* ◞ 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 ,

       (—)   ★   spotted !!      𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀   𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘   on   the   cover   of   this   week’s   most   recent   tabloid !      many   say   that   the   𝟸𝟻   year   old   looks   like   𝘡𝘖𝘌𝘠 𝘋𝘌𝘜𝘛𝘊𝘏 ,      but   i   don’t   really   see   it .      while    the   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 / 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑   is   known   for   being   𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶   my   inside   sources   say   that   they   have   a   tendency   to   be   𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳   i   swear ,      every   time   i   think   of   them ,      i   hear   the   song   𝘛𝘐𝘙𝘌𝘋   𝘖𝘍   𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘈   𝘉𝘠   𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘈   𝘉𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘛 .

the  brunette’s  vices  were  impartial  ,  though  ironically  made  florence  anxious  despite  it’s  phenomenon.  saccharine  fumes  much  preferred  ,  lingering  taste  sustained  where  possible.  both  hands  lift  to  grab  elfbar  ,  sweatshirt  sleeves  pulled  over  sylphlike  digits.  theatrical  sigh  responds  ,  french  tips  still  picking  at  tights  ,  a  means  of  distraction.  “  bet  she’d  love  that  ,  i  wish  it  was  that  easy.  “  huff  expels  ,  feelings  of  claustrophobia  exacerbated  the  minute  she’s  trapped  in  small  confinements  of  rotting  studio.  “  thought  johnny  ,  being  as  smart  as  he  claims  to  be  ,  would’ve  found  a  way.  “  she  admits  ,  unable  to  contain  a  snicker.  “  i  finish  in  half  an  hour  ,  do  you  want  to  talk  about  what’s  bothering  you  then  ,  baby?  “   chin  lifts  ,  bottom  brim  snagged  between  pearly  whites  in  anticipation.  

“clips? what clips? is there some top secret blackmail she’s got stowed away incase of emergency?” johnny asked with a grin. it wouldn’t have been surprised, kathy had more dirt on all of them then she knew what to do with, it’s what came with having a camera crew watching your every move from the time you were a kid, johnny supposed. and it was all completely normal to johnny, he couldn’t even imagine life without it. his amused expression, however, drops as soon as she says the shirt washed him out. ‘what?” he said in shock, looking down at the navy shirt he was wearing. “are you fucking with me? the person i hired to do my color analysis said that navy was good for me! that it brings out my eyes!” he said, looking down at the shirt in panic as he popped open the top few buttons. “what about that? the whole shirt open miami vibe? sexier, right?” he said, in a desperate attempt to save the look. “well only you bring out the paranoid high. i took her to snoop dogg’s birthday one year and she had the time of her life. not everyone can bring out the fun in her, guess it’s a favorite child privilege.”

“Well it hasn’t changed since you were like, the size of a jelly bean so, I would have thought by now you’d be use to it” She explained with a chuckle, “Oh trust me, I can’t get much bigger without steroids and I am not doing that” The amount of damage getting caught using steroids could do to her reputation wasn’t worth it. She was already being labelled ‘at the end of her career’ by some and getting caught pumping steroids would only confirm the end of her career.  “I am so much better than Johnny, I actually respect women and don’t go through anywhere near as many as he does. How that little fucker hasn’t given Kathy another grandchild I will never know” 

   “  puhlease  !    i  can  barely  remember  to  feed  myself  so  don’t  get  all  depresso  about  my  lack  of  awareness  .  ”    isabella  retorts  matter  of  factly  ,    not  that  forgetting  nutrition  should  be  something  the  brunette  prided  herself  in  .    “  oh  my  god  are  you  really  saying  j  has  more  game  than  you  ?    keep  that  to  yourself  !    𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌  𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍  𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽  𝗁𝗂𝗌  𝖾𝗀𝗈  𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽  𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋  .  ”    she  scoffs  with  a  shake  of  head  ,    “  he’s  totally  got  a  hidden  love  child  stashed  somewhere  ,    probably  paid  off  the  baby  mama  to  keep  it  quiet  so  kathy  doesn’t  go  ape  shit  on  his  ass  .  ”   

“ha!  ”  graham  let  out  ,  an  awkward  kind  of  laugh.  the  idea  alone  –  dating  another  kennedy  ,  especially  one  so  much younger  than  him  ,  made  him  feel  uncomfortable  and  he  quickly  pushed  the  thought  out  of  his  head.  “  i’ll  be  there  ,  even  if  it’s  just  to  supervise  reid  ,  ”  he  said,  rolling  his eyes.  “  he  decided  that  rather  than  ask  me  whether  he  could go  ,  he  went  straight  to  kathy.  of  course  ,  now  there’s  no telling  him  he  can’t.  ”  if  there  was  anything  he  did  not  want  ,  it  was  his  14-year-old  son  walking  around  a  party that  he  knew  would  be  the  talk  of  the  town  and  the tabloids.  he’d  have  to  try  and  get  him  out  of  there  as  soon  as  he  could.  “  is…  you  need  to  sleep.  coffee  will  not sustain  you  ,  trust  me  ,  i  tried  that  for  many  years.  ”

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  …   @iskennedy​​​​​​ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  …    issy’s  house .

he  follows  her  around  the  house  like  a  lost  puppy ,     feeling  completely  out  of  place  with  this  new  found  friendship  that  had  occurred  so  abruptly .     “     so  this  is  what  your  place  looks  like  in  the  day  time  with  sober  eyes ,    okay  okay ,     not  bad .     ”      he’ll  laugh  softly  as  oceanic  hues  take  in  the  house  that  he  had  previously  accidently  broken  into .     ”    does  not  look  like  jake’s  place  at  all  but  hey ,    at  least  we  have  a  funny  story  to  tell  people  about  how  we  meet .     thank  you  for  not  calling  the  cops  by  the  way .     ”

“You do realise I train every single day, right?” Dom replied with a light chuckle, looking up from her phone. She rolled her eyes at her younger sister, dropping in phone into her lap. “What’s wrong with being jacked? Women dig the abs, and the arms and you know, just about everything that comes with being jacked.”

    “  am  i  supposed  to  know  your  schedule  ?    that  sorta  stuff  is  for  pa’s  and  kathy  .  ”    isabella  chimes  ,    careening  head  so  she  can  look  over  at  her  sister  .   “  i  mean  jacked  is  kinda  cool  ?    i  guess  ?    just  don’t  get  hulk  level  because  then  i’m  gonna  have  to  𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽  𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾  𝗂  𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍  𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐  𝗒𝗈𝗎  .    ew  ,    you  sound  like  johnny  ,    using  things  as  ploys  to  get  women  .    i  thought  you  were  better  than  that  dom  !  ”    she  teases  playfully  .

isabella’s  face  came  as  a  relief.  he  knew  that  a  grown  man staring  at  a  stranger  would  not  look  particularly  good  ,  and at  least  now  all  he  had  to  deal  with  were  her  quips.  he gave  her  a  slightly  exasperated  grin  and  cocked  his  head  to the  side.  “  you’re  making  it  sound  like  i’m  making  my  way through  the  family  or  something.  ”  sure  –  he  was  still  in touch  with  pretty  much  all  of  the  kennedy’s  (  despite avoiding  the  tv  show  as  much  as  he  could  )  but  that  did not  mean  that  he  was  trying  to  weasle  his  way  back  into  the  family.  he  got  up  to  his  feet  to  give  her  a  quick  hug.  “ it’s  been  ages  since  i’ve  seen  you  though,  how’s  it  been? still  coffee  addicted?  ”  he  asked  ,  gesturing  briefly  to  her coffee  cup.

“get the fuck out of here.” johnny said with a laugh and a roll of his eyes. “if kathy cuts you out, there goes half of the show’s comic relief. the shit would flop without the both of us, you know.” he said with a shrug, not really paying attention as he scrolled through instagram.. after all, it was their antics that always kept kicking it with the kennedy’s interesting and with his sisters growing up, the youngings of the kennedy clan were the ones keeping it relevant. “ow! could you not touch me with your gross, greasy pizza hands., this shirt is versace.” he said with a huff after she had slapped his chest, brow raising at her words. “god, please tell me that kathy ate one of them. high kathy is my favorite kathy.”

“you’re not funny.” maiya deadpanned. all was forgiven as soon as there was a drink in her hand though, issy earned back the title of her favorite aunt pretty quickly. she took the glass and nodded. “it’s so funny when it happens, she’s yelling and i’m supposed to be taking her serious or whatever but it’s too damn funny. who can blame me for laughing in her face? oooh, i love filming drunk, this’ll be great.” following issy’s lead, she downed her whole glass but it took her a couple of gulps. she was less of a pro. she scoffed and shook her head. “i wouldn’t chicken out of anything. in fact, i think we need one more. because why the fuck not?” 

                                    a  nickname  ,  more  of  a  habit  ,  florence  is  somewhat  aware  of  its’  effect.  whispered  in  private  ,  soft  intimacy  at  its’  finest  ,  but  still  she  refuses  not  to  call  her  that.  there’s  few  societal  members  who  make  the  blonde  nervous  ,  an  inability  to  speak  without  stuttering  or  simply  stunned  to  silence  ,  but  isabella’s  certainly  top  of  the  list.  she’s  slightly  taken  aback  by  the  snatch  ,  doe  eyes  softening  &  tender  ,  glossed  margins  push  into  a  pout.  “  give  it  back  ,  “  she  whines  ,  hand  outstretched  like  a  toddler  wanting.  mahogany  optics  flutter  through  long  lashes  ,  dance  across  the  femme’s  complexion  before  seeking  the  rest  of  her  frame  before  returning.  “  it’s  competition  season  ,  zoya’s  on  my  throat  again  and  i  can’t  seem  to  do  anything  right  ,  “  she  sighs  ,  freshly  manicured  nails  pick  at  tights  ,  one  of  her  tell  -  tale  signs  of  anxiety.  “  it’s  nothing  ,  bunny.  .  .  now  it’s  your  turn  ,  didn’t  think  johnathan  would  let  you  come  this  far  west  of  home.  “

usually maiya would have enough reflexes to at the very least dodge out the way of. the pillow, if not then catch it. but as it was she saw the pillow coming but it took too long for her brain to process it, so it ended up smacking her in the face. “ouch! iss! gentle!” she huffed, rubbing at her head. she was being dramatic, it was just a pillow but still. “tequila, every damn time.” it was always maiya’s preferred drink of choice. “if it makes that little vein in my mom’s forehead pop then i am in.” she got up and ran her fingers through her hair. “are we filming today, cos that’d take the funny notch up even higher.” 

“i have the hangover from hell, so if you don’t have a cure please just leave me here to rot away.” maiya was being very dramatic but she usually was overly dramatic. but despite her usual distaste to all things kennedy, she had a soft spot for issy. out of all of her aunts, issy was her favorite. most likely because they were into very similar things and had a close way of thinking. that could potentially be because maiya had always looked up to issy and seemed to be somewhat latching onto parts of her personality. “and if the producers are asking after me, please tell them i’ve disappeared of the face of the earth, unlikely to ever be found again.” @iskennedy​

                   *  /   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐎𝐑:  isabella  kennedy  (  @iskennedy​​  )

                    golden  hour  hits  porcelain  skin  ,  reflects  against  blonde  singular  plait  and  creates  a  faded  silhouette  behind.  she’s  enjoying  this  time  alone  ,  no  stagnant  shared  air  or  condensation  covered  windows  enclosing  her  in  a  professional  ballet  studio.  truth  was  ,  practise  was  getting  to  her.  insecurities  rifling  ,  overshadowing  her  performance  on  the  lead  up  to  competition  season.  her  teacher  adding  the  pressure  ,  telling  her  it’s  for  her  own  benefit  and  not  realising  it’s  breaking  her.  not  willing  to  share  a  vulnerable  interior  externally  ,  she  falls  into  old  coping  mechanisms.  peach  ice  elf  bar  in  clutches  ,  endless  drags  of  fruity  air  expelled  all  while  a  familiar  pair  of  shoes  appears  in  front  &  pebble  -  coloured  optics  lift  through  long  lashes  to  meet  the  femme’s  features.  still  dressed  in  a  leotard  ,  ballet  slippers  and  a  stolen  oversized  hoodie  ,  she  smiles  softly  ,  exhaustion  visible.  “  what  brings  you  ‘round?  is  everything  okay  ,  baby?  “  concern  replaces  exhaustion  ,  doe  eyes  widening.