shay glanced at her curiously only to see the dead set expression on Colette's countenance. "Now talk." She said and, as if he knew, Richard rolled up the window so that he couldn't see or hear their conversation.

It was only after ten minutes that Colette allowed herself to show any type of emotion and it wasn't what Tinashé expected. She was used to Colette being extreme. If Shay was mad, Colette was beyond heated and excited. That was what was familiar for her. This cool expression was an entirely different thing. She had only encountered it when she had seen a girl piss Colette off to the point of her actually wanting to ruin the girl. She had not gone that far, but damn it all, that had been the first time her Bitchlette had reminded her that she and Ariana had come from the same womb. Colette, meanwhile, was furious. She could understand Owen's frustration, knew she would from the second she officially allowed Shay's text to fully conceptualize in her head. Carson and Alexandra had sex. Of course, Owen wasn't going to be patting his friend on the back for a job well done. And seeing said guy kissing all up on his other sister was bad. Really really bad. But he was seriously done with both Shay and Carson? And what he said to Shay? That was what she was pissed about and after a beat, she glanced back at her phone and typed out her text messages.

To: Owen
This is not happening over text. I will see you when I get back. It should be about another twenty minutes.

To: Christopher
While your best friend cries her heart out? Fine. Don't catch an STD.

To: Carson
On our way

Colette's claim to Owen about time only came after she got Ruchard to speed it up. Tinashé didn't know what Colette was thinking in her head and had narrowed eyes watching her friend for the entirety of her time texting, but when her own phone buzzed, she glanced downwards to see a message from Carson. She didn't understand how he could think that this was entirely his fault. Did she not kiss him back? Did she not seem to be giving in just like him? She was still just a bit upset about him sleeping with Alexandra, but that was back when she thought her sister was lost and confused. She could give two fucks about Alexa at this point. However, she didn't want to talk about this over text when they were obviously on their way to him.

"Oliver is good with computers, right?" Colette asked suddenly and Shay eyed her. "Yeah. Why?" Colette shrugged, seemingly unfazed. "I need his number." Shay was even warier to ask, but she did. "Why?" Colette exhaled dramatically, impatient. "Because someone posted that you and Carson being together and it's the talk of every social media site, and I want to know who was involved." Shay gaped, confused and outraged before texting Colette his number. She couldn't believe it! Was that why the paparazzi was asking? Not because, for some god awful reason, Alexa had spread even more vicious lies!? Colette, not paying attention to her friend's ire, sent a text out to the guy whose name she typically did not remember. It wasn't her fault that this was the first time he had ever proved himself relevant and useful in her life.

To: Oliver
Hey! Oliver, right? This is Colette. Look, I need your help on something. I gotta do something really quick, but I'll be back at the house soon, ok? Think you can be a dear?

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Alexa didn't expect Shay to respond to her nasty text by begging for her forgiveness. She was not that delusional. Still, she wasn't prepared for the message that appeared on her phone shortly after she sent hers off. She read it once, twice and three times, and with each time her eyes roved over the bitter words, she decided she hated her sister even more. By the time that she tried to read it a fourth time, her eyes were too blurry with tears that she didn't want to be falling. She was mad at Shay, for sure. Her sister had clearly done something with Carson for the media to find out about it, and she knew that picture had been taken after Alexandra had confessed to Shay about Carson. The timeline of yesterday made that inevitable. Even if Shay was right and Carson never wanted her, which Alexandra was back to refusing to believe to be true, what kind of sister did it make Shay to go after him when at that point, Alexandra might have still thought she loved him. Tinashé couldn't read her mind though, and Alexandra had not made it clear that she did like Carson. Hell, she hadn't even made it clear whether she really did or did not sleep with him! That didn't stop Alexandra from mentally crucifying Shay though. Tinashé couldn't believe that she was mad at her, and yeah, the comments relating to Owen were true, but she was ready to blame this whole night on her sister. If Carson and Shay hadn't been all over each other, Alexandra wouldn't have tried to recapture Carson's attention, Owen wouldn't have pulled her aside and she never would have confessed on him. That reasoning, as twisted and faulted as it was, allowed her to point the blame back at Shay.

Her first response to Shay was another impulsive and petty one. One that she used far too often when she had nothing better to say but still wanted to get a word into the argument. It was provocative and depending on the mood the person on the receiving end was in, she could usually get a heated response. However, she couldn't just leave their conversation at that. Not with the way Shay had spoken to her as if she was in the wrong!

To: Shay
Cry about it :(

To: Shay
And FYI I do remember it. At least in my case it was when I was 18 and not what???? 13 or 14 like you

She pulled the second text out of thin air, completely making up the claim that Shay had lost her virginity at that age but if she was going to pin her as a slut, she had to do it well. Shay had had a reputation of relishing in one night stands for years, anyway. How far off could she be? Tinashé's text had struck a nerve in her because she knew that everything her sister said was right, but wouldn't admit that. She needed one more text to make her response just as powerful as her sister's...

Before she could send a final message, the voices of the paparazzi got louder as the two front doors of the car opened and then shut, with Owen's slamming louder than necessary. She set her phone down beside her, knowing that she was about to be cut down by her other sibling now too. Shay's message seemed peachy compared to Owen's booming voice. She was now sure that she had never seen him this angry before. He was being condescending and sarcastic and ruthless. She didn't dare to open her mouth and give a smart ass comment similar to the ones she had sent to Shay behind the confidence of her phone screen. Instead, she tried to stifle back the tears that sobs forming in her chest and the tears in her eyes. She wasn't as affected by Owen's words as much as she was by Shay's but she never did well with being screamed at, and especially not in a space like this, where there was no where to run. She knew that Owen was going to get his anger out verbally rather than physically now, but with the way the veins on the side of his neck seemed to be bulging, she wasn't going to test it. She was going to take his tirade with her face buried in her knees because nothing that she could say would do anything but worsen it. However, that wasn't the case with Ariana, apparently. As soon as the brunette jumped to Alexandra's defense (or maybe not so much to defend her but to shut Owen down), her brother became the silent one. The rest of the car ride, in fact, was filled silence. The sharp tension was still there but at least Owen was no longer tearing her to pieces.

She would have to thank Ariana for jumping in at some point, but when the car slowed to a stop, Alexa decided that that time was not now. She took the opportunity and bolted from the car, hurrying into the house, upstairs and into her room. She had half a mind to stop in Shay's and break everything in sight, but she was drained and exhausted and in the back of her mind, she knew that Shay was the last person who deserved anymore of her anger.

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Ariana's patience was ticking away as Owen got into the car. It started with the slammed door, the constant jamming of the breaks and blaring of the horn, and more than anything the cruel way that he was shouting at Alexandra. She was definitely caught off guard when he roared about how Alexandra and Carson had slept together, and maybe it hadn't fully sank in yet, but she didn't think anything could justify the way Owen was acting. She, Colette and Christopher were no strangers to family feuds, and Ariana was almost always involved in them, but she couldn't remember them ever getting this tense. There was screaming, that was undeniable especially when it involved the twins, but neither of them ever got this heated and Ariana wasn't going to stand for it in Owen's family either. It didn't seem fair when Alexandra was clearly emotionally torn and if this was true that she and Carson had slept together, Owen was the last person who needed pity or comfort right now. Alexandra might legally be considered an adult and she certainly liked to think she was one, but Ariana knew that she was not emotionally mature enough to be dealing with this.

If anyone deserved the blame here, it was Carson. He slept with this little girl who probably believed that he loved her and wanted something real. Of course that was going to be hard for her to let go of, because this was going to be the first time that Alexandra was being exposed to how heartless boys could be. It was probably her first heartbreak and to top it off, there was Shay, making a move on that said boy! It only made things worse that Ariana had Oliver post that picture tonight of all nights, but she never would have done it had she known that this was what was bothering Lex. It crossed the line for her when Owen started taunting his sister for crying because by that point, it had gotten past him basking in his holier-than-thou persona. He was just being mean now and Ariana had sat silently for long enough. "Would you stop yelling at her?! We get it, Owen! Everyone in LA gets it. You think you own your sisters and you can't deal with the fact that they don't want your 'help' half as much as you want to give it. She made a mistake and she obviously knows it, so would you just give it a rest for tonight?" She didn't even realize that her voice had come close to being as loud as his was, but it got the point across because the rest of the ride home was silent.

She wasn't finished with him, but when he pulled up in front of the house and indirectly asked them to get out, she obliged with continued silence. Her first priority was Alexandra, who had run up the stairs before Ari could catch up with her. She sighed, knowing that there was no way she could go back to Huntington Beach tonight. She was tired and definitely didn't want to deal with all of this family drama since she got enough with her own siblings, but she couldn't leave her boyfriend and Lex in this state. She hadn't seen Tinashé since the night started and honestly, the bitch was the last of Ariana's concerns right now. Besides, from the information she got from Owen's rant, it seemed like he had a falling out with her as well and Ariana doubted he would ask her to leave for his sister's sake.

"Alexandra, can I come in?" Ariana had waited a moment in front of the girl's door before knocking, as she knew that once she did, there was no getting out of this night. Her conscious was weighing on her too heavily to leave now, especially as she continued to regret having Oliver make that post. It was now apparent that luckily, it wasn't the cause of the violence, but it wasn't doing anything to help the situation either. She cautiously opened the door without waiting for the younger girl to confirm that she could come in. "Lex, everything is going to be okay. I'll take care of Owen, alright? You didn't do anything wrong. It was just a mistake and I promise you that every girl in this house has done something just as stupid with a guy who was completely worthless." She slipped her heels off and sat down next to Lex. "Would you rather talk to your sister? I can call her and see where she is." That line alone spoke of how sorry Ariana felt for Alexandra. Since when did she have enough morals to put their sister relationship ahead of her own ego and desire to be better than Shay? She knew that the post had probably left Alexandra hating her sister but Ariana knew that if she needed someone at a time like this, no matter what she and Colette had gone through, she would turn to her sister. The fallout that the two girls had via text was unknown to Ariana, but she still. "That post... it was just a lie, Lex. You know how the media works. They'll twist anything to make a couple dollars, no matter who it hurts." Okay, the next thing was definitely her conscience speaking. "Tinashé's a good sister, she wouldn't do that to you, Alexa." Ariana didn't completely believe that herself, but she also wouldn't have imagined that she and Carson had been caught making out backstage earlier. She disliked Shay herself, but anyone who could put up with this Owen and Alexa on a normal day had to be a good enough sister.


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After Ariana interrupted what was beginning to be the best night of his life, Oliver had decided to test his luck and tried to find another girl who might have been drunk enough to be into him. In a club filled with gorgeous models with long, silky legs and guys with rock hard abs and designer clothes, Oliver had no chance. No matter how many drinks he put on Carson's tab, no one would give him more than a few looks after their glasses ran empty and a taller, better looking guy walked by.

The guilt he felt over the post he had been blackmailed into making, combined with a night filled with rejections left Oliver desperate to go home. He so wished that Jamie had showed up just so he would have a reason to leave early, or maybe in an even better case, not showed up with at all. After nearly twenty minutes of searching, texts from Colette and Christopher explained why he couldn't find a single one of his friends in the club. They had all left! It didn't really surprise him that he was left behind. Aside from Jamie, he wasn't exceptionally close with any of the others. Even when it came to Carson, Oliver knew that he was closer with Owen and Shay, and maybe even Colette, than he was with Oliver. It didn't really bother him, but being stranded in an unfamiliar club left him a little resentful without the knowledge of why everyone had left in such a hurry. Christopher claimed that "shit went down", but that didn't explain much. The text from Colette was even more unexpected. He didn't think she knew his name, let alone his phone number, but he could never be upset with a girl texting him. Especially not when it was a Rockefeller girl who was texting him with a motive other than ruining someone's life!

To: Chris
Okay I'm leaving now

To: Colette
Sure! I'll be home in 10 minutes!

Excited that Colette needed him for something, no matter what it was, Oliver had an extra skip in his step as he hailed a cab. This late in the night, there was little traffic on the way home and it did only take him ten minutes to return to Tinashé's house. He considered running up to his room and changing clothes, maybe spritzing on some cologne, but what if he missed her? What if she came in and decided she could get help from someone else? No, he would wait on the steps for her. Colette needed his help! He wasn't going to mess up that opportunity! So, unaware that Ariana and Alexandra had just ran up said steps in tears and that Owen was lurking further down the driveway with rage, he optimistically perched himself on the edge of one of the bottom steps and waited.

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His face was cleaned up, the swelling was beginning to subside and a frozen pizza was tossed into the oven. He didn't have the energy to try to make the ambiance of his home special and besides, he doubted any amounts of scented candles or fresh rose petals could make up for their disaster of a night. As the pizza baked, Carson flicked on the light in his spare bedroom. Luckily, his house cleaner had been in earlier in the week and no one had slept in the bedroom since then. The sheets were clean, the bed was made, and the room still smelled like the vanilla Febreeze that had been sprayed in there days before. He knew that expecting to spend another night in bed with Shay was pushing his luck. Even if he thought it could be just as innocent as the night before, he wasn't going to expect it or even hope for it at this point. He wasn't even thinking about the fact that Alexandra had been the last girl to sleep in that bed but he was too exhausted to care, and he had a feeling that Tinashé would be just as worn out as he. His day had been bad. Being sucker punched by his best friend and having the horrible act he committed exposed to everyone didn't look good in any light. He felt like Shay had it worse, though. While he was relaxing at the beach, she was dealing with Ariana and Alexa. She had not one, but two emotional fights today and neither of them had ended in her favor. Owen showed up to their night out, only hours after the first fight, with the girl who had sent Shay's blood pressure skyrocketing in the first place. Then, she had to be thrown into the mess that he so badly wished he could have kept just between himself, Owen and Alexandra. Why did he have to kiss her in that moment?!

At the last minute, he decided to ditch his jeans for a pair of sweatpants and just as he got his last leg in, the timer on the oven went off simultaneously with his apartment bell. He told the girls to just buzz themselves in, but it was apparent by the way that it buzzed again only a few seconds after the first, that it was Colette doing the buzzing. The impatient and demanding nature of the girl caused him to smile half-heartedly as he headed back into the living room and buzzed them in. He liked his pizza a little crispy, so he didn't rush towards the oven. When he did take it out, it looked as good as a frozen pizza could, and normally it would have taken him thirty minutes to devour the whole thing. In a move that was unthinkable for Carson, he was beginning to question whether he was actually even hungry or not. He had really only tossed it into the oven to make himself think he was preparing for Shay, but with a swollen lip and sore face, he wasn't as excited as he wanted to be for the plate of cheesy deliciousness. Maybe Shay would be hungry, he decided, as he ripped the oven mitts off his hands and stuffed them back into a drawer.

Carson's apartment was only on the second floor, so it didn't take long for the duo to arrive. Shay didn't look bad appearance wise. Even after a traumatic night, every hair on her head seemed to be in place and her outfit was still on point, but the glow in her face was missing and her eyes seemed empty and distant. This is all my fault. Colette, on the other hand, looked just as aesthetically pleasing, but more annoyed than upset. "You're here," he said after clearing his throat. Thank you, Captain Obvious. "Are you... hungry?" He was going to ask Tinashé if she was okay, but was that even a question? Of course she wasn't. How could she be after Owen tore her character to shreds when she had done nothing wrong? Without even listening to her response, he busied himself with sliding a slice of pizza onto a plate. "Do you want something?" he looked back at Colette. Did she say she was staying too? He couldn't remember. He was tired and suddenly nervous, and nothing else, he needed pizza for himself to keep him from saying anything stupid, or more so, anything blunt enough to break the fragile emotions in the room.

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Tinashé wasn't a petty person. She didn't do things simply to make someone upset because she knew it would upset them. She did what she did because she wanted to and after Alexandra's responses, she didn't want to engage with her anymore. As she had said earlier and meant, she was through with Alexandra Collins. She couldn't even refer to the girl as her sister at that point and purposefully turned her phone off. She didn't bother answering the concerned texts from both Jasmine and Nick, the latter who had seen her leaning on Christopher at the bar but did not approach. She didn't think to try to communicate with Chris and she damn sure wasn't calling Owen any time soon. She was more than hurt by what Owen had said. Beneath the icy prickle of pain and shame he had brought upon her was a rage rankling just below the surface, gnawing at her conscience. It wanted her to call his voicemail and just let him have it. It made her want to call him out for being a control freak and overdramatic - maybe on the same lines as his mother. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. But Tinashé wasn't a petty person, and so she did not do any of the things that she had been thinking about. Colette, on the other hand, was smiling pleasantly at her phone.

To: Oliver
Thanks, love. Be there soon.

"Don't be too mean to him," Shay said quietly as they pulled up to Carson's apartment. Colette glanced at her for a moment, distracted by the singer having said anything. She had been relatively silent the entire ride. "What kind of a girl do you take me for?" Shay didn't answer, she just simply raised a brow and Colette only smiled with feigned innocence. She was pleased to see that Shay wasn't close to tears anymore. Her face still seemed a bit tired and she had half the mind to get someone to come bring Shay her glasses and contacts case. That would have to be for morning. The two girls walked up to the door and after having to buzz because she had seriously forgotten that Shay would more than likely know Carson's access code, he let them in and they were entering the apartment.

Colette offered Carson firstly a huff because he obviously had taken his time getting to the door and then a frigid smile at his initial declaration of their arrival, stepping into his home and glancing around the place. "Wow, you actually don't live like a frat boy. I'm actually a bit impressed," she noted sardonically with a light smirk and Shay mentally smirked. However, outwardly, the only response she gave Carson was invading his personal space in favor of caressing the place where Owen assaulted him with her fingertips, gently touching the skin. It didn't look as bad as her initial look at him was and it made her feel a bit better. The smell of pizza wasn't exactly appealing, but she offered him a small smile. Colette only rolled her eyes, a knowing smirk on her face. "Don't worry, Romeo. Just needed to make sure I wasn't dropping my girl at a pigsty." She had no intention of staying over at Carson's place, not when there was a marvelous queen sized bed over at the Collins-Kachingwe home and a Jacuzzi-style bath just waiting for her to soak in. And an Owen she couldn't wait to sink her claws in.

"Bitchlette..." Shay didn't have to finish because Colette ignored her glare and approached the pair again, winking at her best friend. "Fine, fine. I'll behave. I'll make sure someone sends you some stuff first thing in the morning, love." The girls hugged briefly and despite the teasing from earlier, Colette reached up and pecked Carson's cheek briefly. She gave him a direct stare, a warning, if he understood. It was only for a second because the brunette smiled lightly one more time before exiting the same way she had come. Leaving Shay and Carson alone.

For a moment longer than she would have liked, Tinashé didn't say anything. She had actually taken her gaze off of Carson, glancing back at the door. For only a second, she wondered if she should have actually went home. Besides, since when was she ever afraid to return to her own house? Owen couldn't just kick her out. The rebellious side of her wanted to snatch the door open, call out to Colette before the brunette could get into her car, and ride back with her. Hell, just to piss her brother off (and that would go against the whole she's-not-petty-thing), she would bring Carson along with her. However, she knew it would only make it worse for everyone if that happened, so she found whatever courage she needed to look back at him. She didn't like the uneasiness on his face and in his entire demeanor. It didn't belong there. He didn't owe her an apology. "Look, CJ. All of this isn't your fault," she told him and reached out to take his hand again. "You and Lex...shouldn't have slept together, but Owen shouldn't have gone ape shit like that. I've never seen him like that and I don't even know..." She didn't know where her brother had gotten that kind of anger from and she damn well didn't really want to know where it came from. Glancing back up at Carson, she could only continue even when she could feel herself starting to blush, "I...have to take some responsibility in this too. We both knew he wouldn't exactly be...happy about...us...but you can't take all the blame like that. I...kinda did kiss you back, so..."

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Carson didn't flinch when Colette stepped close to him and grazed her fingertips across his face. The ice had numbed the area down so it left more of a tingling sensation than any pain, but he was still glad when the touch only lasted a few seconds. He didn't want any attention drawn to his injury for a number of reasons. One, he was sort of embarrassed that he had let Owen "win" the fight. It was the best way that he could have reacted, since an all-out brawl probably would have left both of them in the hospital, gotten them kicked out of the club, landed them on the front of several tabloids, and definitely ruined his friendship with not only Owen, but Tinashé and maybe even Ari and Colette as well. He had been the bigger person by not swinging back at Owen. Two, and in line with the first, he didn't want anyone to think that Owen's punch had actually hurt. It had and still was hurting him, but when it came to his pride, he wanted to downplay how hard the hit had actually been, even if the mark it left made it hard to do so. Three, he deserved the hit. Even if it was a sucker punch and the most pathetic way to hit someone, Carson deserved a punch to the face like that for sleeping with Alexandra. Lastly, he didn't want Shay to somehow think that this was her fault and that she could have prevented the fight from happening. He was the one left with the physical injury, but he deserved that. She didn't deserve the verbal assault Owen had slandered her with.

The guilt of putting Shay into that situation to begin with left him wanting Colette to stay. She was her normal smart ass self, and he had to smile at at least one person being normal tonight, but he didn't want to be left alone with Shay now. He didn't want to have to deal with how his relationship with Owen was probably now nonexistent, and how he had probably ruined Owen's with Shay and Alexandra too. He couldn't even begin to think of the indirect relationships he had ruined - his with Aimee, Pierce and Kris, maybe Oliver's with Owen and his family too, depending on how Pierce and Aimee reacted if they found out, his parents' relationships with them... It was too much.

When the door closed behind Colette, he set the plate of pizza down and reluctantly glanced over at Shay. What could he possibly say to make this right? To erase what had happened only an hour before? There was nothing he could say, and luckily, she spoke before he had to over think any further. When she asserted that all of this wasn't his fault, he wanted to jump in and correct her that all of it was completely his fault, but her small, soft hand reached out to his and without thinking, he took it and gently squeezed. It distracted him enough to let her get up to referencing their kiss before he jumped in. "I never should have slept with Lex, trust me Shay, I know that. I was looking at her tonight and I don't know how the fuck that happened. I wish I remembered a second of it just to have some explanation for how I could have let myself do something so... disgusting, but I don't. I don't even give a fuck that he punched me. I get that what I did was messed up regardless of how it happened, but he went apeshit on you when none of that was your fault! Yeah, you kissed me back I guess..." That had him blushing just as much as her as a smile interrupted his response for a quick second, "but I never should have kissed you there in the first place. I could have waited. I waited all night yesterday and all dinner. Hell, I had been wanting to kiss you for two years and I had to choose to do it there?! I don't want you to take any of the blame for it. He's crazy, but he's crazy protective. Owen's a good brother, really, and I don't want me being stupid to ruin your relationship with him." He squeezed her hand again. "And, you know, I like you a lot. I don't know if that's weird for me to say since I've known you for so long, or if this puts me back into the messed up place that I got myself into for what I did with Lex, but... I don't know... I feel like the way I feel with you is different than what I've ever felt with other girls..." He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. This was already sounding so cliche and cheesy and he wanted to punch himself in the face as he replayed his own words. "But I don't want it to mess up your relationship with your family, okay? If that's what it's going to be like, where he wants you to choose me or him, then choose your family, Shay, okay?" He wanted to be okay with what he was pleading her to do, but after only being reunited with her for two days, he couldn't imagine just cutting off contact with her again. No more 3 AM Facetimes, no more embarrassing snapchats screenshotted for blackmail, no more watching movies or bowling, no more seeing her face...

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Tinashé really couldn't help herself but pout at Carson's continued persistence that the entire situation was his fault. Was it stupid for drunk him to have invited a probably equal Alexandra over? Yes, but did anyone ever really think things clearly when they were drunk? It also wasn't his fault that Owen went crazy. She had admitted to knowing about Lex and Carson (even though it didn't justify Owen's outburst in her mind). Owen made the choice to say what he did - to act like he had. He was a grown ass adult. He made his decisions and he chose to act foolishly, and not actually listen. Granted, she understood Owen's overprotectiveness. They were siblings after all. At the same time, there was only so much of his antics Shay could take before even she snapped at him. She couldn't even begin to fathom what he probably already said to Alexandra.

However, she couldn't focus on the girl she didn't want to consider a sister at the moment or Owen's fit earlier. Not when Carson was actually blushing and well...he was absolutely precious going on about his feelings. It was like one of those times she had once teased Rose for finding Nick really cute when they were on tour and trying to convince her friend to actually say what she felt. It didn't work, but she understood the feelings then. The warmth that apparently made its home on her cheeks to the point that her entire face felt hot, the pleasure that raced through her, and the nerves she had felt so many times throwing a bitch fit in her belly. Not even his claiming that he didn't want to ruin her familial relationships over them was enough to wipe away the wide grin that had formed on her face and despite herself, Shay couldn't help but giggle.

She had been afraid before that perhaps the crush was only on her side. The kiss earlier had been enough to confirm that it wasn't, but actually hearing that it had always been returned - that she had not been on the precipice of ruining their friendship all this time was comforting. She was still anxious and scared. What if it didn't work out? What if he realized she wasn't good enough? What if they both realize this was all a mistake and they made Owen even more mad than he already was? There were a lot of what-if scenarios going on in her head, but they weren't nearly powerful enough to stop Shay from releasing Carson's hand, taking his face between her hands, and kissing him deeply. Owen had been allowed to go after Ariana earlier. It probably wasn't fair to throw that in his face, but she was tired of thinking about his feelings in all of this. How he wouldn't approve. Or maybe how he would feel betrayed in some way. She was tired of thinking that she shouldn't try, that she should just go back to burying feelings she once thought weren't returned. Besides, she had told Owen that she was done pretending. Shouldn't this count as well?

Pulling away (and minutely thanking her heels for still allowing her to be at a good height without having to actually throw herself at him to even reach his face), Shay could only smile - the first genuine one before the catastrophe of a night they had came to a head - at Carson for a moment, breathing him in before saying, "But if I lose my so-called family because I want to be happy, then how real would they be as my family? Having them shouldn't have to come at a price, especially not after what Owen said and how Lex acted. If they really loved me, then there shouldn't be any conditions." She hummed thoughtfully as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers behind his head. "Besides, you can't get rid of me that easily. Who else is gonna remind you that you suck at bowling?" The last part was said with a cheeky chuckle, her mind unwilling to allow her to put aside her feelings for the sake of a sister who's made it clear that Shay was nothing to her and a brother she didn't want to think about anymore.


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After leaving the two lovebirds to do what they will, Colette had Richard speeding down the highway to get back to LA. She was not taking any chances with Owen trying to go to bed before she could say her piece to him and she definitely didn't want to miss getting Oliver to do some work for her. It was probably mean, her expectation that the latter do what she wanted when she rarely ever made it her mission to remember his name. However, she needed to get back at whoever came for her girl and helped make this night a living hell. And if using some college kid was going to get the job done, then so be it. Besides, it wasn't like Oliver had much to do, right? Classes weren't in session and he obviously did not have a girlfriend, so he should be more than willing to have Colette monopolize his time. All she would have to do is smile sweetly and continuously praise his skills, that should do the trick!

It took them, surprisingly, another twenty minutes to get to the large estate. That was with Richard taking back ways and various shortcuts Colette probably would have never wanted to venture through if she wasn't in a rush. However, his diligence was appreciated and as they drove up the long driveway, she offered him a small smile from the back. "I have to say, Roger. I'm thoroughly impressed." Richard, who knew she purposefully didn't say his name correctly this time around, smiled briefly, a quick flash of congeniality and maybe even affection for the smart-mouthed and expressive Rockefeller sibling. "Any time, Miss Rockefeller." Satisfied, Colette relaxed back against the comfortable seats before she jolted forward, still seeing Shay's vehicle in the driveway. That was uncommon. Everyone's cars were typically put away, especially if the others had already been at the house for some time. "Stop here, thank you." Richard paused immediately and Colette climbed out, shutting the door behind her. She didn't wait for Richard to turn the vehicle around and head back on the path to return to the Rockefeller home. Instead, she traipsed over to the large black truck, peering onto the driver's side to see...Owen still there?

"Good, you haven't gone inside yet," she began smartly, peering at him through the drawn down window. That was how Shay typically drove the truck. With the windows down and no one usually bothered that. "Just the right environment for me and you to have words. What the hell was all of that?" Unlike Ariana, who did not snap or yell most of the times, Colette had no such filter. She didn't feel the need to hide her emotions. If she was angry, then she was damn well angry and someone was going to know it. And Owen...Owen was the only one who made her this upset and he was going to hear her mouth, whether he wanted to or not.

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When her bedroom door slammed shut behind her, Alexandra attempted to run to her bed without turning on her light. She knew the way to the path by heart, having stormed into her room countless times after evening events with her brother went awry, or even after a night of drinking when she simply didn't think to put the lights on first. However, now the normally-smooth path was interrupted as she tripped over the shopping bags from their earlier excursion, which had been brought up while they were at dinner. It forced the tears out of her heavy eyes as she kicked the bags out of her way in anger. Absolutely nothing was going her way tonight. She couldn't even make it onto her bed, instead opting to sit on the floor with her back resting against the side of it.

Fuck Carson, fuck Owen, fuck Shay, fuck everyone...

Every bad thing that had happened to her tonight was really her fault, but she didn't want to accept the blame for it all. Not when it had spiraled out of control so quickly and she couldn't have stopped it if she wanted to. She didn't want any of it to happen this way, but she still hated Carson for rejecting her, Owen for being... Owen and everything that came along with that, and Shay for being such a bitch, even if it was justified. In Lex's eyes, Shay didn't know that she really didn't love Carson. For all she knew, Alexandra was set on marrying the guy and there she was, snuggled up on the couch watching a movies with him moments after the confession! Calling her a slut still made Alexandra cringe, but she tried to justify it to herself.

The soft tap on the door immediately indicated that it wasn't Owen on the other end, and Alexandra only pulled herself off of the floor and sat on her bed. She didn't answer Ariana, just waited for the girl to come in on her own. As long as her raging maniac of a brother wasn't with her, she mind Ariana coming in. Even if she liked acting like she never needed anyone's help, right now she did want someone to talk to and with both of her siblings clearly being out of the picture, Ari would have to do. Her voice was the gentle and reassuring thing that Alexa needed right now, and while she insisted that she would deal with Owen and that she wasn't alone in doing something stupid with a guy, she began to feel better. Somehow, that was what she needed to hear. Alexandra prided herself in being independent, but recently, it didn't seem like a trait she had. On her birthday, she had been so hurt by her friends teasing her for being scared to have sex that she slept with Carson, and now, all it took was Ariana insisting that it was understandable for her to almost believe it.

"No, Shay doesn't like me anymore," Alexandra responded with little emotion. She considered adding "because she's a slut", but it wasn't necessary. Ironically, Ariana was the one who was actually acting somewhat civil towards Shay and Alexandra didn't know if she would reciprocate the smirk she wanted to give with it. She ran a finger under the bottom of her eyelids, hoping to fix the makeup that was surely smeared by now. Her eyes seemed to be out of tears, and she wasn't really sad enough to cry anymore anyway. What happened, happened, and as long as Owen stayed away, maybe the storm would finally be over. "And it's not a lie. Didn't you see the picture? She's all over him, and if you had only seen her at dinner..." her voice trailed off, still lacking any real emotion. Now that she was sure she didn't want Carson for herself, it was hard to feel sad. The resentment towards her sister and Carson was still there towards regarding her nonexistent feelings for Carson, but she wasn't heartbroken. Right now, more than anything, she was tired. Not just physically, but emotionally. The car ride with Owen had been brutal, the past month trying to win Carson over had been draining, and now, the thought of how screwed up the rest of the summer was going to be just made things worse. "He didn't want to sleep with me." The random statement broke the silence, but it was obvious who she was referring to. "I mean, I think... he thought I was someone else." It was true that Alexandra's recollection of that night's events were better than she had claimed at first. She was drunk, but no where close to where Carson was. However, she was so desperate to prove that she was mature enough to have sex that she didn't even care when Carson called her Kayla more than once during their time in bed. It was mortifying to think about now, but she was still feeling fairly numb and her voice didn't indicate any hint of shame. If anything, there was confusion there. "Why do boys even like Tinashé?"

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Neither of the girls spoke as they got out of the car, and Owen appreciated that. He didn't want to snap at them any further. It wasn't who he was. Doing it with Lex on a normal day, over something as trivial as her outfit being too revealing or her attitude being poor was nothing compared to what tonight had entailed. He had been pushed to his limit, and he snapped. Maybe he had snapped on the wrong people. He didn't need to shove Alexandra into Ariana and Colette or guilt Ariana into coming back to the house and ruining her night. It was possible that he maybe could have sugarcoated what he had said to Tinashé. Still reeling from the night and especially the state he had been in when speaking with her, he couldn't even remember what had exactly been said. However, he knew that she had known about Lex and Carson for some time and didn't tell him, and that reminder alone justified whatever it was that he had said.

Anger had been the dominant emotion all night, but as he shut his eyes and rested his head back against the headrest, attempting to cool down, the betrayal set in. Carson had been his best friend forever. Literally. For as long as Owen knew how to socialize, it was Carson who he considered his favorite friend. They were like brothers, and maybe it was wrong to expect Shay to look at him like a brother too, but Lex? Alexandra had known Carson for her entire life and just as she was his little sister, there was no reason that Carson should have ever seen her as anything more than that either! Five years was a big difference when she was barely legal, and the thought of them together in bed was repulsive. The mere thought of it made his stomach churn. Who does that? Who does that with someone's little sister? It was something that he couldn't wrap his head around, especially when that someone was the person he had trusted more than anyone. What Shay had done was almost as bad as that, too. The fact that she his the secret from him made him feel like she was an accessory to the crime, like she supported it. And honestly, the way that her arms had been wrapped around Carson's neck made it hard for him to believe any other scenario. She knew of the sickening act, yet still found it appropriate to shove her tongue down his throat. She was just as bad.

He didn't even know what to think about Alexandra and it was her that kept him seated in the car for long enough for Colette to show up. He knew that even if he spent hours out there, his anger would return in full force the second he laid his eyes upon his little sister. Owen wasn't an abusive person or even a violent one. His outburst earlier had been so out of character that looking down at his torn and swollen knuckles startled even him, but why did she have to be so stupid? He didn't think that he would be able to talk to her without grabbing her shoulders and trying to shake some sense in her. She was never going to learn and apparently, even being as overprotective as everyone claimed Owen was, didn't keep her from being so shameful. He knew that even if she let him do all of the talking, at this point, all it would take was one smug look for him to want to smack it right off her face. If Shay thought she was done with her, there was no words for what Owen was feeling.

He had received Colette's text a little while ago so he was expecting her to show up at some point, but he really didn't want to talk. She was one of the few people left that he hadn't snapped at (if his earlier text wasn't being counted), and he didn't want to snap at her. Still, the way she yelled at him through the open window was already testing his patience. He had cooled down over the past few minutes, but not enough for him to return to his normal self. "I'm really not in the mood, Colette." He knew that wasn't going to be enough for her to leave him alone. She was too strong willed to do anything other than what she wanted to do, and after a sigh, he knew that one way or another, she was going to get an explanation out of him. He grabbed his phone from the car's cup holder and stuffed it into his pocket before gently pushing the door open, careful not to hit her, and stepping out. "Besides, shouldn't you be hanging out with Mr. and Mrs. Koch? Planning their wedding or something?" There was no way to hide how bitter he was feeling, and he could feel his blood beginning to boil again. He just couldn't get over the wrongs that he felt the two of them had done to him. "There's nothing to even explain, Colette. You don't have a sister like Lex who's going to be in and out of rehab for the rest of her life, so you don't know what it's like to have to spend all of your energy trying to steer her away from trouble. And that's why you wouldn't understand what it's like to have your best fucking friend do something so... unthinkable to her! Of all people, Carson..." he shook his head, knowing that there was no way to rationalize what Carson had done, even if he wanted to. "I know you're going to take Shay's side and that's fine, I get you're her best friend, but what she did was so fucked up too... and then to go and kiss him while she knew exactly what he had done to our sister... it's just unbelievable... you wouldn't understand it." He probably wasn't giving her enough credit. She had her own family issues with Christopher and Ariana. She had to know how dealing with unruly siblings felt, at least to some extent, but there was a part of Owen that didn't want anyone else to understand, because as long as no one else could put themselves in his shoes, his response couldn't be judged. And because the continuous glances at his knuckles were already making him judge himself for it, he didn't want anyone else's disgrace either.

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It was harder to read Alexandra when she wasn't wailing with sorrow or slamming doors in anger, but Ariana preferred the toned down state of emotions over the first option. Not only did they have enough of that tonight with Owen, but she was never comfortable with people acting overtly emotional. For her, swallowing her feelings had always been easy and since she rarely dealt with anyone comforting her, it was hard for her to do so towards other. It would be a fair argument to say that she was also fairly cold and didn't care about other people's problems or feelings, but now with Alexandra, that wasn't the case. If it had been, she wouldn't have stood up for the younger girl in the car moments before. Still, it was definitely easier for her to deal with the problem when tears and sobs were not involved.

"They're friends, Lex. It's okay for them to watch a movie together. I'm sure Colette was on her way in to watch with them too," she rubbed her arm reassuringly. Ariana didn't know that Carson and Tinashé were as into each other as they were, but she knew that the pair weren't quite friends. At least not in the same realm as her and Carson being friends. With her own guilt looming over the timing of the post, she had to downplay the little she knew about the pair. It was only right, especially considering how Lex went on to confess that not only did she doubt Carson wanted to sleep with her that night, but he apparently thought she was some other girl too! That was bad and Ariana knew the feeling first hand. She had been asked to her senior prom by some guy that she had no feelings for, but agreed to go with because he was attractive, and because she knew that Colette had been hoping he would ask her. She was a virgin at the time, vowing to save herself for "the one", but after a few tequila shots, her inhibitions must have flown out the same limo sunroof that her bra did, because she ended up having sex with her date in the back seat. And what were his first words when it was all over? "Wow, Colette, that was amazing." Needless to say, that boy didn't even show his face the next day at their graduation ceremony, but it stuck with Ariana. Being able to relate that with what Lex was feeling gave her a better understanding of the situation, and why Alexandra had a right to feel hurt by her sister stepping in so soon after Carson used her like that.

What was strange, was that Alexandra didn't look so hurt or offended. She didn't sound it either, and before Ariana could answer, she moved on to questioning why boys liked her sister. That was a question that tested Ariana's nice streak. There were countless underhanded remarks she could give to that inquiry, but while Alexa's earlier comment made it apparent that she and her sister were not on good terms, she hadn't asked this question in a way that seemed like she wanted Ari to cut her Shay down. "Why do boys like Tinashé?" she repeated, trying to plan a careful response. It was the last question that Ariana ever expected to get, since Alexandra knew good and well that she and Shay did not get along. "On the surface level, she's obviously pretty and they probably like her music. You know that I don't know her well, Lex, but I'm sure there are other things about her that people like... If you mean Carson, though, than I don't have a real answer for you. She's closer in age with him than you are, and they've been friends for so long, so I would imagine that they can just relate to each other on a different level than you and Carson can." As she peered down at her phone and noticed the time lapse since she last saw Owen, she decided she needed to find him before he did another reckless thing. She stood up and looked back at Alexandra as she slipped her heels back on. "But I really don't think there's anything there, Lex, so don't worry, okay? Why don't you get some rest and we can figure all of this out tomorrow?" She offered the girl a soft smile before gently closing the door behind her. The house was silent and Ariana only imagined that that meant that Owen was still outside.

On her way downstairs, she found Oliver waiting at the bottom. It was a peculiar sight considering that no one else was around and the steps never seemed like a popular hangout spot. However, seeing him reminded her of what she had been meaning to text him since the car ride. "Take down that post," she demanded quietly, glancing around once more to make sure that no one was in sight. He looked back at her in surprise and his eyes anxiously followed her as she stepped down and stood in front of him. "What? You just told me to post it! It's already been reposted all over the internet!" It was obvious that he was feeling guilty about it too, but Ariana didn't care about how he felt. He was the one who had been snooping on Carson and Shay in the first place and even if she hadn't been there, he would have done something with that photo at some point. "I don't care, take it down. Say it was Rose sitting next to him. Say he was some other guy. Make something up, Oliver, be creative, but get that post off of your page now." Her voice was still little more than a hiss but her tone was sharp enough to cut through steel. He was right, the rumor had already taken off and removing it from his page wouldn't do much good, but she didn't want that traced back to either of them and it being gone would at least lift a small amount of guilt from her chest. "Okay, okay!" he replied quickly, pulling out his phone and deleting the post in a quick movement, as if he had been contemplating doing it himself all night. "Good boy," she smiled condescendingly as she continued past him and towards the front door.

Now, on to the hard part: dealing with Owen. She lingered in the foyer for a moment as she pulled out her phone to double check that the post was gone, and send out a couple text messages. She hadn't heard from Christopher or Colette since leaving the club, and was curious about how Carson fared in all of it as well.

To: Carson
What happened?

To: Colette
Speak with Alexandra tonight or tomorrow. She said Carson didn't even know who she was when they slept together and Collie, I'm sure you have experience being in her place. I need to deal with Owen anyway

To: Christopher
You better be home in 15 minutes. Tn is not the night to be pulling your shit

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Colette rolled her eyes at Owen saying that he was not in the mood. She was not here for his being in the mood. She was not here for his comfort. Gorgeous or not, he had still been an ass tonight and maybe Ariana would speak calmly or rationally with him, and Carson might have let Owen get his punches in or whatever he thought he did, but that wasn't who Colette was. If Owen wanted to be on that level of angry or frustrated, then she could surely meet him there. It was not a problem. Ariana didn't call her the overemotional twin for nothing, after all.

In the process of hearing Owen, Colette had several scenarios going on in her head. She could slap him. She was not the violent one; she typically would leave that to the abrasive and temperamental Shay. She could simply walk away. Obviously, he didn't seem to want to be receptive to anything tonight, especially given the bitterness he regarded his sister and best friend with. She was also tired, in need of a margarita, and long, hot soak. She could even just rant and yell until she was satisfied, and she was more than willing to interrupt him to do so until he reiterated that she wouldn't understand his position. That was when she felt...well, almost insulted. Not because she truly did, but because without meaning to, Owen's voice held the same condescending voice that Ariana's did every single day of her existence. And it struck hard.

"You know what?" She asked sharply, not really wanting an answer but wanting him to hear how the words cut through the crisp air of the night. "You're right. I don't understand. I don't understand having some reckless sister hell-bent on ruining your family image. I have no idea what it feels like having a sister who disappoints me. I have absolutely no idea how much that must frustrate you. Want to know why? Because if we leave it up to your girlfriend, I would be that sister and we're just spoiled, and inconsiderate bitches to you, huh, Owen?"

It was probably unfair for her to have that moment where she took out her frustrations on Owen when they were more geared to Ariana, but he had brought it upon himself and the hurt was too visible on her face for Colette to even hide at that point. However, she didn't try to keep the problems off of herself. She could spill things she didn't want to talk about with Owen, not with Ariana somewhere in the house and possibly looking out through some window. Instead, she shifted gears. She was out here for Shay. Carson too, because he was her friend and he was one of the few people who could pull a genuine smile to her face, but she was mostly here for Shay. Because she had hated the defeated look on her best friend's face. "And what I do understand is you being upset about what happened. I called Carson stupid for having slept with Alexandra. Not to mention that he didn't do anything than didn't constitute the both of them being responsible for. Shay was angry with him, which was why she had left the dinner yesterday because she didn't want to make any more of a scene than she already had. And I get you being upset. She knew you would be angry and she wanted to tell you, but she was terrified. She wanted the entire story - hell, we all want the entire story because Carson doesn't even remember letting Alexa in his apartment or even telling her she could come over in the first place. And that may not mean anything to you, but you've got it in your head that he was never your best friend and that mistakes can't happen. And if that's the case - if that's really how you feel - then maybe the problem isn't just him. Maybe you were never his best friend in the first place."

Colette didn't give him time to interject, she just kept right along. She had not even realized she had even moved until she was standing directly in front of Owen, not caring about space but getting all of her words out. "More than that, you slut-shamed my girl...your sister. The same girl who is either envied in the media for being so comfortable and in tune with her sensuality, or being called a slut on a regular basis. And you, the one person she counts on to see past that, did what every other media outlet has done in the last few years since she was eighteen. And for what? Because she kissed Carson?." Colette didn't mention that she helped it along, that she influenced Carson to go backstage with Shay. She was passionate about this, but she wasn't passionate enough to get cursed out because Owen wanted to claim that she assisted in ruining his family. "Because she finally did something about feelings she's had for...God, she's had a crush on him for the longest, Owen. She has liked him, and I mean really liked him, for so long and you have no idea how much she held back because she didn't want to disappoint you." Colette shook her head, disappointment shining in her eyes because she really did expect Owen to be better than this. She probably wasn't giving her sister enough credit and purposefully ignored her phone at the moment, as if she could sense her twin trying to contact her. But she could definitely see Ariana having said half of what Owen said to Shay. She didn't even want to think about how he acted with Alexandra when Shay wasn't there to defend her. "And then you shamed her for it when all she wanted to do was actually be happy for once. Possibly be in a stable relationship, slow down on all the partying. Actually be an inkling of the sister you could be proud of. If you don't see that you fucked up tonight, I have no idea how you think you're going to have sisters by the end of the summer, let alone by tomorrow."

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Carson could not complain about Shay's response to his insistence that she needed to make things right with her family even if it cost him of getting to be with her. He wanted the kiss to feel wrong but it didn't. Even as her fingers pressed against the sensitive side of his face, his lips turned into a wide smile once she pulled away. Maybe it was the fact that this kiss didn't end in a fist to his face, but this felt right. It felt right enough that he decided she was right. Owen needed to realize that Shay was an adult at some point and if he couldn't trust that Carson was going to treat her well, than he wasn't going to be satisfied with her dating anyone. When it came down to it, it didn't matter if he was satisfied anyway. This wasn't his life, and if anyone was making the wrong dating choices regarding their family, it was him! He was the one dating Tinashé's enemy, so he had no leg to stand on when it came to judging people's relationship choices.

"You really want to get your ass kicked, huh?" he grinned at the reminder of their bowling rivalry. As her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands became intertwined around her waist. He didn't even flinch when his pocketed phone started vibrating. No one who was texting him could be important enough for him to take his eyes off of her. Now that this was out in the open and Carson knew that his feelings weren't one sided, it was impossible for him to not smile as he looked at her face. This summer was undoubtedly going to be interesting, but it was an adventure he was willing to embark on. He had waited long enough to do so and now that it was apparent that there was no turning back, it wouldn't have made sense for him to continue to suppress the feelings to benefit some friend who clearly hated him. "But I guess that brings me to my next question. There's no bowling alley here and I know miss Tinashé Kachingwe is too regal to spend a summer in a bachelor pad. So, you're staying here tonight but what's the deal going to be after that?" He wanted her to stay there with him for the rest of the summer but it didn't seem like a plausible suggestion. He couldn't expect her to just leave the house she's spent half of her life in after they had only just come clean about their feelings. Even if it was just a temporary two month thing, moving in together was a step that Carson couldn't even fathom. Besides, and this was his petty side speaking, but he didn't want Shay to just let Owen win like that. The two of them living together would probably shut him down in itself, but there was a part of Carson that wanted to force Owen to accept that he and Shay were... whatever they were. He couldn't run from it forever and even if he wanted nothing to do with Carson again, he couldn't just erase his sister from his life.

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Tinashé Kachingwe was in a much better place, in Carson's arms, than she had been earlier. This was not the way she imagined actually getting with Carson would turn out - not that she had actually imagined that she would get him in the first place, but she chose not to delve too deeply into that line of thought. She wanted to put the negativity from earlier on the back burner for the moment, at least until tomorrow when they would all have to face the realities of the night. Still, in the present moment, all she could consider doing was laugh at Carson's retort in regards to their rivalry, relaxing in his hold. She liked this, this closeness. In truth, she liked this a lot and why they didn't just get to this before alluded her, but she was more than pleased where they were - and where they were possibly going.

And Carson had a fair point. Tinashé could concede to a lot of things that Owen would want, but leaving her house for an entire summer just because he was in a pissy mood was not going to be one of them. She would be damned. She didn't care how upset Owen was with her; she had come home to be at home. Not being there was not an option. "I'm not, not going home, if that's what you're asking," Shay replied and released Carson, walking over to the couch and making herself comfortable there. She immediately missed the warmth, however, and extended her hand to him, pulling him over. "I don't care if I'm being unfair, but he's not kicking you out either. I said Ariana could stay if she doesn't talk to me, and I think I was being more than fair. So, if he's really not trying to be an adult and talk to you, that doesn't mean you can't be there. He's just gonna have to deal." She didn't care if this didn't help Owen accept them or if he wanted to blow a fuse. At the end of the day, as Owen was allowed to have his guests and do what he please, so was Shay. And if Alexandra seemed to have a problem to, Shay had no problems in cussing her out too.

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Alexandra took Ariana's advice and decided to get ready for bed after she left. She was physically exhausted, emotionally drained, and too scared to face Owen to even consider leaving her room. It was possible that he had calmed down by now. He seemed to get enough rage out in the car that she didn't think there could be that much anger left boiling inside of him, but at the same time, this wasn't something that she was used to. Owen ranting and raving was nothing new, but Owen ranting and raving about her sleeping with Carson definitely was, and none of their past altercations could even compare to his reaction tonight. She hoped that he would have calmed down by now, but she didn't know and wasn't going to risk it.

To: Chris
Are you still out? Wake me up if you come home tn. Shay is the biggest bitch alive and Owen beat Carson up. This summer is so fucked up already

She sent her message to Chris, who had been absent for most of tonight, as he had done yesterday. She was jealous of him, since he was probably still out having a good time, but she also needed someone who understood her position. Ariana was being especially nice tonight, but if anyone understood having an overbearing, perfectionist of an older sibling, it was Christopher. In some ways, he had two. Even if Colette didn't reach the impossibly high bar that Ariana set for the Rockefeller kids, she was a lot more successful and driven than Christopher was. She followed his text with a few to some of her girl friends who had wanted to meet up with her earlier at Greystone, and then changed into pajamas. After all of the bridges she had burned tonight, it was in her best interest to just go to bed. If she stayed up any longer, she might have worked up the nerve to send yet another nasty message to her sister or tried reaching out to Carson, and that was the last thing that anyone needed.

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Owen was not in the mood to deal with Colette to begin with, and when she turned what he had said into him degrading her, he didn't want to deal with her even more. Colette didn't equate to Alexandra's level of recklessness in any sense of the word! Sure, he didn't know what went on in the Rockefeller house, and yeah, it was quite possible that Colette was as reckless as Alexandra years ago, but now? Now, Colette was a successful designer living on her own in New York. She got her shit together and was going to make a life for herself. Ariana could complain about Colette's drinking habits and career path all she wanted, but she had it good compared to him. He didn't bother to try to get a word in after that, because the sisters' issues were something that he was not getting involved with. Clearly, he had enough drama in his own family to interject in anyone else's.

As she continued on, however, he did want to interrupt her. She didn't give him a chance to, but by no means did he agree with what she was saying. She "called Carson stupid for having slept with Alexandra". Well, thanks Colette! You solved the problem. Calling him stupid must have really hurt him, right? I'm sure he's never going to take his best friend's kid sister's virginity again! Shay was "terrified"? Of what? If she was so terrified of his reaction, she had to assume that Owen was going to be pissed off and for good reason. And what the hell was this about "the entire story"?! What more did they need to know? Even if Alexandra had willingly played some role in all of this, Carson was five years older than her, far more experienced, and his best friend! Alexandra was going to wish she was never born when he was finished with her, but Carson was the instigator in all of this and Owen wasn't going to believe anything different. There was no reason to believe anything different, when he saw with his own eyes that he was the one forcing the kiss on Shay. To top off the first half of her rant, she had the audacity to claim that he was the bad friend to Carson! That he was never his best friend in the first place! Is she out of her fucking mind?!

Owen considered walking away right then, but Colette was stepping closer to him as her words built up emotion and he had no choice but to let her go on. By the time she finished, calling Owen a bad brother for "slut-shaming" Tinashé, claiming that she had feelings for Carson for the longest time, and saying that he fucked up tonight, he was back on edge. His fists were clenched again. He would never even dream of hitting Colette, put knocking out one of Shay's truck windows didn't seem like a bad idea. He tried to calm himself down, he really did, because he didn't want to snap on Colette. But he couldn't control himself. Was she really that blind to think that he, of all people, was the bad brother and friend in this situation? He did slut-shame Shay and maybe he would feel sorry for that later, but now, he felt like everything he said to her and everything he did to Carson was well-deserved.

"You know what, Colette? Why don't you go fuck Carson, too? If you really think that I'm the bad friend in all of this, you're out of your mind. You're really out of your mind. I must be the only sane person in this house. Carson fucked my little sister, and then I catch him backstage trying to fuck my other sister. And I'm the bad friend? I'm the bad friend because apparently, doing something as messed up as that should just be brushed off as a mistake! I get that you and Ari have issues and maybe you know what I deal with with Lex, but if I can guarantee you that you don't know what it feels like to know that a guy who's basically your brother fucked your little sister. If Shay had feelings for Carson, she should have told me. I would have been pissed, yeah, I'm not going to try to deny that, but now, I'm the bad brother again? I'm the bad brother for seeing this guy who I just found out did that to Alexandra all over my other sister, and I'm the bad brother for assuming that Carson's playing her just like he did to Lex? Maybe I shouldn't have said what I said in that way, but if she was a true sister, she wouldn't have kept what she did from me. But I guess that's something she and Carson share. They're both shady liars and you know what, they have my blessing, Colette." He dramatically threw his hands up in the air defeat. "I said it once and I'll say it again, they should run off to Vegas and get married, and then we can organize a joint baby shower so Carson can celebrate his two kids at once!" Owen turned to leave, knowing that if he engaged any further, he was going to dig himself in deeper. He was amped up enough to not care right now, but he knew the words coming from his mouth were volatile and so... not him. Especially not the "him" he liked to be in front of Colette. He was only a few steps away from her when the front door opened. Owen expected it to be one of the staff members coming out to try to move the car again or see what the commotion was about, but it was Ariana. Dealing with one irate twin had allowed him to forget about the attitude Ariana had given him in the car.

"We can go back to Huntington now." he glanced in her direction, desperately trying to calm his tone down. He wasn't sure if it worked, so he opted to at least decrease the volume of his next statement. "I'll get the car."

"Huntington? Owen, it's past midnight. I'm not driving back to Huntington tonight. Not with the way you were driving earlier, and not with your heartbroken little sister upstairs." Alexandra hadn't seemed heartbroken. She was emotionless, if anything, but that wasn't the point. Who did Owen think he was to tell her that now, he was just suddenly ready to go back to her house and expect her to go. He didn't really think that he could just cause problems with both of his sisters and Carson, and by the look on Colette's face, her as well, and expect to just run off without facing the aftermath, did he? Ariana wasn't going to allow that, or at least go along with it. She could be ruthless herself, but what had happened tonight was beyond even her doings.

"I don't care how late it is, I'm not staying here." He was getting frustrated... if that was even possible with the point he was already at. Poor Alexandra, heartbroken because she couldn't keep her legs closed. He had no sympathy for that. He took a few steps away from the girls, headed back down the driveway. Shay's car was the only one out, but he didn't plan on coming back to the house anytime soon and knew that it would be safer to take his own car.

Maybe Owen had been successful in pulling this attitude with his sisters and Carson, but Ariana was a Rockefeller and like Colette, she was not going to stand for this. Granted, she was normally able to keep her cool better than her sister and at Owen's response, she only motioned him farther down the driveway with her hand. "Well, I know there's a nice little hotel just down the road from our place in Huntington. Hopefully they have a vacant room for you." It was icy and she knew it was only going to piss him off further, but he had no right to be acting this way. She could sympathize with his feelings of anger towards Carson and Alexandra, but it didn't justify the violent and aggressive attitude that he had shown Carson and was clearly close to showing the rest of them. She was almost glad when he huffed off and left without uttering another request for her to join him. Hopefully, him spending the night elsewhere would allow for things to calm down. When he was out of sight, she glanced over at her twin who was easily read as being angry or upset, maybe a mix of both. "I'm guessing that you know more about all of this than I do. Care to explain?" Her blood pressure was probably pounding just as much as her head was at this point, but she needed some insight in all of this. Something more than what she had gotten out of the enraged Owen and the shaken Alexandra. Colette was sure to know something more.

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Friday, July 3rd | 10:00 A.M. | California



"So, what did he say?" Colette inquired after finishing up the piece of cream cheese-slathered bagel she had accepted as a part of her morning meal. Her phone, just like Tinashé's, was on speaker setting so that they both could move seamlessly. Colette sat at the same kitchen table they had already congregated at yesterday, back when things were as simple as Shay not liking Ariana and not wanting to pretend to like her for the sake of brothers whose names will not be mentioned. Colette still felt the sting of Owen's outburst last night and while she had been annoyed with the prospects of telling Ariana all that she knew, at the time, it had felt good to unleash some of the frustration on someone. And for once, it felt like her sister would actually listen to her. Even if it wasn't a situation that had as much to do with them.

"He said that we all handled the situation wrong," Shay explained as she whisked the contents of the bowl swiftly. She had woken up at around eight, feeling not well-rested but not exactly tired either. She could have easily gone back to bed, snuggled up to a sleeping Carson but compulsivity forced her to turn her phone back on only to see various texts from interviewers, her manager, a few friends who did not know her and Carson were together, and Pierce. The last one had her scrambling out of bed as quietly as she could to call him back. The conversation lasted thirty minutes, what with Shay's hesitations, but Pierce wasn't going to be sated until he knew everything that she did. He had been told the rumors of her dating Carson, tried calling her the first time and received no answer, called Owen who also did not answer, and had decided to try her again. He originally thought Owen was just upset about that and told her to let it pass, but Shay's reluctance led to his questionings and then the truth coming out. The silence had been deafening, but she was able to walk away from it knowing that at least Pierce didn't hate her. He was disappointed in all of them, particularly Carson and Alexandra, but they all played a role in how it came out.

"He said that he's not sure if he wants to kick Carson out of the house like Owen, but he also doesn't want there to be any more fights either," she admitted, checking the skillet she had laid out to see if the butter had melted. Carson actually did live in a bachelor's pad and there were more frozen products than actual food items. Luckily, she had scrounged up enough to make pancakes and put grocery shopping on the list of things he needed taken care of. "Has he told his psycho son that?" Colette snapped and set down her strawberry mimosa a bit harder than she expected after taking a demure sip. Unlike what Owen thought, she did understood why he was angry. At the same time, he was being overdramatic and that said something when the definition of overdramatic called someone on it. Shay chuckled and poured a decent amount of batter into the skillet before carefully setting the bowl down so that she could focus on the cooking pancake. "What's wrong, Bitchlette? I'd think you love a more passionate side of him." If looks could kill and Colette could actually see Tinashé, the singer would probably be sprawled out on the kitchen floor. "You just better be lucky that I can't stab you through this phone with my fork," the designer growled and Shay could only laugh, preparing herself to flip the pancake since she could see it browning along the edges.

After the talk with Pierce and smaller one with Aimee, who Shay could feel preening over the phone at the idea of Shay and Carson (she apparently saw that coming!), Shay was surprised to see a text from one of her drivers. After Colette had dished everything to Ariana, the sisters went their separate ways with Ariana reminding her that alcoholism was never attractive. Colette couldn't even offer her a hint of a witty retort in pursuit of a Sangria and the hot bath she had nearly fallen asleep in. Once morning came, however, she could not remain in the dark embrace of unconsciousness for she had never been really tired. Instead, she rifled through Tinashé's closet, appalled at the selection despite recalling placing a few of the items in there. She made a mental note to send Shay more clothes before deciding on a decent enough outfit to send off. The driver thought it would be best to have someone else drive Shay's clothes while he brought her truck, just in case she decided to drive home. He rode back with the other individual. Still choosing not to wake Carson up considering the fact that it wasn't even passed nine in the morning yet, Shay hopped into the shower, minutely grateful for Colette knowing to pack her toiletries. Dressed and pretty much make-up-less, her stomach grumbled with a hunger for food.

"So, are you still in hiding or are you coming home, missy?" Colette inquired, skewering a piece of pineapple on her fork. She inspected it beneath the warm rays from the sun that peeked through the large windows before plucking it off the utensil and into her mouth. Shay pulled the first pancake off of the skillet to a separate plate and set to making the second while answering, "I'll be over soon." Colette beamed. "Good. You owe me a spa slash pool day, and we need to make these fourth of July plans before tomorrow," she said, playing with a small cube from her assorted fruits bowl. "We all need some kind of distraction after last night's disaster." Shay hummed in agreement. "We'll figure something out." She flipped the pancake, smiling at the golden shade it held. "Good. Hurry back home with your boy toy so we can knock his socks off with this bikini I picked for you." Shay pretended to make a disgusted face, though she was only jesting. "Uh, bossy much?" Colette only grinned and replied, "Wouldn't love me if I wasn't! Smooches!" Shay wrinkled her nose on a laugh before making a loud smacking noise with her lips as if she kissed Colette through the phone. A second later, the conversation was over and she was fully concentrating on making breakfast.

Colette, meanwhile, decided to text both Alexandra and Oliver. Walking into the mansion last night to see Oliver while still with Ariana did not make for an environment where she could grill Oliver for information. Plus, her back-and-forth with Owen and having to tell Ariana everything left her not in the mood to play nice, which was how Shay wanted her to interact with the college kid, so she had left it alone. She had also left Lex alone, partly because of the text she had belatedly seen from Ariana and also because of how Lex treated Shay. Now, however, it was the perfect time to talk to both before the evil twin and his Royal Douchebag returned. She also wanted to know where her brother was.

To: Chris
Catch any STDs while u were out?

To: Alexa
Come eat breakfast w/ me. Owen and Shay aren't here.

To: Oliver
Evrything was so hectic last nite and I didn't want 2 b mean 2 u. Can we still talk?

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It was surprising that Carson was able to sleep so well after what went on the night before. Then again, it was hard not to relax with Tinashé laying next to him all night. A horrible, horrible night had ended in the best way he could have imagined. It certainly wasn't the picture-perfect start of a relationship with her as he had imagined for so many years, but he supposed that it just mattered that they ended up together. That was what he had reminded himself last night, at least. When he woke up this morning, it didn't take long for him to recollect on just how bad the previous night had been. He lost his best friend, gained a headache that even a sold night's rest hadn't cured, and lost the respect of probably every other person at the house. Carson didn't even know that Shay had spoken to her mother and Pierce, and that his parents had also been informed of his night with Alexandra. That was going to be bad and it was probably a good thing that his phone was still in the kitchen from the night before.

He groaned as he stretched his legs out and rolled over to find the other side of his bed to be empty. It was only around ten in the morning and he was surprised that she was up so early after how stressful last night was for her too. He had incurred a physical assault the night before, but he wasn't alone in receiving an emotional beating too. Carson knew that behind their typical sibling bond, Owen and Shay were close. He was constantly talking about how lucky he was to have at least one sister who was going to do something with her life. It was quite possible that their relationship had suffered from something that couldn't be fixed last night too. And it was his fault. No matter how Shay wanted to spin it, it was his fault. She had kissed back, but he had kissed first. She wouldn't have had any secret to kept if he hadn't done what he had apparently done with Alexandra. He suddenly wished that he could go back to sleep where there was nothing to think about.

He stopped in the bathroom to brush his teeth before heading out to find Shay. His apartment was nice but not huge, and it took only a few seconds to hear noise in the kitchen. The smell of pancakes greeted him before he spotted her hovering over the stove. "Someone's up early," he smiled as he stepped beside her. He was tempted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her again, but his incisiveness got the best of him again. Was he moving too fast? She had stayed over last night, but it was probably only because of the tension with Owen, right? She had kissed him, but she was drinking last night. Maybe that was it. It was stupid for him to be thinking so far into this and he knew it, but he couldn't help but feel nervous with her. It was a good nervous, not the same nervousness when he felt the tingling on the side of his face again, but it was still anxiety. He needed to know what they were, but first, pancakes. "Smells good," he approved, taking the second plate of pancake that she had placed on the counter. He noticed that in contrast to his attire which consisted of nothing more than boxers, she was fully dressed. "You woke up early enough to cook and go home?" he asked curiously, perching himself on the counter next to her as he poured a generous amount of maple syrup on his food.

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Thursday had been had enough that Alexandra genuinely hoped that when she woke up, all of it had just been a dream. When she reluctantly rolled onto her side and found three missed calls and a slew of new text messages, she knew it wasn't. Like last night, however, she didn't have it in her to start crying or even caring very much. That would probably change when she called her father back, as he requested in the first and only voicemail that Alexandra chose to open, but for now, oh well. Her brother was a crazy maniac, her sister was a backstabbing slut, and as Ariana said, Carson was just a worthless boy. Alexandra was a professional at giving the cold shoulder and she decided that she couldn't let Tinashé ruin her summer. If Shay wanted to cut her out, Alexandra would cut her out even better. Owen would probably prove to be a bigger problem since he was most likely looking for a confrontation and explanation, but Alexandra would deal with that when the time came. For now, she needed to take control of her summer and make sure that her fourth of July weekend went well.

It was only nine-forty-five when her phone woke her up and she was tempted to turn it on silent, roll over and go back to sleep, but decided otherwise. The fact that Owen hadn't woken her up the night before led her to confidently believe that he had left before she fell asleep. She had no reservations with completely ignoring Shay if she were in the house, and since she was already awake, she decided to take advantage of being home without Owen. All it took was two days of him and Shay being back for her to feel like she needed a vacation. For now, a morning by the pool would have to do. Her plans of doing so yesterday had been interrupted by Owen's insistence that she follow Shay's scheduled plans for that day, and they all saw how horrible that turned out. Today she was going to do things her way... after breakfast with Colette. Alexa had slipped into a bikini, tossed her hair into a messy bun, grabbed her phone and earphones and was ready to relax poolside when she got a text from the Rockefeller.

She was already planning on stopping in the kitchen for a light breakfast and she really had nothing against Colette, so it didn't seem like a harmful idea. She was about to respond with a confirmation that she was on her way down when her phone blinked with another message. This one was from her mother, who according to her very active Instagram account, was in New York for the holiday weekend.

From: Mom
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The text was a perfect representation of how different her parents were. Normally, Alexa would have screenshotted the conversation and forwarded it to her father, insisting that he was overreacting and that Kris approved of her actions, but again, she didn't have it in her to care. Her mother was irresponsible and reckless. What good, responsible mother would respond to her daughter losing her virginity in such a way like that? She was probably just excited at the potential of Alexandra marrying into the esteemed Koch family. Either way, Alexandra just exed out of the message and headed downstairs.

There was never a time when Colette didn't look perfect, so Alexandra wasn't surprised to find her in her normal, preppy attire. She, again, didn't feel out of place in just a bathing suit, but was glad that Owen wasn't there to humiliate her again for it in front of people. "Who else is here?" she asked as she took a seat across from Colette. Her earlier text message had indicated that neither of her siblings were home, but said nothing about Oliver, Carson, Ariana or Christopher. She was certain that Carson would never be showing his face in their house again, but the other three she was less sure about. On her way in, she had requested lemonade, cereal and strawberries, and it took less than a minute for it to be placed in front of her. She didn't want to bring up Shay or Owen, since she still planned on pretending neither of them existed, but when her phone vibrated against the counter with a call from Aimee's number, it had to be addressed. She rejected the call, switched her phone on to silent mode and glanced back over at Colette. "Your slut of a bff told my dad on me, you know."

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Shay's body tensed up momentarily at the sound of Carson's voice, not out of anxiety or fear, but the awareness that there was another presence near her. Only a moment later, she tossed him a grin over her shoulder before reverting her attention back to the stove. One plate, a short stack of pancakes, was already finished and she was working on the last pancake for the second stack. Which was obviously hers since Carson nabbed the one on the counter top. "Well, when your step dad calls you twice, it's kinda hard to fall back asleep. And no, Colette sent one of the staff here with some stuff," she replied wistfully, flipping the pancake in the skillet before chancing a real look at Carson.

He still looked tired, she noted even after giving him a small smile at the approval of her food. Yesterday's memory still lingered in the air all around them, even if she had told herself that she had scrubbed away the hurt and grime of her brother's anger away in the shower. However, it still remained and even more-so, it was still going to be apparent than Owen hated her and Carson. He would probably be even more pissed when he found out that they were...that they were whatever they called themselves. Which was something she honestly wanted - no, needed - to know. "CJ..." For a second, the words didn't come out and Shay's gaze returned to her cooking pancake. Giving herself a little time, she scooped it out of the skillet and onto her plate before sliding the still heated pan into the sink of warm soapy water. She ignored the hiss of hot metal touching liquid in favor of turning fully to the now seated Carson.

She had kissed him last night as a means for suggesting that she was with him. The real question, though, was if he was with her. After all of this, knowing that there would be drama with Owen from here on, she didn't doubt that Carson would want to just call it quits and run. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if everything that happened alerted him to the fact that maybe he didn't really have real feelings. Maybe it was just lust and maybe Shay was overthinking everything too, she didn't know. But she didn't want to keep it to herself either. So, putting on her big girl pants, she stepped close to him until she had slid between his legs, the height he was currently at allowing her to do such. Biting her lower lip, she didn't look up at him for a few seconds before finally dragging her eyes to his. Finally, words came out and at some point she sped up, but all she could care about was that they were said and that hopefully, she wouldn't get the answer she anticipated. "Look, I know a lot happened yesterday, and I know things happen in the heat of the moment and if you didn't mean them, that's fine, I won't fault you. I just...what are we? Because if we're anything, it's gonna be bad and if you don't want this, then..."


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To: Chris
Answer ur phone

To: Chris
I'm gonna keep this up until u answer me

To: Chris
WAKE UP!!!

Colette might have actually begun pestering her brother purposefully, especially if he had went out with whomever he had managed to bag last night. She was still a bit upset with him for choosing a lay over his best friend. Chris wasn't some overly-emotional or sentimental guy, but she didn't expect him to be so heartless. Shay had literally been crying in his arms - the same girl who hated when she cried, in any situation. So, it spelled bad and the fact that he ignored that in favor of getting fucked by some random little drunk bimbo annoyed her, and so Colette felt justified in getting on her brother's nerves. Still smirking at her phone and awaiting a response from either of her original two contacts, her gaze fell on the last notification of a message exchange between herself and Owen. Knowing Shay, she was not going to tell her step-brother that Pierce was looking for him and she didn't blame her. She also didn't doubt that Owen would be trying to avoid his father at the moment. At the same time, and blame it on her for caring a bit more than she should, she couldn't help but contact the idiot, though she left the message as detached of her usual quips as she could.

To: Owen
Rise and shine, ur Dad called. Perhaps u should call him back, no?

Setting her phone down, Colette turned to smile at a kitchen staff member who refilled her strawberry mimosa, smiling appreciatively. She honestly did not anticipate Alexandra coming down for breakfast with her, but the invitation had been extended and she would have liked at least a response. She also would have preferred Oliver's presence by now, but she was trying to be a bit patient. In her musings, she almost did not notice Alexa coming into the kitchen until she head the eighteen year old ask about the others in the house. Colette primly uncrossed and crossed her legs, taking her glass in her hand as she smiled at the youngest Collins member. Last night, Colette might have actually snapped at Lex. She might have called her out on being so damn selfish and for putting her sister in such a horrible position when it was really her own fault. However, after all of that stress, all she could do at the moment was play it sweet. It wouldn't be the first time she had acted. "Just you and me, and Ari and Oliver. Your brother left last night, good riddance." Colette said the last part with a larger drink of her mimosa and set it back down.

She raised an eyebrow at Alexandra's ignoring whomever she was calling her, perhaps Pierce or Aimee? Those would be two people who would call only to warrant such a reaction. Shay wasn't calling Alexandra any time soon and Owen wouldn't call. He would probably snatch her up like he did last night. Her eyebrow probably twitched a bit at the sound of Lex insulting Shay, but Colette took a page out of Ariana's book and allowed her gaze to rove over the brunette before remarking, "My slut of a best friend bought that bikini. I remember because I helped her pick it out." It was more on a thoughtful note than anything else, but also as a reminder that Lex shouldn't be turning on the only person in the house who played as her ally and, playing with the pieces of fruit on her saucer, Colette added frostily, "We're also not talking about my friend if you can't delete the insults from your vocabulary. The last thing you two need to be are one another's enemies when your brother is acting crazy." With that part said, Colette's gaze returned to Alexa's. "So, how are you feeling? Now that everything's out in the open? Last night was...something."

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Alexandra sipped her cool lemonade as she took in Colette's words. Aside from Owen shoving her into the Rockefeller twins last night, this was one of the first times that she was actually speaking to Colette one on one since the summer started. She quickly remembered how different she was than Ariana, despite the two constantly being compared with one another. Colette always knew exactly what to say, and how to say it to get a rise out of someone. She was quick witted with a sharp tongue, someone that Alexandra doubted could ever lose in an argument to anyone, aside from Ari, maybe. At the same time, it was clear that the sisters were twins in more than just their appearances. The way that their eyes roved over people and basically exclaimed that they were judging them, the way that they could both speak in such icy tones as if it were their second nature... they had some shared mannerisms that were impossible to skip over.

Alexandra was satisfied when Colette confirmed that it was only them two, Ariana and Oliver in the house. As long as Ariana hadn't been convinced into joining Team Owen over night - which didn't seem likely, considering he was out and she wasn't, her day would be peaceful. It would be especially peaceful if she could get her hand on one of those mimosas Colette was currently sipping. Her lemonade was not going to cut it all day, and especially not when Colette reminded her of how she was going to take Shay's side. Typical. If she was lucky, maybe Ariana would want to spite Colette enough that she would take her side for that reason alone. She remained silent though, because it seemed impossible to talk about her sister without hurling an insult in there as well. She idly stirred her spoon in the bowl of Lucky Charms. Alexandra hated milk and refused to even eat her cereal with it, and like a five year old, she only ate the marshmallows out of this particular cereal. Her justification was that the small bowl of sliced strawberries that accompanied the cereal made it a balanced breakfast. Colette's quick change from reprimanding her for trash talking Shay to asking how she was caught her off guard, but it seemed genuine. As she pondered a response, she came to the sudden realization that Shay and Carson were both gone, which obviously meant they had spent the night together. Ariana was wrong. It took her a while to come to the full conclusion, but now she saw that they were something. "I told Tinashé that I liked him and the next night she fucked him." That wasn't exactly true. Alexandra hadn't even admitted that they had actually slept together, though her ambiguity that night and later admittance to Owen had confirmed it. Plus, she didn't know if Carson and Shay had spent the night together but it didn't take a rocket scientist to put those pieces together. She somehow managed to keep her emotions suppressed still, and only picked her gaze up from her cereal to glance at Colette blankly. "How would you feel if Ariana did that to you?"

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Colette kept her eyes on Alexa, waiting for a sign. She didn't know what the sign was - that it was okay for Colette to question her about the night with Carson? That she wasn't really as okay as she was trying to seem? That she was close to a breakdown? She honestly didn't know, but she had been aware that it had needed to be asked. She took in the expression on her face, near petulant, at being told that she basically couldn't talk about Tinashé and smiled just a little. To be completely honest, sans the whole sleeping with the guy who her sister had a thing for and then all of the shit that followed, Colette saw a bit of herself in Lex. Whether that was a good thing or bad remained a mystery, but she found her amusing at the moment. That and the fact that Alexa set to eating the marshmallows out of her cereal. It reminded her that, despite being eighteen, Alexa was still someone's baby sister. It made her see Owen's point and that alone made her smile dwindle a bit, but it remained nonetheless.

It did surprise her when Alexa eventually did speak up. It wasn't a surprising statement, not one that would wipe the smile off of Colette's face. She wasn't happy about what Alexa said, mainly because the way Shay had told the story, the sisters' interaction did not occur as such. However, she wasn't going to tell Alexa she was wrong, especially if she actually felt comfortable enough to talk to Colette. That mindset enabled her to understand Lex's viewpoint, and Colette sipped her mimosa, already wanting something stronger. This summer was turning out more nerve-wracking and drama-filled than she needed, she surmised. It was probably because of this thinking that prompted her to say what she said next. When Lex turned the question on her, Colette didn't filter herself like she would have wanted. Like Ariana would have, smile in place and all. Oh, the smile was there, but instead of some possibly genuine concern, there was, "She already did."

To which she reacted almost immediately. Colette regretted the words the second they dripped from her mouth and scrambled to correct herself, eyes wide and guilty. "W-wait...I did not just say that and you did not just hear that." That was stupid and Lex wasn't stupid, so Colette hurried to move past her verbal fuck up. Instead, she addressed Lex's first statement by saying, all while refusing to meet Alexa's gaze, "For the record, Shay hasn't slept with Carson. She stayed over there because your psycho brother went ape shit crazy on her and I didn't think it would be best if she was here with him. At least when I thought he was going to still be here." For only this moment, Colette honestly wished her sister would just randomly appear. Use that condescending tone, make a remark about her outfit - she didn't care. If only to dispel the air she had placed around herself and the second to the last person she should have admitted that to.

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Owen was well aware of his father trying to contact him, so Colette's text didn't surprise him. He didn't answer her right away for a multitude of reasons. For one, he was already awake and had been for two hours. He had literally watched his phone vibrate against the nightstand in his hotel bedroom for the six attempts his father tried to reach him. He didn't want to speak to his father right now, but not because he felt like he had to explain or apologize for his behavior last night. If anything, he felt like Pierce should be thanking him for stepping up while he was gone. Owen was still set in the mind frame that it had been necessary for him to punch Carson. Not only out of anger and his own personal feelings of betrayal, but to preserve their family's dignity... to make an example of Carson, that guys couldn't go around messing with his sisters with no repercussions.

He let each of the calls go to voicemail because Owen felt guilty for letting it all happen in the first place. The violence wouldn't have been needed if he had kept a closer eye on Alexandra and if he had kept her away from their mother more. So, yeah, though Owen couldn't verbally admit it last night to Colette, he knew that Alexandra was in the wrong in this whole thing too. He didn't know how their one night stand had went down and at this point didn't think he could stomach knowing, but he knew that she had some involvement in it. Carson was no longer his friend, but it wasn't like he was some monster who would have sexually assaulted Lex. Plus, the way that Alexandra had been so brazen in flirting with Carson right before everything went down basically spelled out that she was more than willing to go for round two with him. And then there was Shay. He was sure that now, by the time that Colette knew that Pierce was trying to contact him, his father had reached Tinashé. Shay had undoubtedly given her sob story recollection of the events... how Owen was standing in the way of her undeniable love for Carson for the past thirteen years, how he had interrupted them making out and like savage, slammed his fist into Carson's head, and more than anything, how mean he had been to her. Owen did go overboard with his comments to Shay and he definitely didn't mean the words now with a clear morning mind as much as he had last night, but if anyone was out of line, it was still her.


After room service brought a BLT breakfast sandwich to his room, he decided to call his father back. His call was answered on the first ring which wasn't shocking considering how many times Pierce had tried contacting him in the last couple of hours.

"Owen?"

"Hey, Dad."

"I called you fifty times. Where the hell have you been?" Pierce was audibly angry and it caught Owen off guard. He and his father were almost always on the same team. The only time that they weren't was when it came to Shay, really. Owen had always felt like his father was soft on his stepdaughter in an attempt to get her to like him. It probably worked, at least compared to his relationship with his biological daughter.

"It's only ten o'clock. I was asleep." Owen had furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at his father's attitude but tried to play it off as him just being concerned. Owen, in his "I'm always right" frame of mind, didn't think his father could actually be that pissed at him.

"Yeah? Asleep where? Nkruma said neither you nor Shay stayed at the house last night." Owen had never dealt with his father's anger directed at him like this. Even though his father wasn't yelling and there were thousands of miles between them, he could imagine the veins in his father's forehead bulging and his fists clenching in frustration just as Owen's did. He knew this tone very well, though it was because it was always directed at Alexandra with Owen agreeing with whatever Pierce was getting worked up over. "What the hell's wrong with you, Owen? Talking to your sister like that?! Punching Carson in the goddamned face? And in a club, of all places! While you're getting your beauty sleep, I'm sure the media's over there having a field day with all of this. Did--"

"He slept with Alexandra and Shay knew about it, Dad! She knew about it all along and I don't know about you, but she sure as hell didn't tell me. And now you're going to get mad at me for doing something about it? I didn't do anything wrong." Owen really, really tried to keep himself calm. His blood pressure was probably just getting back to a normal level after last night's affairs, and one night of that sort of anger still left him feeling drained. Regardless, he inadvertently slammed his glass of orange juice onto the table at that last sentence, causing its contents to splash onto the wood surface. He was too involved in the conversation now to even care, though.

"I'm not mad at you for doing something about it. I'm mad at what you did about it. I don't even want to talk about Carson and Alexandra right now because that's a whole other story, but go ahead, give me your side of the story about what happened between you and Tinashé."

That was what he was calling about? Out of everything that had come to light last night, his verbal argument with Shay was what had him pissed at him? It took a lot of self control for Owen to not snap then and there. "I'm sure whatever she told you was true, but you don't understand--" what I walked in on.

Pierce didn't want to hear it. Owen had confirmed that he had berated Shay in front of at least Carson, and that was enough for his point to be made, apparently. "No, there's nothing to understand. Family comes first, always. I want both of you back home and on good terms by the end of the night." It was Pierce's way of telling his horribly stubborn son to suck it up, toss his pride and apologize. Pierce hung up before Owen could get another word in, and rather than chuck his phone at the wall like he wanted to do, he decided to reply to Colette. He knew that he owed her an apology, despite being less certain about owing his sister one. He also sent a text to Ariana, who had surprisingly been absent from his thoughts all morning, and then reluctantly to Alexandra and Shay, too. After sending them, he headed out to his car. The night's stay was already charged to his card and now that it was made clear that he couldn't stay away from his problems any longer, he decided to start the forty-five minute drive back home

To: Colette
Yeah thanks I spoke to him. Look I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have snapped on u like that. Ik u and Shay are close and whatever and you probably have to take her side but just bc I was mad at her didn't mean it was right for me to turn that anger on u. So I'm sorry and want to just put this behind us if that's ok.

To: Ariana
I'm sry for everything last night. I never get pissed like that but unless you already heard the whole story, I'll explain it when I get home and make it up to you. I just wasn't thinking straight and didn't mean for it to affect you and your night. Im omw back to Beverly Hills to deal with all of this so we can talk then but I still wanna stay at your beach house if you're still up for that?

To: Shay
My dad wants me to talk to you so do you want to talk or no

To: Alexandra
You better be home when I get there in an hour

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Colette's first response to her question was enough to cause Alexandra to look up from her cereal with a quirked eyebrow. She loved gossip, especially when it wasn't about her, and some sister drama not related to her and Shay was definitely going to brighten her sour mood. Colette tried to play it off and turn the conversation back to Shay and Carson but that was irrelevant for the time being. Who did Ariana sleep with, knowing that Colette liked him? At first, Alexandra assumed that it must have been some boy they went to high school with. Through hearing all of the stories of how mean Ariana was to Shay during the few years they went to school together, she also became fully aware of how Ariana was the queen bee. It didn't surprise Lex that boys were all over her and that if she wanted to, she could pull a googly eyed boy out from right under her own sister. Not only did Ariana probably have the power to do something like that back then, but apparently, she also had a cold enough heart to do so. That was if Shay's testament to her bullying skills still held any weight, which Alexandra decided they did, even if she hated her sister at the moment.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You just said that you and Ariana have your own Carson." She let her spoon rest on the edge of the bowl as her lips curled into a smirk. Now she was intrigued and awake. "Who was it, and why in the world did she leave whoever it is and settle with my brother?" she continued, a look of disgusting on her face as the sentence closed. It didn't even cross her mind that said boy was her brother. She was mouthing off about Shay for liking the boy that she had slept with once and didn't have any real feelings for, and across from her sat Colette who secretly had real feelings for Owen, and yet managed to live in the same house as both her sister and him. Had she known that, she never would have criticized Colette's seemingly endless need for drinks again. "You can't just say something like that and not tell me. I'll ask Ari myself if I have to." Alexandra strongly doubted that the patron saint Ariana would admit to doing such a thing, but she hoped threatening Colette with it would get her talking. The excitement of the drama enhanced Alexandra's mood enough that she glanced down at the phone that's bright light indicated a text had come in. With her excitement overpowering her inhibitions, she was quick to shoot Owen back a sarcastic and mocking text.

To: Owen
I am home sweet home can't wait to see you <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!