isabella "bells" kinsman

“Oh, my sincerest apologies, Ms Kinsman,” Richie replied, shaking his head and placing a hand over his heart. “Bells! It’s you, how I’ve missed you!” the taller male exclaimed dramatically and reached a hand out towards her. “Come here to me, give me a proper embrace that I’ve longed for!” he told her, making a grabby hand at her to beckon her closer. He laughed at that and rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Ooh, Isabelle gets off a good one!” he told her, shaking his head at that. “No, it’s not what gets me off, but the detective was hot, and i got off to his detecting skills, duh,” he told her as if it were a matter of fact. “You know how a good deduction gets me going.” Richie laughed, following her back into the apartment. 

“Precisely,” He replied, nodding along to her answer. “If you already know, why bother asking?” he asked, brows raised at Bells. Richie couldn’t be trusted to do the responsible thing, everyone that knew him knew that the man would need supervision to get anything done. Unless it was something that was of interest to him, it was doubtful he’d ever get it finished. Especially when it was work or even slightly laborious. “Yeah, the fuck is up with that?” He asked, shaking his head at Bells’ observation about their fellow bandmates. “What could possibly be more important than US?” he asked, shaking his head again and sighing in disappointment. He grinned at what she said next and nodded. “Hells yeah, THAT, I can do. It’s their own fault, really. They left us both unsupervised with the alcohol and the license to ingest said alcohol.” 

Bells laughed at his change in attitude, shoving him playfully as he made grabby hands. “Remind me why I’ve put up with your shit for so long?” She teased, shaking her head. With a roll of her eyes, Bells poked her tongue out at him. “How many times have I told you not to call me Isabelle, Richard?” The girl scoffed. Her eyes flickered to the TV, before she nodded. “Oh, yeah I’ll give you that. Hotter than the last guy you actually had a thing with at least,” She joked with a wink. “Just as long as you don’t try and get yourself arrested or something stupid to try and find yourself a cute detective. I do not need to be bailing your ass out of jail.”

“Maybe I’m hoping one day you’ll actually have me pleasantly surprised.” With a shrug of her shoulders, she pulled out the glasses. Pouring without bothering to measure, she slid one of the glasses over to him. “Fuck knows, they can be boringly responsible some times. Nothing is more important than US, we’re the best,” She grinned. “Exactly. Only got themselves to blame.” Holding up her glass, she clinked it against Richie’s. “Cheers. To our first tour, and just generally being hot pieces of ass, or some shit.” With a wink, Bells took a sip, ignoring the burn the liquor gave as it slid down her throat.

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Richie should have been packing up for the trip, should have probably started packing days ago instead of procrastinating everything like he always seemed to do. It was just a special talent of his to leave things to the very last second and just throw everything into his bags to be a rumpled and wrinkled mess. 

He was completely engrossed in another episode of Real Detective when there was a sudden knock at the door. “Who the fuck?” Richie frowned in confusion and glanced around the apartment. Nobody else was home, Allie had gone out shopping or something, Isla and Bells weren’t over, but they usually just let themselves right in. He tossed aside the pillow he had been hugging to his chest and dropped his feet from the coffee table to the floor to push himself up off of the couch. Richie padded over to the door and slowly opened it, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he did. “Oh, Bells, it’s you,” he greeted his best friend and rolled his eyes fondly at her words. “Had to get decent, just finished wringing one out,” he told her with a smirk and nudged her side as she walked past him into the apartment. “Define packed…” he commented as he followed her into the apartment. “And is that tequila I see? You really are here for a good time.” he laughed. 

“It’s you? Little more enthusiasm for the greatest person in your life please,” Bells mused, rolling her eyes at the other. At his comment, her nose wrinkled upwards. “Course you did, that’s why you’ve got Real Detective playing then? Didn’t know that’s what got you off, Babe,” She scoffed, walking over to the counter and setting the bottle of tequila down. 

“So that means you plan to throw everything in the suitcase last minute, I’m assuming,” Bells shot the other an exasperated look, not that she hadn’t expected exactly that. “Well, it’s the first night before the tour. I was going to suggest we all celebrate, but apparently the other two had plans,” She huffed, searching his cupboard for glasses. “So, you and I are going to get shitfaced, and they can just blame themselves when we inevitably do something stupid.”

Bells huffed as she grabbed Isla’s hand instantly dragging her from the van. They’d just got to the first location of their tour and well, they didn’t actually have anything to do until tomorrow. So, Bells wanted to explore. She wasn’t entirely sure how they’d managed to lose both Richie and Allie within two minutes, but Bells did rather enjoy the time just spent with her and Isla.

“Come on, I wanna explore,” Bells grinned at the other girl, not letting go of her hand as she pulled her towards the busy streets. “We definitely need to go shopping before our first show tomorrow. I’m in desperate need of new shoes.”

Bells’ let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose as she crossed the corridor that separated their apartments. She wasn’t entire sure where Allie or Isla was, but it was their last night before they were leaving on tour and Bells really didn’t want to be alone.

Her knuckles rapped against the wooden door frame, eyes rolling impatiently as she waited for him to answer the door. Her right hand was curled around bottle of fairly expensive tequila, something she’d planned for the four of them to share but it seemed as though there was a change in plans. A smirk curved up at her lips at the sight of her friend, only growing as her free hand pushed lightly against his chest as she slipped past him and into his apartment. “You took your time, do I even want to know why it took you so long to open the door?” She questioned, arching an eyebrow. “You’re all packed right? Because I’m bored and need entertainment and I have no idea where Isla is.”

Bells & Trey got together when they were in high school. He was your typical pretty boy popular jock and a fair amount of his friends would question why he got with the rebellious kinsman daughter. They’d met at a function their families were attending, got drunk on the stairwell after sneaking away. Bells fell pretty quickly for them and despite them being fairly different, they seemed like a picture perfect couple.

He wasn’t entirely fond when she started the band, but she didn’t care. It’s what she wanted to do. While he never expressed disapproval about the band in general, he did try and control the amount of time she spent with her band mates, writing songs and just practising in general. He didn’t ever believe they’d actually take off.

Yet when they left high school and the band started getting attention, he started to get more annoyed. Bells put more time into the band, and less time with Trey. They got into a fair amount of arguments about it that she tried to hide from the others. She felt guilty, she loved him, but she loved the band. She thought they were both her future, but was struggling to balance them.

It was when she went to surprise him one night at his apartment, that she found out he’d been cheating on her. They got into an argument, Trey telling her it was her fault because she barely paid him attention anymore, but that he loved her and all she had to do was choose him instead of the band, and quit. After pretty much launching her heels at him, she’d stormed out of his apartment, crying and shoeless -- ringing one of her band mates to pick her up. 

After that, she locked herself in her room for a week, writing angry songs that helped them actually take off and became their EP. She’s banned her bandmates from ever mentioning his name, and no one is allowed to call her Izzy, either, as that was a nickname he, and he alone, used for her when they were dating.