dreams and nightmares

   the girl’s legs bounced up and down, a bag with purple dye in her lap. half of her was excited for dying her hair and the other was ready to bolt out of the door. it’s only for a few weeks, she thought. it calmed her for a split second. yuri was ready to go all out for this competition, but she still worried a bit. she was glad she had kay to help her out, though. “this’ll come out looking good, right?” she asked, turning to look at her partner.

Like the sister I never wanted…

“I just want to sleep.” 

Muttering off, she pushed up her glasses slightly. Suffering from some massive hangover of some sorts, before groaning. Honestly, she could have rather just trusted the other to pick good outfits but Kady refused to do anything without Akali’s permission. Instead, she was pulled out of her bed for the umpteenth time in the morning for something she really had little interest in. “You better have picked out something good, or maybe just- something I can yell at you about so I can get rid of some of my anger from last night.”

Instead, she plotted down into the nearest seat, surveying over the things she had laid out for the coming events. She could see which outfits fit certain events. A fan signing here, and a club appearance here ( that one clear as day, it was one of the few times Kady wanted Akali to dress like a hooker ). Her head tilted back slightly. 

“Do I gotta try this stuff on or what- some of it looks a little big or is it supposed to be that way.” God, she looked similar. It didn’t help that Kady seemed to have quite the attachment to Akali, which was rare for the silver haired beauty. She had a hard time keeping stylists, and managers due to her rather- harsh personality. It was surprising Kady, who was a prissy entitled girl from Manhattan was able to keep up. 

The fact she was from Manhattan, as was Akali, was even more like a sister Akali never wanted. 

A chuckle escapes the female. Seconds later, it’s hidden with a cough. The thought alone, of getting scolded by the elder, somehow humored her. Because didn’t older siblings do that? Nag and criticize the younger ones. But yet, only she would find the joy in something so conventional. She was still the only one of the two aware of the secret between them.

The young woman could have easily approved the selections for the idol’s upcoming schedules to avoid her sister’s sour mood altogether. But, Kady was thorough. And Akali’s styling would be no exception.

“Yes, and yes. Some are over-sized. I need to see how everything fits. So, if there are any adjustments to make, I can get to them immediately.” She spoke, handing the still warm white paper cup filled with coffee to the other. Kady knew better than to come empty-handed, especially after a Saturday night. A night most likely filled with loud music and too much alcohol for one's good. And she saw it all over Akali's face, which so heavily resembled her mother's. Their mother's.

And she thought back to the night when they first met. In the weeks prior she was sure that she had seen just about every photo there was of the stranger, that was now her half-sister. Kady was much like her father, including their light colored eyes, but she shared similarities with her mother. Akali, however, was the spitting image of her birth mother. And so much so, that it had somewhat shocked the teen girl when she came face to face with her.

Perfectly planned was everything she wanted to say. She had memorized and studied it thoroughly. How she would say the words, "I'm your little sister." But, nothing went the way she had imagined it. Instead of spending a week in Seoul, it was now a year. She'd given up her spot in Brown's new freshman class. That sure as hell disappointed her parents. And instead of becoming a long lost sister, she was now working full-time for an idol and entertainment company. All due to a lie that slipped past her lips, so effortlessly, when she introduced herself. 

"Hi, I'm Kady. Your new stylist."