Indiestars-rp - Uncharted Constellations

Kai hadn’t moved from his place in front of the mirror, his gaze never moving from his reflection. If anyone walked by they’d think he was possessed, like he was just looking through himself. The cuts and bruises from the accident still present, but faded slightly as days passed. And the memories still as vivid as the day it happened, every time he closes his eyes he saw the bright blue and red lights, the sound of the sirens blaring in his ears, and the image of his mother lifeless in front of him.

“You think I give a fuck about appearances? You think I can get up and speak about her? Like I don’t think about her every second of everyday, and the worst part is I can’t even remember the good things! I can’t remember the love she showed us, or the jokes she make, or anything besides seeing her laying there,”

“None of you know what I went through, father or Nate haven’t even asked me a question about it or checked to see how I’m doing. We’re all mourning, we’re all crushed by the fact momma is gone. But none of you were there, none of you had to see it or experience what we did. And god, it shouldn’t fucking be her who’s gone. It’s not like anyone would’ve missed me anyway,” he spoke, finally turning from the mirror and facing his sister. His eyes rimmed with tears, before walking right past her, head held high and taking his place in line with his family.

“You know it’s Mama’s wishes that you speak.” Vanessa approached, clad in an all black lace gown that exposed skin both on her mid-drift and her thighs, crossing her arms as she approached her brother. You couldn’t tell from Vanessa’s appearance, but the moment was somber as ever. Everyone surrounding them in all black, paying their respects, and getting unnecessarily close to hugging each of the Montgomery siblings. 

Vanessa looked over the crowd, eyes locking with their father’s right away. There were tears his eyes, bit no resemblance of pain. No droopy eyes, sleepless nights, or weightless heart to match. Just a stern nod and back to shaking hands the eldest Montgomery went. “I get it you’re in the middle of the, God forgive my language, fuck the world and everyone in it mood but right now you need to be a Montgomery. You already know what’s waiting at home if we don’t perform. So play your fucking sweet, artistic dreamer role and be miserable after. People are watching.”

Matias has really only found himself in the mall for one of two reasons, himself or a family member needed a new phone due to the last being broken. Or they needed new clothes. He wasn’t there just to have a fun shopping trip, nor did he really have the extra money. But that was his life, and he was content saving what extra cash he had for other necessities, or at least how he deemed necessary.

Granted he also had been avoiding the shopping center for more reasons. He knew she enjoyed the place, and spending the money for the latest fashion. Not that he had minded coming with her, carrying the bags from store to store and getting the private fashion shows. But he didn’t want to be the guy who only showed up when he wanted her, but he could never find himself able to commit the way she wanted or deserved. “Hi,” he spoke back, his hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

There was something about the girl that was able to captivate Matias that no one else could, and that was why he kept going back to her. She made the summer time easier, having the youngest siblings home more often than not, and his local amusement park job always sparking back up. He was busier than a ticket booth at Coachella, but she was the part that slowed it all down and made the moments count. Only for him to consistently fuck it up when the winter rolled back around, a cycle he couldn’t find himself to break even if he knew better. “Joel broke his phone, again, and apparently the 17 year old boy can not find the time to get his own phone,” he spoke with an eye roll, “But I guess it was worth it for the pretty girl I spotted,”

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Between his sister coming back around again, and his mother downing more bottles than he could count life had been a blur the past couple of months for Matias. Last year at this time he had met Mckenzi the girl having quickly became a soft spot in his dark world. But it was just a fling, or at least that’s what he told himself when he regrettably cut her out. She was too pure to let into his secrets, his mind getting controlled by the substances slowly but surely. The people he began to allow into his life, whether it was business or pleasure, weren’t good people to be around, and he wasn’t going to expose her to that lifestyle.

But he couldn’t help himself when he spotted her in the large crowd at the shopping center. His sneaker clad feet almost instinctively dragging himself in her direction. He knew better, he had just sort of up and left her, not really giving her the explanation she wanted or deserved. And yet, the blonde hair and electric blue eyes were drawing him in just like the first time. A smirk falling to his lips once he caught her gaze, “Looking as fine as ever kenz,” his tone dripping with flirtation as always, sending a wink her way.

It was the time of the year for Mckenzi’s annual spring shopping spree. She finally got her winter paycheck from the jobs she did throughout the season. Being a model Kenzi had a reputation to uphold including keeping all of her social media profiles up to date. Thanks to modeling, she had expensive taste but it came with the crowd. She enjoyed shopping by herself so she wouldn’t be influenced by others since that was fairly common in this industry. She tried to have a certain confidence about herself which included disabling negative comments on said social media. There was a lot the came with the career but it was something she always wanted. 

The blonde walked out of Macy’s into the town square to see where she wanted to head next. Upon finding a store she caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a ghost from her past. The all familiar face brought a series of flashbacks to last summer from their hot and heavy moments to the cold winded end. Before she knew it she was being approached by the one she used to long for. “Hey,” she whispered not sure if he could hear her among the crowd. 

Her heart fell soft, there was a comfort when she was with Matias. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” Mckenzi was oblivious to the fact this happened two years in a row. The summer nights being the best whilst the winter ones were quite the opposite. “Would it be wrong of me to ask what you’re doing here? Or are you stalking me?” She joked, trying to lighten the mood. “I know this really isn’t your scene like at all.”

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“Maybe not for you,” Luke replied matter of factly. He let his free hand find its way to her thigh, comfortability giving it a bit of a squeeze. Always one to press his luck once he got enough time with a girl. He wasn’t much of a pick bunny guy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted––hell look who Luke was with––but it never went past fun temptation at least that’s what his Hounds and the greater public knew anymore. “I pay for a bit of… discretion with my guy. You understand.” Luke turned to look directly at Lia, hoping she would get that discretion needed to extend to this as well. “Dirty little secret, eh?” he chuckled more to himself than to Lia. He pulled into his apartment complex, cutting the engine. 

“I think it would depend on who you ask,” a simple shrug, relaxing into the seat a little more and looking over at him, “I’ve gotten a rave review one or twice,” laughing airily, almost like a small sigh. Her gaze finding his as he turned towards her, the look in his eyes telling her this this was a secret. That it was to stay between the two of them, and something told her it would be like that for a while. “I understand wanting to keep up appearances. I have my own discretions, you don’t have to worry about me,” making sure she kept his gaze as she spoke. Lia wanted to be sure he could trust her, no matter what secrets came her way. “We all have one or two, im sure time will reveal more as we go,” Turning away from him only when she felt the cut of the engine, and looking to see where they were. 

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“you seem in good spirits–” he observes aloud, was partially expecting to walk straight into some kind of deathtrap or at the very least, an earful, after spending the better part of an evening that had been reserved for her, eating wagyu beef with his work chums. he figures maybe they’re beginning to understand each other a little better after all. “but i’m glad that all that’s ironed out because now i can focus on which destination you and i will be jetting off to this weekend to celebrate–” he offers as consolation, grinning wolfishly as he tucks a stray strand behind her ear. “i was thinking somewhere tropical, with lots of room service and very little clothing” 

she looks so absolutely enticing tonight, the red stain on her lips having always been his personal preference. briefly, he wonders whether she wore it for him or the onlookers who’d inevitably gawk as she passes by. either way, she was not a woman unaware of her power. it was quite possibly the only thing that held up against his brazenness and endless cash supply, the only thing that could literally bring him to his knees. it’s why he asked her to marry him, after dinner, and only five months of dating, in their private lagoon in iceland, with much fanfare from the resort staff in the form of white rose petals and rare champagne. it’s not necessarily the thought of being without her that drives him mad, but the thought of her ending up with someone that wasn’t him. 

he holds his jacket out for her to take, knows that the night air has hit since she arrived, and that the manhattan junior league would be pleased to see that all his chivalrous training had not been for naught. he escorts her out, hand positioned at the small of her back and nods to acknowledge the maitre d who stands at attention until he’s out the door. by the time they make it, the aston is already revved up and waiting to take them to the suite they’re staying in until the contractors finish renovations on the place they’re supposed to be moving into. a beautiful, stately, 5 bedroom, 6 bath that the governor used to reside in, to be completed by the wedding. speaking of–

“how’s wedding planning coming along?” he’s left the task mostly to her, only checking in when it’s absolutely imperative or she invokes his input for the fifth time in a row. “my mother wanted to be sure you add a few more people to the guest list…” she’s been looming over this entire process, allowing lia to think she was in control but ensuring everything was up to coyne standard. declan is, afterall, her dashing boy. and she’s been bragging to the ladies at hamilton house that it would certainly be the event of whatever season it’s in.

“I’ve been able to experience some of the different cocktails offered, I’ve discovered a new favorite,” she teased, but while in truth she had the drinks. Lia also didn’t wanna bring their personal drama into the restaurant. Not everyone needed to know what was going on. Under most circumstances she would’ve popped off at least a little bit on him, but the drinks and good conversation had made her feel a little less confrontational. “I’ve been dying to get out of the cold, it’s annoying having to wear a big coat over everything,” huffing a little bit before a small smirk tugged at her lips, “I did place an order for some pretty lingerie and bikinis, I was planning on giving you a fashion show later but surprising you on a trip sounds even more exciting,”

From the minute she discovered the red lipstick as a young child in her sisters makeup, it was what she dreamed of. It made her feel prettier, like she had the attention that Lia thought she deserved. And ever since she started wearing makeup it was her staple, her lucky charm in a sense. The amount of confidence she got from a few swipes of a lipstick was more than she cared to admit. But it was the truth, with her outfits and her makeup it always felt like she could take over the world. And in a sense she had with her clothing line, and experienced it every time she saw someone wear her clothes. But Declan managed to do something similar, having him by her side, *almost*, at her beck and call. It was exhilarating in a sense. Having such a powerful man there for her and ready to run the world together. It’s why she didn’t even hesitate to say yes when he asked her to marry him, not for the private villas or designer closets filled with months worths of non repeating outfits. But because she had genuinely fallen in love with someone who made her feel as good about herself as her fashion had.

“Thank you,” fell from her lips as she stood from her chair, wrapping the jacket a little tighter around herself. Smiling softly as the scent of whiskey and his cologne filled her nostrils. Soft clicks of her heels making her way out the door, nodding softly with a smile on her face to say goodbye the different people she passed. Sliding simply into the seat of the car, and gently placing her bag down on the floor beneath her. Ready to get home and slip into something more comfortable and spend her night with Declan.

“It’s coming along, I finally decided on the floral arrangements and a few parts of the decorations,” a soft smile as she thought of her little book at home with all the details. “I’m still working through a color scheme, he’s proving to be more difficult than I thought it would. There’s so many beautiful colors out there,” sighing softly and leaning back against the seat behind her, “I haven’t even heard of half the people she invited last time you told me that. Why do I want random people at my wedding because your mother wants them there?” Rolling her eyes before shaking her head, “Its my wedding, I’m not continuously going to please her,” Finallt turning to look at him with a sigh, “Anyway, Nessa, Tori, and I are gonna go dress shopping soon. I can’t wait to see all the different options and feel like a Princess,”sending him a soft smile, grabbing his hand in hers, “Any requests or ideas for my dress sir?”

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he matches her expression. thick brows raised, just subtly at her comment about getting lucky. angel wasn’t sure that he even believed in luck,  not in the sense of four leafed clovers and wishing on stars anyway. all his luck had to be created, almost manufactured to the point that he didn’t know if it still qualified as luck at all, or rather just the universe finally throwing throwing him a bone. but in the moment, hearing the word spring so confidently from her lips, he’s certain that she could get him to believe in anything as long as it comes out in that same silvery tone. 

“well versed, huh? well how’s about a deal? if your fiancé doesn’t walk through those doors in the next twenty minutes i’ll smoke you out in my car–” he mentions, feeling a little bold. usually tries not to get high off his own supply, but for this one he makes a mental note to simply pay himself back. “and if it ain’t some of the best shit you’ve ever had i’ll get you whatever you want to eat after” he realizes that if his boss caught wind of his little plan he’d be without a job before he could say ‘munchies’, but he rationalizes it in his head as a friendly gesture. anyone knows that food is only the next logical step to follow a fat joint, and if they picked up buffalo wings and ate them in the front seat it most certainly did not qualify as a date. 

he lingers in their handshake maybe a little longer than he should’ve. and he never feels shy, but for some reason can’t resist the urge to briefly break eye-contact as she too leans a little closer. “well…anything” he speaks in earnest, “anything you want, but bonus if it’s funny-” he notices tamara start to clean, doesn’t want to be left behind on the hull so he at least makes himself look busy by wiping down the same spot three times over. “here i’ll go first. when i was in the second grade my mama shaved my head–i’m talking bald, bald mr. clean type shit. i don’t know if it was a miami thing or what, but all the moms shaved their kids heads to make their hair grow in better. only thing is–most of em’ did it before their kids even turned two, so here they are with these full heads of hair by the time we’re seven and i’m over here looking like vin diesel” one of his proudest accomplishments is making sure that no photographs from that era have ever seen the light of day, but even without the physical evidence the image in his mind’s eye is clear as day. “so boom, valentine’s day rolls around like a week after, and my shit is still looking tragic. and there was this one girl, lorena cook, that i had my ma get a little extra candy for because i’d been planning for months to ask her out on the big day. but i couldn’t step to my honey with a jacked up hairline. soo…i went in my abuelita’s wig closet, got one of her short wigs and cut it even shorter so it was mad patchy, and stuffed it in my bag to wear to school the next day, so it went from mr. clean to little richard if he let ray charles do his line ups..needless to say that ended with my teacher calling home crying laughing and a chancla to the face” 

Lia slowly placed her hand back into her lap as he let go, suddenly aware of the lost warmth, a slight draft enveloping her hand back into the chill of the room. Red manicured fingers circling the stem of the glass, bringing it to her matching lips and sipping as he spoke. Laughing at the animated way he told the story, picturing the current curly locks on his head gone and an egg in its place. “I feel like I’ve heard this story from one or two cousins at one point but continue,” she quipped, hanging onto every word as if it was the best story she heard. Hoping to one day get him to show her a picture to replace the image she was creating herself. Her hand softly covering her mouth as she tried to hide the laugh that bubbled out as he finished his story, her smile evident as she finally dropped it back to her lap. “I think you would’ve looked great, egghead or horrible lace front aside,”

“Now, I can’t say I have bad hair stories, one thing my mama and older sister instilled in me was to make sure your hair was always put together,” shrugging slightly, “however, i do have a bad wardrobe moment,” sipping her drink one more time before sitting up straighter in her seat. “When i was probably about 8 or 9, my cousin Tori was always in pageants as we grew up. And I of course wanted the pretty princess dress with the ginormous poof that dragged on the ground and got dirty within four seconds of wearing it. But it was toris thing and I didn’t want to infringe on her thing even at a young age. My mother however, thought differently and enrolled me in a pageant. So there I was, backstage at my first pageant, watching all the other girls perform their talents. And I had decided I was gonna do some tumbling, you know the flips and bounces you see gymnasts or cheerleaders do,” her hands bouncing around in front of her like she was trying to show what she meant with her fingers, “I was always good at it, picked it up quick, so I knew it would do good with judges. Wellll, I decided I would wear my bright magenta gown to do these tumbling tricks, the more movement the better right? Wrong. I started my first handspring and as I landed on my feet, the right one landed on the bottom of the dress and as i stood up a loud rip was heard and the room went silent. Now, Amelia being the center of attention I am, decided I was gonna just keep going and act like it never happened. Except when I landed on it again, this time ripping the entire skirt off thanks to the first rip, and my care bear underwear on display for everyone backstage and in front of me, never did another pageant again. Tori could keep it and I’d move on to cheerleading, no long dresses involved,” and to this day, Lia will typically be found in a short dress, or a two piece skirt and top.

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