Eliza Hyatt,

summers spent on the island were some of her favorite memories. it was always something to look forward to for her. even if this year was a bit different. still, it wouldn’t deter jordan from enjoying her time away from the chaos of the city. with freshly manicured nails and an iced coffee in hand, she was in a good mood. “so i think this year might be the one i actually learn to surf.” she stated as she set down the bags in her other hand – one that had a new white and gold bikini along with some cute accessories and the other with a wet suit in it. she let out a small chuckle, “i’ve always wanted to but i’m kinda scared, not gonna lie.” 

Elle had been doing her own sort of shopping, spending the entire morning online shopping. Although the island did have some designer shops, she missed the LA lifestyle of having absolutely everything on her doorstop. The brunette was already looking forward to when her purchases arrived, though now she wanted to head to the beach. Seeing her apparent soon-to-be step-sister, she frowned. “Really? I’ve been surfing here for ages. Missed out on all the fucking fun.”

‘     if you had a little warning , why would you reapply your lipstick ?     ’     the norwegian questioned , head tilted slightly in confusion .     ‘    green polo , backwards cap , smells like cheap cologne , hard to miss .      ’

“That’s not my worry right now...” Elle replied, shocked herself at the words. “Oh, him. He’s tried it on me for ages, it’s pretty funny now.”

via rolled her eyes and adjusted the strap of her bag back onto her shoulder, “i can’t believe you left me at a mcdonalds. they shut down their ice cream machine, and i was not mclovin’ it.” she sighed and sat down on the curb–exhausted by her own dramatics apparently. “seriously. children will come here and tell tales about me–oh my god. i’m going to be the hachikō of isla. there’s going to be statue of me sitting in front of this bougie-ass mcdonalds, waiting for you to remember me.” 

Eliza rolled her eyes at the girl, not having a clue what she was talking about. “You’re not talking about me right now, right? Like why would I go with you to do that? I don’t know who the fuck you are..”

if this day wasn’t going BADLY enough already, it sure was now. a cup of coffee had just fell, coffee staining his sketchbook in which he kept many he had either not finished or had and was actually quite proud of them. the result? coffee, everywhere. panicking as he reached for some napkins, trying his best to save it before he realized that he was too late. the sketchbook had already absorbed most of the coffee and every single page destroyed. ‘ — oh, f- ’ the sound of children on the background, taking a deep breath to adjust himself. ‘ -ishticks, ’ he finished, distressed smile and big eyes as he looked around for someone. ‘ hey.. uh- ’ he started, pointing at his sketchbook slowly. ‘ do you think there is still a way of saving this? or have i just my proudest sketches? ’

Elle had been walking past the man with her puppy, letting Lottie roam around freely as she sat on a bench, reading through work emails. Despite being on holiday, she still couldn’t escape from her work for long, arranging a photoshoot in a couple of weeks. She looked up at the commotion, before shaking her head. “Yeah...You don’t have much of a hope there.”

Brooks’ face lit up like a Christmas tree when he heard Elle’s voice. It was so embarrassing, being caught crying by the wicked witch herself of all people. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she would never let him live this down. “Just.. Just forget it..” he mumbled, turning his head to avoid her gaze, though she was positive that she had already noticed his tears. “Have fun. I’m not in the mood for surfing right now.”

Elle fake-gasped, “Aww, really? I’ve been told that I’m great at advice. Or was that some dream I had at some point?” The brunette raised her eyebrow, “So you want to just mope around and feel sorry for yourself then?”

Britt may have been rude in the beginning, but she was now feeling that the other’s tone of voice was definitely unnecessary. “Listen, no need to curse at me, I apologized and I will move up.” She turned back around to order after mumbling “bitch” under her breath.

“You were the one who was rude first so basically, an eye for an eye.” Elle couldn’t help but laugh at her mumble. “Do you really expect me to care about what you think?”

‘     then why bother coming ?     ’     the elder questioned with a raised brow .      ‘    you’re old enough to make your own decisions , oui ? you don’t have to be here , if you’re bored why bother ?      ’ 

“My mum is getting married so I had no fucking choice. I had no plans on coming back.”

“sort of. the answer is implied, and the answer is no. in case you were wondering. and you are physically tan but symbolically? you are symbolically as white as casper’s ass.” he rose an eyebrow. “you can? i figured like, instead of a gag reflex you had a nice reflex.”

“It can’t be ‘sort of’. It’s either yes or no, that’s the only way for it. Well, whatever the fuck you think. I’m not going to change. If you don’t like it, I’m not forcing you to stay.”

        laura couldn’t help but be nosy, especially when celebrities were involved. it was strange hanging with these sorts of people but laura felt like she could get quite used to it. it was evident that her mother didn’t give a damn about her so maybe it was time to get a new type of family. “sorry, it’s just that you’re elle hyatt and i’m new to all this rich shit so i’m a little but shook. wouldn’t say i was obsessed with your family but they seem pretty cool.”

Elle forced a smile on her head. She may be a bitch to some people but people who admitted that they were a fan or something, she at least tried her best to be civil. “The myth, the legend. I agree with that, us Hyatts are the greatest. Who are you?” 

      “what is so wrong with loving someone, elle?” it was clear that amelia hadn’t learned from her previous mistakes but she didn’t WANT to, she wanted to believe that love still existed and that it was still an option for her. it was easy for amelia to start up relationships with people because she was genuine in how she felt but somehow, she was never enough for them. the woman couldn’t stop tears from streaming down her face at her daughter’s words. she was right, she had failed but amelia didn’t know how to make it better. not good enough for her children and not good enough for her men, there was definitely a pattern emerging. keith had been kind to her and so she had naturally gravitated towards him; whether she actually loved him or whether she was just desperate was another thing. “it’s not like that, elle. i want to be happy, just as i want you to be happy.” that hadn’t been the case for her in a long time and keith just seemed to raise her up.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. However, it seems to me you love anyone who shows you the slightest bit of interest. I lost count on the relationships since you and dad split up.” It annoyed Elle how quickly she’d moved on in her relationships. It had almost been a catalyst why she herself didn’t believe in love anymore. Caring for people was too tough, especially when she was the most important thing to her. The brunette sighed, rolling her eyes at her words. “If you don’t think I’m happy right now, you obviously know me less than I thought.”

“you wouldn’t call someone fat, but saying someone’s gained a ton to their face is fine,” poppy noted, lips pursed together, seemed a bit hypocritical. “and i just know when i should stop being a dick. seems that you missed the memo on that one as much as i’d missed it on the crackers–”

“Well, it’s only because you fucking brought it up. I was more than happy minding my business but when you asked for my opinion, I gave it to you.” Elle smirked at her, “Oh, honey. I just ignore those memos. Being nice doesn’t get you anywhere.”

It was crazy how one single text had managed to ruin what could have been a relaxing day at the beach. Upon reading the message, Aiden felt his chest tighten and his heart rose in his throat. His ex-girlfriend was making demands, even going as far as threatening to contact the press about his secret if he continued to ignore her. Just as he was about to text her back, a shadow was casted over him from behind. Locking his phone, he quickly glanced behind him to see who it was; praying the person didn’t see what was on his screen. “What? Do you want something?” he huffed, quickly shoving the device back into his pocket. “Too fucking bad, babe, because I don’t do autographs today.”

Elle had been going through lines for an upcoming audition, meaning the brunette had locked herself away in her room for the most of the day. Although the sun was quickly diminishing, she still had a few hours of daylights left and wanted to make the most of the sun whilst she could. The brunette saw her brother, immediately heading over to him, though when he quickly hid her phone, she quickly got suspicious. “What are you hiding from me, Aiden? You know I’d know what’s going on before long.”

“no, it’s not that gossip worthy. i’m literally just dating someone. i’m a consenting adult enjoying my life with my girlfriend. whom happens to be older. it’s none of anyone’s business.” 

“Seriously you expect anything different? The media are vultures and the wannabes who would never make it anywhere live for that gossip. It’s never going to change.”

“no, that literally doesn’t mean anything. you’re assuming because how my demeanor and lifestyle. i’m sure mommy would get you out after an hour or so, anyways. rich girl problems.” 

“It does. I really wouldn’t be surprised if you did go in for something. Things come out here, darling. You’re just jealous, plus I’d use my own money. I’ve been paying for my own shit for years.”

“y’know, just because it may not be your style, doesn’t necessarily mean i don’t know what style is. must you always be so rude to me, dear elle?”

“I know all the majority styles going on, it’s pretty much a part of my job. That isn’t anything special. Do I really need to explain myself?”

TAYLOR: i feel really weird for asking this but

TAYLOR: do you feel like going out tonight or whatever

TAYLOR: either getting drunk or doing something exciting i just

TAYLOR: i've had a shit day and i'm in a shit mood so i could use some cheering up