Beverly Shores | Official Thread

Timeskip!!

Date: 12/04/2024
Event: Free day

December has arrived, but fortunately for the stars (and friends) of Los Angeles, California, it is not too cold in the city. In fact, the stars of Beverly Shores will likely be seen spending the day comfortably, indulging in the warmth they receive from their crafts. Busy on set, the actors find themselves playing out scenes, listening to the masterful instructions of their directors. In the studio, singers and rappers pour their souls into their music, watching through the glass screen as their producers polish their sound. But in various parts of LA, as well, managers and agents frantically search for gigs that their unemployed, sleepy clients need so desperately. And to add onto this, the social media of every Beverly Shores resident are bombarded with notifications, notifying them of the different campaigns for Beverly Shores mayor (Election day next skip). Good luck to those running!!

@BeverlyShores

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Lucy stood there listening to Steven speak. She was pretty good at reading Steven even when he didn’t show his emotions. She knew he didn’t believe a word of what she said. However, she didn’t care. She knew Steven was full of $h!t when he talked about Cindy. He didn’t trust her either because of the things she has done. She just stood there with a smile on her face as Steven talked. She couldn’t stand when he acted like this. He could do whatever he wanted but if he only knew all the things Lucy has done. Maybe they would be divorced already. Steven was just about to say something else to Blake but he was cut off. It was known of his business what was really about to happen between Blake and her. She knew Steven was being condescending.

However, she didn’t even have time to respond to him because a game was announced. She headed over to the table with everyone her drink in hand. She didn’t know what to expect with this game. She stood next to Steven as people started taking their turns in Diss or Thank. She just stood there smiling and listening to everyone. She wondered when it would be her turn. However, she ended up being one of the last three so they had to be together. She looked at both Steven and Danny as she smiled. Then she looked at the group.

She listened to Danny go first and thank her. This made her feel appreciated. Then Steven decided to go. Once again she listened to his arrogant @$$ talk. Sometimes the way he talked really got to her. When Steven finished his speech she knew he was trying to say he sees all pretty much. However, she knew that wasn’t true. He didn’t know have the things she had done. She looks around at the faces and smiles. She then sees him… The man she hasn’t spoken to or seen in twelve years. She did a double take. “Levi Sutton” She whispered. What the hell is he doing here. She thought as she knew she needed to speak to him later.

Steven was finally finished talking. Thank God She thought as she stood there. She now had to speak. She took a swig of her drink. She surely needed the liquid courage before this. She took a deep breath. “Well since I have the pleasure of sharing this with two wonderful people. One being my husband and the other being my good friend. I couldn’t be happier to be the one ending this.” She said and smiled at the group. Some people had walked away already. Two girls got into a fight and threw drinks on each other. So she felt she had to end this on a happy note, or we’ll try to anyways.

She took another sip of her drink. “Well first off I would like to thank my good friend and collaborator Danny Gray. Firstly, thank you Danny for being such a good friend all these years. Secondly, Thank you for creating the best duet I’ve done so far. Lastly, Thank you Danny for always being there for me.” She smiled at him. She thought the things he said were sweet. It didn’t really get into how close they were. A lot of people didn’t know what she did. She knew Steven thought Danny liked her but there was no way that was true and she knew that. So she thought the way Steven talked to Danny was kind of funny because she knew that Steven was trying to tell him to check his feelings.

She then turned and focused all her attention on Steven. She downed the rest of her drink before starting. “Steven, oh Steven… Where to start??? She said and paused for dramatic effect. “Well firstly I would like to thank you for finding me all those years ago in Georgia and moving me out to LA to become what I am today. Secondly, I would like to thank you for our wonderful and loving kids. She smiled at him and blew him a kiss. Was that all she could really say? Or was there more for her to say. She thought for a moment then started to speak again. “However, I will also have to diss you some…because I think you are having an affair. I also know you are a condescending @$$ who I think only married me because I got pregnant with our oldest daughter Cindy. She is so much like you it’s not funny. However, Thank you for all the wonderful memories and moments of the fourteen years we have been together.” She smiled at him and walked away.

@CrazyCaliope Steven
@eunoia Danny

@Kbail Blake mentioned
@bpalmer Levi mentioned

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As the early morning light streamed through the sheer curtains of her cozy Beverly Shores house, Helen yawned and stretched, her Havanese, Pumpkin, nestled comfortably against her. With a quick scratch behind his ears, she couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning, my fluffy alarm clock,” she teased, giving him a gentle nudge. “Ready to go, buddy?”

After a few indulgent moments of puppy cuddling, Helen slipped out of bed, her bare feet meeting the cool tiled floor. She made her way to the kitchen, her mind already buzzing with the day’s agenda. “Okay, Pumpkin,” she said, filling his bowl with kibble. “We have a lot to do before we even think about the set for ‘Food Trucks and Fiasco.’”

While the tea kettle boiled, she wandered to the bathroom and washed her face, brushing her teeth while glancing at her reflection. Her hair, usually a perfect cascade of glossy waves, looked more like a tangled bird’s nest this morning. “Ugh, I really should’ve been nicer last night,” she muttered, recalling the Friendsgiving dinner, where Dave had practically ditched her the moment they arrived.

“But did you see how he just wandered off with his buddy?” she exclaimed to Pumpkin, who tilted his head curiously. “I mean, what kind of ‘boyfriend’ leaves his ‘girlfriend’ to fend for herself like that? Like hello, I’m right here!” She huffed as she styled her hair into a sleek ponytail, swishing it back and forth a couple times.

Dressed in her favorite oversized sweater and leggings, she grabbed her phone to check the time—Tommy would be here soon. Just as she was about to apply her makeup, her phone buzzed with a message. It was from Tommy, confirming he was on his way. “Great,” she whispered to Pumpkin, “Can’t wait to hear his thoughts on this whole mess. I guess the impromptu speech on Dave’s end was good.”

After an icy shower, Helen took a moment to appreciate how refreshing it felt. “You know, Pumpkin, maybe I’m overreacting about Dave. I mean, it’s just one dinner, right? It’s not like it’s real.” She pursed her lips as she smoothed foundation over her skin. As she carefully applied eyeliner, Pumpkin danced around her feet, eager for attention. “Alright, alright, you little attention-seeker,” she laughed, kneeling down to give him a quick belly rub. “How about a quick walk before we kick off the day? Just you, me, and the beach—we have about fifteen minutes.”

After a final spritz of perfume, Helen grabbed her bag, threw in a few treats for Pumpkin, and scooped him up into her arms. “Let’s go, maybe Tommy will let you come once he sees you’re literally an angel in a tiny furry body.” She said, barely seven minutes to spare for a walk. She’d make it quick, hopefully get home before Tommy arrived.


@ChayChay05 | Tommy

Mentions | @LunaticLeviTheSecond | Dave

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Tommy woke up. Everything from the Thanksgiving party swirling in his head. Did him and Quincy really officially end things. Did he really keep stealing glances at Helen every chance he got. How could Dave just walk away from Helen like that! He was still mad at Dave for that. It sure was a confusing day/night for him. It felt long to him. He still couldn’t believe what happened at the end of the party. How dare that guy spill water on me. He thought as he thought about everything. It was so rude of the guy he felt. He knew it was an accident. Hell, maybe the guy did it on purpose to start a conversation with him. He knew he wasn’t all that, but he did believe some people liked him or thought he was attractive. He wasn’t sure however if the guy was trying to hit on him or not since it was cut short. Maybe he can run into that guy again.

He finally decided to get up. He went into the bathroom to wash his face and gel his hair. Then he brushed his teeth. He went into the closet to find the best look for today. He finally narrowed it down. He was now dressed for success and the day that laid ahead. He went to the kitchen and brewed himself a cup of French vanilla coffee. He had put his sugar in the cup before brewing it so it would melt faster. Once it was done brewing, he added the Franch vanilla creamer. He gave it a little stir. He also decided to make himself some eggs and toast. Of course, he scrambled his eggs and added in some cheese. He sat at the island/bar right there in the kitchen as he ate. He had a dining room but that was only used for parties. He had a breakfast nook but that was only used when people were over.

He finished eating and washed his dishes. He then checked the time and realized it was almost time to leave. He made sure his place was spotless before leaving. He went and got into his car. He then texted Helen that he was on the way to her. So, he drove over to her place. However, he took the long way around. He was trying so hard to get his mind right. He couldn’t like Helen. She was a client… He pulled up at her place and pulled into the driveway. He smiled as he got out the car. He slowly walked to the door and knocked. However, she didn’t come to the door. So, he decided to text her.

Helen (The Beautiful)

Hey Helen, I’m here. I just knocked but nothing. So just wanted to check in and make sure you’re good. I’ll just wait in the car for you… See you soon :kissing_heart:


@eunoia Helen

Mentioned: @LunaticLeviTheSecond Dave & Faust @CrazyCaliope Qunicy

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AJ chuckled at Faust’s poetic words. "Always the wordsmith, huh? But seriously, I’m glad you’re happy to see me. It means a lot.” As he sipped his drinks, AJ listened to Faust’s talk about emotional movies "Yeah, My Girl definitely had us both in tears.” He paused to reminisce a moment or two. "Good times. It’s funny how those memories stick with you.”
When Faust mentioned missing the kids and being the fun uncle, AJ grinned. “You’ve got that right, they adore you.” Then Faust slapped him on the back and AJ returned the favour. “Alright, go charm the rest of the crowd. But we need to catch up properly later.”


After Faust left, AJ down the last of his drink and ordered another, only to then find himself in a large game of “Diss or Thank.” It seemed like an odd way to mix things up among the group gathered here tonight. AJ waited it out for a good handful of guests to take their turn before deciding to approach the bowl himself. He drew a slip of paper and unfolded it. The name on it read: Cole Walker, which made AJ frowned slightly, as he didn’t recognise the name at all. Glancing around at the party faces, he tried to spot the person; only spotting him after hearing the whispers and nods in the man’s direction.

AJ cleared his throat and decided to speak up with honesty. “Well, looks like I’ve drawn a name I don’t recognise. Sorry, Cole Walker, you must be new to town.” Pausing to raise his glass to Cole. “Since I don’t know you, Cole, it wouldn’t be fair to throw a diss your way. Instead, I’ll take this opportunity to welcome you and thank you. It’s not easy stepping into a new community, so good luck mate and I wish you all the best.” Toasting to Cole, he took a sip and stepped off to the side.


The following morning, AJ was rudely awoken to the insistent ringing of his mobile, groaning as he fumbled for it on the nightstand. It was a work call, of course it was, and the clock read just almost 6am. As his thumbs fumbled with the button to answer the call, he glanced at the empty side of the bed, wondering if Ethan had come over late last night or early this morning: he hadn’t. AJ wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or disappointed by this. Pushing aside his thoughts, he answered the call, ““Good morning, Alex Campion speaking,”” while throwing himself out of bed and padding to his home office.


@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Faust
@ChayChay05 - Cole

Approachable!

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Lucy had gone home right after the game ended. She didn’t feel like dealing with her husband’s condescending ways any longer. She went home to find a scene she wasn’t expecting. Teenagers everywhere. She was not happy at all. She sent all the kids home. She sighed and spoke with their oldest Cindy about what she did wrong by having a party without them there. She made sure the other kids were in bed. Then she cleaned the entire house before finally going to bed herself.


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Lucy woke up. She fed the kid’s breakfast. Then got herself ready for the day. As she got ready for the day; the events of the Thanksgiving party still running through her head. Did she really think about leaving the party with The Blake Palamo. She wanted to leave with him so bad. If it hadn’t been for Steven showing up, she would have left with Blake and probably got into some trouble. She couldn’t believe she saw Levi Sutton there. She knew he lived in L.A but what was he doing in Beverly Shores. What was he doing at an event she was at. They haven’t run in the same circles for twelve years now. She knew they needed to talk. She knew they needed to each other. She needed answers to all the questions in her head. So, as she stood there getting ready for the day. She decided to send him a text and see if he was free and possibly wanted to do lunch.

Levi :blue_heart: Sutton

Hey Levi… It’s Lucy… I got a new number since the last time we spoke. I saw you at the Thanksgiving Yacht Party… So anyways… I was wondering if by chance you were free for lunch. Maybe our favorite place from twelve years ago?

Lucy did her hair first. She decided to wear it down. She brushed her teeth. Then she did her makeup. First starting with her foundation. Then the eyes were next. She took careful precession to put on the eyeshadow just right. Then she did her mascara probably making a funny face. Of course, the lips were last. She then slipped into her outfit for the day. She sprayed some perfume on after she was done with everything else. She glanced in the mirror again before she walked out the bathroom. She waited for a response to Levi’s text. However, while waiting she decided she was going to the restaurant either way. So, she decided to tell Steven.
“Hey love, I’m going to lunch with friends. I’ll be back later. I hope you have a great day. Love you.” She yelled out to him as she was heading for the garage. She didn’t want to actually talk to him right now, so she figured it was better to just tell him and leave. She went to the restaurant and waited for Levi and his text.

@bpalmer Levi (so excited for this)

mentioned: @CrazyCaliope Steven @Kbail Blake

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The morning sun shone through the windows, coloring the bedroom a pleasant peach hue. The sounds of birds chirping a gleeful song emanated from the trees. It was a perfect morning, except for the sound of Josie Montana blowing her nose into a tissue. She had been crying into her tissue for most of the morning and sitting on her bed, the old makeup she wore from yesterday getting messed up from tears. Why was she crying? Her husband Sean Doyle had filed for divorce 2 days prior because she had fallen pregnant.

News Article

Headline: Reality Star Josie Montana’s Husband Files for Divorce, Claims Infidelity

Date: November 2024

By: Emma Hartfield, Entertainment Correspondent

In an unexpected and dramatic turn, Sean Doyle has filed for divorce from reality television star and singer Josie Montana, citing irreconcilable differences. The announcement, made public earlier today, has escalated into a media whirlwind as allegations surface that Josie, 41, is pregnant with another man’s child.

In a candid interview with local reporters outside the couple’s Los Angeles home, Sean, 42, expressed his heartbreak over the situation. “The most hurtful part is knowing she’s pregnant—by someone else.” Sean Doyle did not reveal who the alleged affair partner was.

The couple, who tied the knot in a lavish ceremony six years ago, had recently ignited speculation regarding the state of their relationship. Friends had noted a shift towards tension, yet few anticipated the public unraveling that has now transpired. “They appeared content in public, but there was always an underlying strain,” shared one confidant.

As the shocking news of Josie’s alleged pregnancy circulates, fans and followers have flocked to social media, expressing their astonishment and confusion. Many have taken to Josie’s Instagram and Twitter, leaving supportive messages, while others demand clarity regarding the rumors of infidelity, particularly those stemming from a reported yacht party the reality star attended recently.

Legal experts suggest that this divorce may turn into a highly publicized emotional battle, especially with the added complexities of a pregnancy. Family attorney Rebecca Klein stated, “High-profile divorces can be complicated, especially when children are involved. Sean’s allegations could lead to a contentious custody dispute if Josie is indeed pregnant.”

*In a separate statement released through her publicist, Josie has not yet addressed the allegations directly but expressed her desire to focus on her health and *
wellbeing

As the narrative of this high-profile split continues to unfold, fans are left questioning the future of one of reality television’s favorite couples. With both Sean and Josie remaining tight-lipped regarding the specifics of their separation and the rumored involvement of a third party, many wonder: what will the next chapter hold for Josie Montana?

Stay tuned as we bring you the latest updates on this developing story.

Josie let out another stream of tears while thinking about the fact that Sean spilled the beans to the media. Even though she understood why, nevertheless it still hurt. Her thoughts went to the last time they talked which turned into a full blown argument. They’ve had lots of arguments over the course of their relationship, but this time, Josie could tell that Sean was truly done. Even though she risked all of this happening, she still had to tell the truth about her pregnancy as soon as possible. The guilt would have eaten her alive, even more than the guilt about what happened at that stupid yacht party. She still wasn’t prepared for how Sean was completely done with their marriage, especially when he threw his ring on the floor and walked out.

The sound of the doorbell ringing echoed throughout the house. Josie froze for a second. She didn’t know that anyone was going to come by and definitely didn’t want them to see her in this state. She rushed to the bathroom and started doing her hair and washing her face, then she went down stairs and opened the front door. That was when she saw Aisling standing there. This was the last person Josie wanted to see especially since it looked like she just woke up in a pig sty. Usually if something like this were to happen, she would have kicked Aisling down the driveway but at this point she didn’t care. She just sighed, pushing open the door more. “Come in.” Then she walked into the house before Aisling could say anything, heading to the living room.

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@Caticorn - Aisling

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Ezra exhaled deeply, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he maneuvered through the security gates of Faust Campion’s estate. The manicured lawns and grand architecture faded in the rearview mirror as he turned onto the sun-drenched streets of Beverly Shores. He was glad to be leaving, even if just for a moment. The prospect of an unplanned family reunion filled him with a mix of apprehension and relief—relief that he could avoid the inevitable mushiness and emotional exchanges that accompanied family gatherings of others.

As he drove, the weight of his responsibilities as Faust’s bodyguard loomed in the back of his mind. He had always been supportive of his clients family, if not a little suspicious at all times, but he didn’t relish the idea of getting caught in the crossfire of heartfelt conversations and sentimental gestures. That was why he had volunteered to pick up donuts and coffee. It was a perfect diversion—one that would buy him some much-needed time. He wasn’t planning on getting all too close to any client.


The muscle memory of parallel parking felt good. Clean, smooth, no stress. Ezra couldn’t count the amount of times he’d practiced it as a teenager after failing his driving test because he hadn’t been within twelve inches of the curb. Yeah, good time.

Closing his car door, Ezra felt the sun warm his back and decided to keep his sunglasses pulled over his face. The coffee shop was crowed with patrons, he didn’t mind. He wasn’t in a rush. So as he strode in, continually taking in everything from habit, it struck him that a particular man’s lean build piqued his interest.

He recalled vividly seeing this man at the Friendsgiving gathering last night. They hadn’t exchanged words, just a brief glance shared over crowded tables and laughter. Despite the busyness of the evening, the man’s presence had left an impression on him, maybe even a peculiar sense of curiosity that lingered.

Ezra’s pulse quickened, his initial surprise giving way to a devilish grin. Why not have a little fun? He moved away from the his beaten path and made his way toward the man, seemingly also getting coffee. As Ezra approached, he could feel the intoxicating rush of the moment—an inexplicable energy crackled between everyone he met off duty.

“Hey,” Ezra said playfully as he caught up, holding the door open. Unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips, “don’t tell me you’re stalking me now. I didn’t think I’d see a face from last nights friendsgiving here in broad daylight.” he teased.


@cordyx | Marco | hope this works :see_no_evil:

@LunaticLeviTheSecond | Faust | Mentioned

Fit

100% inspired by @Kbail ‘s outfit plate for Josie

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After the events of Thanksgiving, Emiliano was certainly not in a peaceful mood. He had returned to his home with Winsley, but their paths had scarcely crossed. Always out prepping for his role, he would admit to himself that he was avoiding his wife. The questions loomed, and he wasn’t ready to face them. It was a good excuse—a perfect excuse—that he had an important role coming up—his comeback role by an esteemed director. Such an excuse meant that no one really questioned why the golden couple weren’t seen together after the reunion.

Instead, the media brimmed with positivity, fueled by their managers who had arranged for a paparazzo to capture an “off-guard” photo of Winsley and Emilio, seemingly on a date. The image had trended for the month, sparking a flurry of articles speculating about the state of the ‘golden couple.’

And to be honest, right now, Emilio did not know where they stood.

Moreover, to cut short the talk about the golden couple, Emiliano had asked his manager to distribute his new number to all his family and friends, as he had lost his original phone along with all their numbers in the… in the place, and he needed to reconnect. He had gotten his siblings’ numbers from their mother after visiting her last week, knowing they would have questions—questions he wasn’t ready to answer—but it was better to get it over with and spend time with the people he had missed all this while. Talking about those people, Sunny had phoned him, asking him to come to her house, with no explanation.

The tension gnawed at him as he drove to Sunny’s place. The past weeks had been a whirlwind of rehearsals, photo ops, and nights that were well… restless. He wondered what exactly his sister needed him for. They had not ended on a good note on Thanksgiving, as after all, after the party had ended, Emilio had headed straight home, avoiding them throughout the party as he needed time to clear his mind off after the big reveal. He did not want them to ask him what he meant by that or what he did-he couldn’t admit yet, not even to himself. Admitting it out loud, would only make it more real, and that scared the shxt out of him. He especially did not want Dejay to know what had happened, even though Dejay was the only one would could possibly understand his feelings at this time.

As he pulled up to Sunny’s house, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever awaited inside. The door creaked open, and someone let him inside, giving him strange looks that made Emilio look away. As he stepped inside, he saw sunny, and walked up to her. “Been a while,” He teased, knowing that the person who let him in was still close to them, though they were walking away.“Feels like I’m saying this often,” He is, he knows he is. “So…” His voice trailed as they were now alone, “How can I be of help?”


@Caticorn

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Still lightheaded from yesterday’s event, either from the drinking or stumbling on something while drinking, Marco was still focused on the one thing that kept him going: his work. As he peeked from the drapery and looked at the weather for today, he decided on something warm enough to suit the weather while showing something, as the weather isn’t as harsh as it is in other states. As is usual in his morning routine, he looked into his closet, did his makeup, ate something light, and grabbed all his papers as he went on to his work.

Life in the boutique seemed lively enough, with a few people willing to pay and a good number of clients added to his ledgers. The crew was bustling with suggestions and notifications from who bought what, all while the big man in the dark corner plans on outfits from his highest clients as he called each fashion house for any archival pieces they’ll allow to use. His eyes felt heavy as the lower lid eyeliner matched his grogginess, making him feel as though he needed some refreshments to move on. Calling his assistant, he requested coffee until his phone rang to bear bad news: [color= #01DF00]“She’s not here? Her hamster died. Funeral?”[/color] His words were calm yet tired, understanding her assistant’s reason yet disappointed she had not called him the morning earlier. [color= #01DF00]“Fine, fine. But do give her a warning to remind me next time; she knows I don’t like surprises. No, I’ll just do it myself; it’s good for me.”[/color] And with his work still scattered on the drawing board, he decided to take a walk to cool off his head and get that necessary exercise.

The coffee shop was just as busy as it was in the boutique, maybe more with the majority of the public needing caffeine than designer clothes. Naturally, as he strode in to get his coffee, he decided to look upon the crowd, as he would see the regulars and some students that occupied the place. He noticed a face familiar to him—perhaps a magazine? But with little time and a reminder from a cashier, he ordered a cortado and a simple bread roll. Grabbing the order he had made, Marco expected this visit to be an in-and-out situation but was met with the man he had seen earlier. Oh, so I do know him, the magazine bodyguard. With the playful tone on the man who’s seen brooding, Marco’s eyes slightly widen with surprise and intrigue. Something wondered in him what this conversation could take, and with a playful roll in his eyes, he stared at his eyes fiercely. [color= #01DF00]“What an awful thing to say, and I thought men in black are supposed to protect people instead of harming 'em. I am but a delicate law-abiding citizen, after all.”[/color]

[color= #01DF00]“What is it with pretty men being bombarded by so many people? If only… I had someone to sit with me through all this predicament.”[/color] Marco’s eyes looked to the side as he saw a nice seat for two, signaling for both to sit down and relax for a good while. As he took his first sip of coffee, he looked at Ezra as he played around the rim of his cup with ease, teasing him as he took pleasure in meeting new people. [color= #01DF00]"You know, I’ve always been in great company with bodyguards; they sweep them off their feet whenever one finds their client in danger. I don’t need to be quite coy to say this, but it seems like interest in you has been rising for quite a while; I’d have expected that I would be the one to run over you and start the conversation, but I digress.”[/color]

Marco wanted to question his reason for approaching him, but as he formed a sentence, he couldn’t recall his name as he realized he hadn’t even asked for his name at all. Playing a shocked face, Marco covered his mouth as he stopped and introduced himself with a call card in his hand. [color= #01DF00]“My goodness, where’s my manners? Marco Manzo, stylist.”[/color] With his profession, Marco looked up and down at him as he took a closer look at him. Impressive, and I thought bodyguards never had a sense of style. His grin touched cheek to cheek as he felt happy to see such a visual pleasure that he hadn’t seen in the past few days, especially when he had met men who couldn’t care to know if their outfit clashed with their event. With his inspection, Marco continued on, [color= #01DF00]“And can I say, you have a style that encompasses both danger and sophistication? Unless, of course, you have an abysmal level of taste, I fear I don’t quite understand why you’d come near me. Apparently, my presence alone gives a magnet to men who don’t quite understand fashion and style so well.”[/color] He had stopped to think that maybe he’d been too harsh on the others, as he’d been with fashionable people as with his lifestyle throughout his life, and with the thought, he doubled down and simply gave props to Ezra, [color= #01DF00]“But I guess I am satisfied that I’m gifted by a man as gallant as you are. It makes me want a bratwurst real bad. Do you think they serve lunch here?”[/color]

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[color= #8ACD00]@eunoia | Ezra (hope this fine too ehehe)[/color]

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The morning after the yacht party, Steven lay wide awake, his mind alive and thinking of the events of last night. Feeling Lucy rouse herself awake next to him, he decided that was a perfect time to prepare for the day. They got up without exchanging a word, each going through their morning routines in a quiet, tense atmosphere. Steven showered quickly, letting the hot water wash away his remaining anger and frustration and then dressed in a pair of designer jeans and a cashmere sweater.

Downstairs, Lucy was already sorting out breakfast for the kids. As he walked downstairs, the leftovers of a party greeted him; empty cans, junk food rubbish, and a few stray items of clothing. Clearly, Cindy had taken advantage of their absence. Reaching the kitchen, he noticed Lucy giving him a brief, unreadable glance before heading upstairs to ready herself for the day. They would have to talk later, but not now. Now he had more important things to deal to; he took a seat at the table, studying his children. Cindy was absorbed in her phone, Derek and Kayden were arguing over some game they were playing, while Kameron quietly ate her cereal. “Alright, listen up,” Steven barked firmly to his children while still keeping his voice controlled. “I heard about the unscheduled party last night, Cindy, care to explain?”
Cindy rolled her eyes without looking up from her phone. “It was just a few friends, Dad. No big deal.”
“A few friends? The house was trashed,” Steven retorted with a sharper tone. “You know better than this. What if something happened? What if someone got hurt again?”
Cindy finally looked up. There was still defiance in her eyes, but with a hit of recognition at what he was suggesting. “Nothing happened, okay? Everyone was fine. You and Mum are always out at your fancy parties. Why can’t I have one too?”
“Because there’s a difference between responsible behaviour and recklessness. You need to understand the consequences of your actions. This isn’t just about you, Cindy. It’s about the safety of everyone in this house.” Derek and Kayden had fallen silent, sensing the tension, while Kameron was looking up at Steven with wide eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the argument. Surprisingly, Steven noticed this. “We’ll talk more about this later,” Steven said conclusively and a little more softly. “For now, no more unscheduled parties, particularly while you’re grounded. Understood?” Cindy muttered something under her breath but nodded reluctantly.

After breakfast, Steven made a call to a local handyman. It was time to get those security cameras he’d ordered last month installed. He had already paid the yearly subscription to the company for the three cameras and storage and access through them to link it all through his phone. What he mainly needed was someone to help put them up and talk him through using them and how to access it all on his device. As he hung up, Steven felt a slight sense of relief. The cameras would give him some peace of mind, a way to keep an eye on things even when he wasn’t around. He knew trust was a fragile thing in his household, but at least he could ensure everyone’s safety.
When Lucy came back downstairs, ready for her day, Steven had ordered the kids to help him clean up the mess downstairs. He heard Lucy yell, “Hey love, I’m going to lunch with friends. I’ll be back later. I hope you have a great day. Love you.” but he didn’t responded.

Once the five of them had tidied and the house had returned to a far nicer state, the kids went off to do as they usually do, Steven didn’t know or care, and he went grab the box the cameras had arrived in. Walking out front with it, he put the box down on a marble garden plinth before opening it to start reading the instructions. Unaware that Cameron had followed him out and was watching what he was doing from beside him.


@ChayChay05 - Lucy mentioned
@eunoia - Danny - Ready when he is.

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After Rowan left her alone and left the party. Isabella got to thinking about the article. Who could have written it? Wouldn’t they had to have been at the yacht party? Who would hate me so much? This and so much more was running through Isabella’s mind at the moment. As she sat at the bar, she looked around to see if anyone here could have possible done it. She realized it had to be someone that was actually attending the party since it was a private party, and no paparazzi was aloud on the boat. She thought hard while enjoying her beverage. Once she finished her beverage she decided to go to the security. Once she got to them, she asked to see the camera footage from the bar area around the time the picture was taken.

She watched it carefully. As she watched she did figure out who had to have done it. Holy $h!t, How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me? Him of all people? I’ve known him for so long… She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t actually see who took the picture. However, she did see who walked in from the angle the picture was taken. She was in such shock and utter disbelief. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle this. However, the person she usually confides in is the one who betrayed her. She took a deep breath and went home.


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Isabella woke up with all the things that happened coming back to life. She fought with Isla. She told Isla she never loved her, well that she was never in love with her. She then kissed Isla in the bathroom. Then Isla disappeared… Then the article. The thing that could so easily bring her reputation in the Hollywood world down, or maybe even end it. She sighed as she turned off her alarm clock. She got up and took a warm shower, not too cold not too hot. The water was perfect to try and wash away all her thoughts. However, it didn’t work at all.

She finished her shower and dried her hair. She then styled it and put on her makeup. She looked at herself in the mirror still in disbelief about half of the things from Thanksgiving. She really hoped it was just a bad dream. However, standing there standing at herself she realized it was far from a dream. It was reality… The person she trusted the most has been writing these horrible things about her She knew it was all made up, but still it stung worse than she thought. It was like a knife in the back, or a dagger through the heart. How could he do this to her? Why would he do this to her? She thought they had a special bond.

She stood there in a daze before finally getting dressed for the day. She really thought they were so close. However, now she knows it was all a lie. Granted she didn’t know why he did this. She knew however she needed answers. There was no way she could go on set and film today. She called the director and told them she would try to come in after lunch. That she wasn’t feeling well. She then got dressed for the day in a cute shirt and some shorts. She decided she needed to text Rowan. She needed to get him alone so they could talk. So, she texted him to come over.

Rowan (manager)

Hey Rowan, we need to talk asap. I need you to come to my house. We have a lot to discuss.

She hit send. She waited for a response which she did get. It said he would be there in about five to ten minutes. She walked downstairs and sat in her living room as she waited for Rowan to arrive. Her mind was racing. She just really hoped she didn’t have another panic attack. She was taking slow deep breaths to try and prepare herself for what was about to come.


@LunaticLeviTheSecond Rowan
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Althought after Thanksgiving Faust had the most amazing time with his brother and his boyfriend and kids, there was somebody missing form making the family complete. Mom and dad. Faust and AJ loved their parents and owe everything to them, because when they had much less, their parents gave all they could for them so that they had the ample opportunities to become who they wanted to be. Faust had already invited them, with AJ’s blessing, and they agreed to come, but nobody knew when exactly they would arrive.
Faust woke that morning with the first specks of sunlight going through the slit in the curtains in his bedroom, hitting him nearly in the eye. His alarm clock hasn’t rung yet and he coudn’t go to sleep from that beautiful but not entierly ideal awakening. He just showered and dressed himself and made himself a tea with honey and lemon juice. He was slowly drinking it while the rest of the household was still sleeping. He took his water bottle and left the house for his audition. It was then, at 7:12 am that he recieved a text from his parents, confirming their arrival.

Mom
Hey there Faust, darling! We woke up early today so we’d manage to arrive during a sensible time. We just started driving but Kenny says we’ll arive shortly after noon. See you then xoxo

Faust smiled at the message. Even though most people disliked recieving text messages with punctuation and perfect grammar and usually find it unsettling or passive-agressive, Faust saw it as one of mom’s quirks and found it endearing. He could always tell it was her text because it seemd sweet despite the puncuation. He sent back a text

Mom
Hey there Faust, darling! We woke up early today so we’d manage to arrive during a sensible time. We just started driving but Kenny says we’ll arive shortly after noon. See you then xoxo

Morning Mom

Say hello to Dad from me!

I can’t wait till you guys get here, I’ll tell everybody you’re arriving today <3

He then immediately decided to text AJ and told him to forward the message to his boyfriend and kids.

AJ

Morning bro

Sorry to wake you with this text but mom and dad are coming today, they just started driving

Tell Ethan, Jack and Emmy, I’ll tell Ezra

He then texted Ezra, but with much fewer details because he really needed to go soon.

Bodyguard Ezra

Hey Ezra my folks are coming over today, just FYI

After writing the last text he rushed to get to work on time, and he managed to get there before Beck, a few minutes early. He sighed when he checked his clock on his phone. He saw that while traveling Ezra wrote back to him suggesting he get coffee for his parents and Faust smiled at how thoughtful Ezra was being. He responded back saying it was a great idea and saying his parents liked simple coffee and that they are the type of people to order cups of Joe instead of caramel maciatos and yes he mispelled it this way in the text but who cares it’s only texting.
He turned around to see Beck coming towards him and he waved to her. He wasn’t sure if she was just now getting there or if she was already on set but somewhere else.

@Kbail - Beck
@Ouijaloveletters - AJ mentioned
@Tina.G - Ezra mentioned

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Ever since the night of Thanksgiving, when he saw Isabella fall apart because of what he wrote, he’s been feeling guilty. Guilty for everything he’s written about and against her. His sole objective was to hurt her although he didn’t want to do it, he felt like he had to, and he told himself that as long as it serves the purpose and gets him to his goal, any hurt he administers to her is justified. It was all justified to him except on days when he’d have feelings of friendship for her … Then he’d feel guilt and regret … And those days were growing in number ever since he started working for her.
Not anymore … Now he feels guilt and remorse while knowing she’s too good to be friends with the person who went behind her back like that, punishing her for something she didn’t do.

This morning he stood up in his bed, feeling to depressed to get cleaned. I won’t get dressed until she needs me He thought to himself. Itwas like she could read his mind because almost imeddiately after she asked him to get down over text. He knew he needed at least 5 minutes to get presentable for her so he answered her with:

Issa
Hey Rowan, we need to talk asap. I need you to come to my house. We have a lot to discuss.

Sure thing, I’ll be there in 5-10 minutes

He jumped up brushed his teeth, had a quick shower withouth his hair and put on a quick outfit. He came downstairs to find her in the living room. He didn’t know what to expect when he came down, either good or bad news, but he knew it was something serious from her taking deep breaths. He was confused because lately he’s been writing no articles about her and he was worried something worse happened to her.
“Isabella?” He asked worriedly. “What’s happened? You’re as pale as a sheet, you’d fit right in Ireland. Something is wrong, but whatever it is I bet it can be fixed.”

@ChayChay05 - Isabella
This will be sooo fun!

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“What an awful thing to say, and I thought men in black are supposed to protect people instead of harming 'em. I am but a delicate law-abiding citizen, after all.” When Ezra looked at Marco, delicate wasn’t the word that came to mind. Maybe upon first glance, but once those fierce eyes bore into you, that sharp tongue was let out of its cage there was no room for fragility. “Mmm, as you say.” Who was Ezra to pop his bubble though?.

Ezra’s eyes traced jaggedly in tow with Marco’s, his feet following along. He pulled out the chair for Marco, before sitting parallel to him. “You know, I’ve always been in great company with bodyguards;” This did catch Ezra up, our dear friend must know who he was then. So much for the article dying down. …“I’d have expected that I would be the one to run over you and start the conversation, but I digress.”

Ezra leaned back slightly, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the café window. He watched as Marco sipped his coffee, a glimmering in his own eyes. This man could be clever, no doubt about it. Ezra just hoped he wasn’t too rusty at this game. “You know, it’s funny you mention feeling bombarded,” Ezra continued. “In this line of work, I’m always surrounded by people, yet it’s ironic how lonely it can feel. My world revolves around protecting others, yet here I sit… unguarded.” He let the last word hang in the air, heavy with promise.

“Marco Manzo,” he repeated, an alliterative name. It sounded like some hero’s secret identity. He took the card with a graceful flick of his wrist, his fingers brushing against Marco’s as he accepted it. “Ezra May, although, I believe you knew that already.” he rumbled, tracking the subtle way Mr. Manzo eyes surveyed him. Ezra didn’t mind one bit.

Apparently, my presence alone gives a magnet to men who don’t quite understand fashion and style so well.” Ezra chuckled, finding it humorous the way Marco lead with a compliment only to back track. “But I guess I am satisfied that I’m gifted by a man as gallant as you are. It makes me want a bratwurst real bad. Do you think they serve lunch here?”

Ezra raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a playful smile. “A bratwurst?” he echoed, feigning deep contemplation as he leaned back in his chair, eyeing Marco with mock seriousness. “The best this place can offer you is a croissant. But you know what they say about a man with great taste—he’s usually got an equally great appetite.” His blue eyes challenging Marco. “I’m always on board for some gourmet sausages, even if they might clash with my carefully curated…ensemble.” Ezra’s gaze flickered to Marco’s outfit, making a point of keeping it light yet subtly perceptive.



@cordyx | Marco | I think my mind is in the gutter :skull:

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Isabella was sitting on the couch when Rowan came down. She couldn’t even meet his eye. She was so disappointed in him. She really thought they were at least friends… However, given the circumstance of the thanksgiving party… It was inevitable that this was going to be the most awkward conversation of her life. She heard him speak “Isabella?” He said and his voice cut her so deep. What came next out his mouth just made her even more mad. HE said “What’s happened? You’re as pale as a sheet, you’d fit right in Ireland. Something is wrong, but whatever it is I bet it can be fixed.” Like he didn’t know what he had done. Like he was stupid or something. She sighed.

She took a deep breath still not meeting his gaze. She wondered what she would say. She wondered if she should just come right out and say it… or should she just hint around out first. She thought for a moment. She wanted him to admit what he did to her. So, she decided she would hint around or try to see if he would just tell her. “You know what happened Rowan.” She thought maybe this would get him to admit what he did. However, she figured it wouldn’t be that easy. “I’m not sure if this can be fixed Rowan…” It cut so deep. How could this be fixed? How could they come back from this. She has avoided him all this time since the Thanksgiving party. Now here they sat trying to finally talk.

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Shaun stirred awake with the sun pouring through the giant windows of his stunning Beverly Shores home. The light bounced off his collection of obscure art in a way that nearly qualified as a second alarm clock. He squinted at his phone, which was vibrating angrily on the bedside table as if possessed. “Not today, Satan,” he mumbled, flipping the phone over and burying his face in the pillow instead.

After a few moments of deep denial, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The floor felt surprisingly cold on his bare feet, which reminded him of the last time he nearly considered buying slippers. He quickly banished that thought and made his way to his mom’s room, feeling a bit like a concerned toddler instead of a forty-something man child.

Peeking into his mother’s room, he found her awake, sitting on the edge of her plush bed. The early light cast her in a soft glow, her hair curling in light bouncing locks as she chatted amiably with their one hired staff member, Mariya, who was busy arranging flowers on her nightstand. Shaun’s heart warmed at the sight of her—somehow, she always found a way to make their home feel vibrant, even on the quietest days.

Though they hadn’t noticed him yet, Shaun lingered for a moment, taking in the scene. His mother’s laughter, that familiar, bell-like sound, mixed with the rustle of petals and the comforting atmosphere of their Beverly Shores retreat. Just for now, he wanted to hold onto this unspoken bond, to let the world outside fade into the background, his phone still buzzing its lonely chorus. He snuck out with a quick wave to Mariya while he had the chance.


Shaun leaned back in his car seat, the engine purring beneath him like a contented cat, as he drove through the sun-drenched streets of Beverly Shores. He flipped on the radio, pretending it was the soundtrack to his latest Hollywood mission, but instead of a heroic score, he was met with a cheery pop tune that felt at least ten degrees too upbeat for his existential quagmire. “Miss Alexandra Sinnott,” he muttered, rolling her name around on his tongue like an expensive wine. He was totally ready to pitch the idea of switching managers to the world’s biggest whirlwind of chaos. Shaun liked to think they were connected by more than just mutual acquaintances; after all, they had both been mentioned in numerous tabloids—albeit from vastly different angles. But, regardless, he knew how to be pushy.

As he approached the gated estate where Patricia reigned supreme, he felt a giddy rush. They weren’t just acquaintances; they were connected through a labyrinth of mutual friends, coworkers even. Well, he assumed.

Keeping his car in idle up to the front gate, he was greeted with a bright reflection of the sun bouncing off the perfectly polished security booth, which might as well have had a neon sign that read: “Hollywood Dreams on Hold.” It wasn’t incredibly inspiring but he supposed that kept out crazed fans. Shaun reached over to click the talk button anyhow.

“Hey there!” Shaun beamed, flashing a smile that could charm an actual snake. He honestly had no clue if there were cameras or not. “I’m here to see Patricia Devore!” He wasn’t sure if he should use her stage name or real. He decided on pulling out the ‘I know Alexandra Pat Sinnott’ card if this bore unfruitful.

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@cordyx | Patty D | I kinda like that nickname :skull:

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Helen sprinted—well, more like halfheartedly jogged—down the sun-baked sidewalk of Beverly Shores, Pumpkin, cradled in her arms. No way were his little legs making the trip back to her place in a timely matter. Speaking off, she was running late. “How did we let this happen, Pumpkin? A short walk turned into… whatever this is.” she gasped between breaths, her hair dancing around her face like a wild halo.

“Who knew it could be this hot in November?” Helen murmured, praying not to get sweaty before making it to set. It’s not like I was planning to walk the surface of the sun today! Just a quick jaunt, I thought—who wouldn’t want to frolic in the crisp autumn air? Little did she know that the crisp air had booked a vacation and left only the oppressive heat behind. She started to walk, there was no way she was jogging the next half block. She quickly glanced at her watch and felt a rush of panic sweeping over her.

And that’s when she felt it. The buzz in her pocket, the notification dance across her watches face. Helen knew even before she checked that it was from Tommy. Nothing like a healthy dose of anxiety to boost a gal’s cardio, eh? Pumpkins tongue lolled out, she ran.


Helen reached her driveway and skidded to a stop, heart racing and baby hairs haloed like a glamorously frazzled angel. There it was—Tommy’s car parked with its familiar glimmer. Relief washed over her, followed closely by a fresh wave of panic. She was finally here.

Helen trotted up to the passenger side window, where she saw Tommy scrolling through his phone, blissfully unaware of the frantic energy buzzing around her. She raised her hand and knocked lightly, but the way she did it could have been mistaken for a secret agent reporting back from a high-stakes mission. Tommy looked up, his expression shifting from mild surprise to understanding. She open the door, holding up her dog for him to see. She placed Pumpkin on the ground, partially leaning into Tommy’s car.

“Is there room for Pumpkin today? He’s had quite the adventure today and may need a little ride.” Her voice carried that whimsical lilt, almost like she had an inside joke with the dog.


Before Helen jumped in the car. She had to deal with her sweatshirt. Without much thought, she began pulling it over her head, the fabric slipping off her shoulders with an easy elegance. Unbeknownst to her, the motion was fluid and captivating, transforming the mundane act into an almost mesmerizing display. She let the garment pool at her elbows for just a moment before stating, “it’s a little warm for this, isn’t it?” she quipped, getting in his car, before casting it into the backseat with a carefree flick. Glancing out the window, her back to Tommy as she casually tossed her hair over her shoulder, the subtle movement causing a soft shimmer of sunlight to dance on her skin. She closed the car door behind her.[/color]


@ChayChay05 | Tommy | hope that gap is enough for his reaction to her dog :see_no_evil::laughing:

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Danny woke up at 7:15am, slipping into a pair of funky fluffy socks—one striped in vibrant oranges and the other a kaleidoscope of pastel colors—Danny gleefully glided down the sleek wooden floors of the house. The soft, cushioned feel of the socks made him feel light as if he were floating.

As he danced his way into the kitchen, he spotted his dad, who was already brewing coffee, humming a jolly tune. The smell of fresh grounds filled the air, mixing perfectly with the morning sun. “Look at you, you’re practically glowing! What’s got you in such a good mood today?” Danny couldn’t contain the joy bubbling inside him. "I dunno, Dad. Maybe it’s the socks,” he laughed, giving a little twirl on the tiles. “Or maybe it’s just a great day to be alive!” His dad winked and raised his coffee cup. “Well, keep that energy going! It’s contagious.”

Danny headed off to the bathroom, brushing his teeth while the lively hum of his dad’s chatter filled the house. The mirror reflected a boy with a bright spirit and even brighter socks. He rinsed, spit, and then splashed water on his face, feeling the refreshing splash invigorate him further as he thought of what he might do today.

“I think I’ll swing by Lucy’s place today,” he announced, back in the kitchen. “You know how much I love hanging out with her and the kids.” His dad nodded, a proud smile on his face. “You’re a good friend, Danny. They’re lucky to have you. Tell her I said hi… say, maybe work on that new collaboration?” His dad mused, and Danny felt a wave of warmth wash over him for remembering. There was something wonderful about the simple, wholesome moments with his family. “Mmm, I’ll see what she says.”


Danny slid into the back seat of his black SUV, settling in with an enthusiastic sigh. The luxurious interior enveloped him as the door closed with a soft thud, creating a bubble of serenity around him. He waved at his personal driver, Howard, who nodded back with a hint of a smile before turning his attention to the road.

As soon as the vehicle pulled away, Danny couldn’t resist the urge to crank up the volume on the Dasin Miami track that now blasted through the sound system. The infectious beat thumped in perfect time with his heart, and he leaned back, letting the music take over. With abandon, he began singing along, his voice rising above the pulsating bass. He didn’t dwell on how he religiously knew these lyrics.

pretend these are real lyrics! he belted out in time with her words, throwing his arms in the air as if he were on stage, hitting every note with unrestrained passion. He was in his own world, completely unaware of the slight smirk on Howard’s face as he stole glances at the maniacal performance happening in the back seat.


Upon arriving at Lucy’s house, Danny muted the music and put on his best smile, brushing off the last chorus of the song as he hopped out of the car. The grand estate loomed before him, surrounded by lush greenery. He approached the ornate gate, punching in the familiar passcode he’d memorized ages ago. The gate creaked open, allowing him to step into their little slice of paradise.

Climbing the steps to the front door, he felt a flutter of excitement and nerves. He loved Lucy and her charming kids, but there was always a small cloud of uncertainty overshadowing his interactions with her husband, Steven. He’d sensed that Steven harbored some skepticism about his presence, and the thought was like a nagging itch he couldn’t quite scratch. Regardless, Danny chose to brush it off; today was a good day, and he was determined to enjoy it.

Caught off guard, Danny let out a yelp that sounded more like a startled cat than a confident young man. He jumped back a step, hands flailing instinctively as he stumbled on the threshold. “Whoa! You scared me!” he exclaimed, his heart racing from the unexpected encounter. Why was Steven randomly at the front door? Danny straightened himself, trying to regain his composure, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Yeah, I just—uh, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be standing there, you know?” He could feel the awkwardness creeping in, he decided to cut to the chase. “I came to visit Lucy and the kids”


@CrazyCaliope | Steven | ughhh this didn’t sound like Danny but it’s almost 2am and I’m literally dying :sob:

@Kristi | Silas | Mentioned Indirectly

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Tommy was sitting in his car patiently waiting on Helen. He was just scrolling through his phone as he sat in the driver’s seat waiting on her. He was in his on world in what he was looking at. When he heard a knock on the window. It surprised him some and he kind of jumped a little as he looked over. He saw Helen and he nodded his head at her to say he understood. Then Helen opened the door and leaned in. Tommy noticed her dog and smiled. While he didn’t have any pets himself; he did like dogs. She then said “Is there room for Pumpkin today? He’s had quite the adventure today and may need a little ride.” He looked at her for a moment trying to read her.

Then he smiled at her. “Sure beautiful… Why not. I’m sure they will love him on set.” He smiled at her as they got in the car. He looked at Pumpkin. “Well hello there Pumpkin. Aren’t you a cute one.” He smiled as he let Pumpkin sniff him. He then pets Pumpkin and smiles over at Helen. He watched her take off her sweatshirt. He was memorized by this. She sure had him captivated in the moment. Then she said “it’s a little warm for this, isn’t it?” He couldn’t help but smile at her. “Yes, it is a little warm for a sweatshirt. However, it looked good on you Helen.” He smiled at her one last time. He chuckled a little as she tossed it in the backseat without a care. He thought it was so adorable. Once she closed the door, he backed out her driveway and headed to the studio. He looked at her as they stopped at a redlight. “So, how are you feeling after that speech Dave made at Thanksgiving? Have things been good with y’all?” He wanted all the info. In the time from the Thanksgiving party till today, him and Helen had been spending quite a lot of time together. “I know it’s been almost a week. So just making sure he isn’t screwing it up.” However, in all seriousness he really hoped they would end.

He was falling more and more for Helen every day. He knew this whole ordeal was his idea. However, when he suggested it to them… He wasn’t planning on catching feelings for Helen. It was like the more time he spent with her the more she pulled him in. He couldn’t control it; he had been trying to hide his feelings for her. However, it was getting hard with every passing day. he really did try to push those feelings aside and hopefully make it look and seem like it was just a professional relationship. He could already see the headlines in the paparazzi magazines: Tommy Ryder falls for is client in a twist of events… Stealing her away from his other client. He didn’t want that bad publicity for himself or his image. It sucked for him that his feelings for her just kept growing and growing. He really wished he could stop them. The light then turned green, so he had to drive again but he did listen as Helen responded to his questions.


@eunoia Helen | I hope this is okay. I want to put his reaction to the dog in.
mentioned: @LunaticLeviTheSecond Dave

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