#queenshonesty

Ezra 

Flynn

Keegan

Jax

“I didn’t really get to watch movies too often. When I did, I really loved watching The Goonies and The Sandlot. My adolescent thirst for Benny was strong.” 

“As a detective I’ve met a lot of people who are pretty interesting. Recently though I’ve grabbed a drink with a therapist, ate a donut with someone who would of rather had a cigarette, was comforted by an absolute angel after my clumsiness got me drenched, and nearly convinced someone to grow out their hair so a chipmunk could live on their head....or was it a squirrel?” 

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Elsie sat on the couch, staring at the coffee table while an ache all to familiar erupted in her chest. The rest of the house was running around wildly, preparing leave again. It wasn’t often that her parents came back from LA. Even when they did most of the time it was to take her older brother to another TV spot he got. This time, bother of her parents came up. When she found out her younger sister was also going, Elsie had grown excited. However here she was, still waiting to be told to pack her bags. 

“Elliot. She is not coming. That’s final.” A hushed voice spoke, but not low enough in the doorway. An ache all to familial began to erupt in Elsie’s chest. She knew she wasn’t going to get to go, and she felt like an idiot for evening thinking she had a chance.  Los Angeles was for the beautiful and talented people. Not for girls like herself. 

“Cheer up Elsie, maybe next time.” Elsie felt her brother’s hand on top of her head, in an attempt to comfort her. “I’ll bring you back another snow globe okay?” All she could do was nod, as the ache in her chest reached to her throat.  “Elliot, come on- your sister is already in the car.” Elsie’s mother spoke up from the doorway. She felt the cold air replace her brother’s hand as he walked away. This was it, if Elsie really wanted to prove herself she would stand up and tell her mother exactly how she felt. How unfair this all was. 

But the Elsie was frozen in her spot, and the door clicked behind them without even a goodbye from her mother. Slowly, Elsie pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them close. It felt like that was all she could do to keep it all together. 

 Her gaze fell upon the magazine her mother had brought with her. The girl on the cover seemed to in her teens, only about 3-4 years older than Elsie. She seemed so effortless beautiful, and happy. Los Angeles was made for people like her. Hell, her family was made for someone like her. 

Maybe I was more like her, I’d be enough for for them. 

“No, not really.” 

“Uhm.....someone who is loyal, honest, and dependable. Essentially a dog. I don’t have much luck with men so the dog will probably come first.” 

“Heaven would be great, but there are some sins that can’t go unpunished.” 

“I actually am. I have a wonderful job and i’m beginning to surround myself with good people.”