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Dirty Little Secret {Devi x Paxton}

A/N: Hooray! So after about 8.5K, I cut this one off. I like the way it ended, and it was fun to imagine a future Daxton. Thank you so much to the person that requested it! I am throwing around the idea of working on a part 2, so if I get at least 5 “upvotes” for a part 2, I will take it on.

Summary: Devi wasn’t interested in dating anymore. She wasn’t hurt or messed up from a previous relationship. She just wanted to meet a guy that made time stand still. It just didn’t happen. That is, until a man from her past walked into her office.

Warnings: Fluff, drinking/alcohol abuse, time-jump (Devi and co. are in their late 20s), forbidden love, taboo, mild burns, sexual themes - nothing explicit

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“Debbie, you have a new patient today,” the office manager, Barb called out, thrusting a folder into the air.

“It’s Devi,” she swiped the folder from her, “you know, like that grandson you’re always going on about.”

“Oh, sorry, dear. I keep forgetting.”

“It’s alright, Barb, thanks for grabbing this,” she turned away toward her own desk. I’ve only been working here for two and half years. Why should you have caught on by now?

Devi Vishwakumar didn’t know what she wanted for the future when she graduated nearly nine years ago. She had spent her high school career with two things on her mind: having a love life and getting to Princeton. She’d managed both. After dating Ben Gross for the entirety of their junior year, Devi and he ended things amicably largely because being friendly rivals was much more fun and somehow resulted in less legitimate fighting. Senior year, she enjoyed the company of another classmate named Tyler Herron. He was academically minded, but still a jock in his own right. He played for the soccer and basketball teams, and Devi found she received common invites to parties that previously she thought only came from her friendship with Paxton Hall-Yoshida. Eleanor and Fabiola continued to prove they were the best friends anyone could ask for, but she also learned to love Shira and Zoey. Though they often seemed more superficial than Devi thought to care for, their aspirations were just as real as Devi’s and they had minds made for business and marketing. When time came for graduation, Devi felt more seen and cared for than she ever thought she could, and that’s what she said in her valedictorian speech. She also couldn’t help throwing a jab at Ben for beating him out, but to be fair, he insinuated letting her win in his own speech.

When she arrived at Princeton the following fall, Tyler forged his own path to MIT. Devi had no intention of bringing a boyfriend into college with her and was not at all hurt when Tyler felt the same way. She did wish she’d beat him to the punch, but at least they too split mutually and were able to be friendly on social media. Being single gave Devi the opportunity to focus on what was most important – her future.

Her mother made it very clear to her, she was to pick a college major before arriving for her first semester. Not having a plan is lazy. Are you lazy, khanna? Even when her mother was thousands of miles away, Devi could hear her loud and clear in her head. Though, she found she was right. Devi had to be prepared to make decisions for herself otherwise all the work she’d put in to get to Princeton would be for nothing. She chose Biology and pursued it relentlessly.

By the time she was graduating with her bachelor’s in biology, she’d made plenty of friends during that time who helped her choose to further pursue Physical Therapy. It was funny, she often thought, how she spent so long working to move across the country for her favorite Ivy League school to then end up back in her backyard for graduate school. The University of Southern California had one the best PT programs in the country, and Devi was proud to have studied there. Her final fieldwork was assigned at OSMC, Orthopedics and Sports Medicine Calabasas. After a thrilling experience, and impressing her Clinical Instructor at every turn, she was asked to stay on after graduation. Naturally, Devi accepted.

OSMC was not only the most exclusive orthopedic surgery and rehabilitation practice in Southern California, but it was also where she felt most at home. Outside of having a coworker who passively refused to learn the correct pronunciation of her name, she was in her element every day. Plus, she got to meet some really cool people. Professional athletes, actors, stuntmen, they all came to OSMC for physical rehabilitation. Legally, she wasn’t allowed to tell anyone else that she’d personally worked with Dylan O’Brien, Diego Boneta, and Mookie Betts. She liked to remind herself of those things regularly though. Living in the LA area also allowed Devi’s relationship to improve with her mom, who finally voiced how proud she was of Devi… when she first started working. Now, she was worried that Devi would never settle down.

Devi had begged her mother not to place her in an arranged marriage when she was still studying at Princeton. The conversation actually took place at Kamala and Prashant’s wedding ceremony. It wasn’t that she didn’t think it could work – Kamala and Prashant proved that love could flourish from being set up. Devi wanted something different though. She wanted what Nalini and Mohan had. They met when they were children, and never wanted anyone else. She wanted to meet a man and feel the electricity that could make her forget her own name (like Barb seemed to do every day). Heart softened by the reminder of how Mohan had swept her off her feet, Devi’s mother agreed. That was six years ago. More recently, Nalini reminded her daughter regularly that all of the handsome driven Indian men in her age range had already been swept up, so she was on her own. She also made it very clear that grandchildren were to be in her future.

Did her mother’s constant badgering sour Devi on dating? Maybe a little bit. Did she get guys to buy her, Eleanor, and Fabiola drinks when they out only to ditch the same guys at the first opportunity? Absolutely, but what woman hadn’t done that? It had been a long time since Devi saw a man that made time stand still, and Mehcad Brooks was treated in her therapy gym.

No, Devi was not the romance obsessed teen she once was. Honestly, it’s better this way. Now, I can focus on my career, she thought. She pulled up her schedule on her laptop and noticed she didn’t have an appointment for three hours. “Hey, Barb? What time is that eval coming in?”

“Scheduled in thirty minutes!” She called back.

“Who ya got, D?” Amir, one of the physical therapy assistants, asked. “Someone rich or someone famous?”

“Go ahead and take a look, you’ll probably be seeing them next week,” Devi replied going to grab a mug of coffee.

“Hey, another Olympian. Paxton Hall-Yoshida!”

“Devi, oh my gosh, are you okay?” Hannah’s voice sounded like it was a hundred miles away. Devi didn’t come back to reality until she felt a damp towel being pressed into her arms. “Here, there’s coffee all over your leg. I don’t want you to get burns.”

Hannah was their rehabilitation technician. She helped keep things picked up, sanitized, and would provide physical assistance if they needed another set of hands during a session. At the moment, she was saving Devi from second degree burns, and cleaning up the broken ceramics from the coffee mug she’d just dropped. Hannah was right too; Devi chose the wrong day to wear a skirt and had drenched her right leg in hot coffee.

“Hannah, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me,” Devi told her pressing the towel on her knee and calf with one hand and crouching down to help pick up the pieces of her mug with the other.

“Devi, I love you, but please don’t help. We don’t want you to cut your hand open,” she laughed. Devi was known to be a little clumsy. “I have a pair of scrubs with me if you want to wear them today.”

“You are a lifesaver, Hannah. I don’t care what Amir says about you!” she called over her shoulder, heading into the locker room to change into Hannah’s scrubs.

Okay, Devi, get your shit together. Maybe it’s not even the same guy. Except, of course it was. How many Paxton Hall-Yoshida’s were Olympic Swimmer’s for the US team? One. There was one. One Paxton Hall-Yoshida that Devi had routinely made a fool of herself in front of when she was in high school. Paxton Hall-Yoshida that gave her the best first kiss a girl could dream up. Before she started dating Ben, Paxton was all she thought about. Now, she was supposed to treat him? God, I feel like I’m fifteen again! she thought, kicking the lockers angrily. She had to get a grip. She had exactly twenty-two minutes to handle the situation.

After changing quickly into the burgundy colored scrubs, Devi found herself in her boss’s office. “Makayla, is there any way I can give my eval to one of the other therapists?”

“Why?” She tapped her acrylics on the desk impatiently. Makayla was notorious for being in all the gossip of the clientele in their practice. Devi knew she had to be careful telling her too much. If she knew Devi and Paxton went to high school together, the questions would never stop until Devi ended up with word vomit about both of their personal lives.

“Uh... I just spilled hot coffee on my leg, and I am feeling pretty tense from that still.”

“Alright, Devi, I’m going to level with you. This particular client asked for you specifically. Apparently, he knows one of your previous clients, and they were a satisfied customer. He will not be happy if he works with another therapist. Are we going to have a problem?”

Devi swallowed her argument about conflicts of interest and gave her boss a tight-lipped smile. “No problem. I’m flattered, obviously. Thanks.” She rose from her seat and began to back out of the office. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help,” she gave a small wave and didn’t notice the way her foot caught on the door frame until it was too late.

She screwed her eyes shut, waiting for impact. It’s a reflex to reach your hands out toward the ground when falling in order to protect your head, but instead it often results in one of the most common fractures. Devi knew her bottom and back could take a fall and so she resisted the urge to catch herself, but that didn’t mean she was looking forward to meeting the floor.

Except she didn’t hit the floor. “Woah!” she heard man’s voice shout before she was caught by a strong arm. “Good thing you got my good side.”

When she opened her eyes, there he was. Holding her in mid-air with one arm, Paxton Hall-Yoshida smiled down at Devi like Christmas had come early. He gingerly aided her back to a standing position, and she tried to ignore how he bit his lip and smirked at her. Man, he had not changed a bit, except that somehow, he looked stronger and more handsome than the last time she’d seen him.

“Oh, thank goodness. We didn’t need Danni getting hurt again!” Barb giggled from behind the front desk. Devi opened her mouth to correct the office manager again but didn’t manage to get the words out before Paxton.

“It’s Devi,” he told Barb. “D-e-v-i; it means goddess.”

“Oh!” Barb smiled like it was the first time she’d heard Devi’s name. “Well, thank you, young man. This goddess is your physical therapist today.”

“Lucky me,” he grinned. “Lead the way, Dr. Vishwakumar.”

It was all Devi could do to stop the heat from coloring her cheeks as she led Paxton through the therapy gym to one of the exam rooms in the back. No one interrupted them or disrupted their course. That was an expectation of working in an office with so many VIP clients. Professionalism came first, and Devi kept blasting that in her head. Be professional. Be professional.

Once they reached the exam room, she stopped at the open door and gestured for him to enter ahead of her. She tried to stop herself from checking out his backside, but the high school sophomore in her won the battle. And just like when they were in high school, this boy – nay – this man had an amazing way of filling out clothing that would otherwise be loose fitting. God, he looked good.

When she looked up, she was glad his back was still to her. For the first time, possibly in her entire life, Paxton didn’t catch her in an embarrassing moment. “So, Mr. Hall-Yoshida, why don’t you take a seat and” –

She was cut off by his soft laughter. “Come here, Devi,” he said, pulling her into a hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

She found herself returning his embrace, and it actually helped her relax a little. “It’s good to see you too, Paxton,” she told him when she pulled away a moment later. “How long has it been?”

His eyes squinted over her shoulder as he thought about her question. “Ben Gross’s Christmas party 2022, right? Eight years?”

Somehow, in that moment, it felt like yesterday. “Yeah, that’s right. The one party at Ben’s that didn’t end with me in the deep end of the pool,” she grinned.

His eyes raked over her for a moment, so intense that she chose to turn away and grab his chart to distract herself. Then he laughed again. “At least sometimes it was on purpose.”

“Yes, not all of us are as graceful in the water as the Paxton H.Y.” she smiled up from his paperwork. “Alright, we could catch up for hours, but we have to get your evaluation done. Tell me what’s going on with your shoulder.”

Paxton smirked, but nodded and did not argue with moving on into the session. He explained his sudden onset of pain during a training session. Sharp pain. He noticed more during strokes or overhead activity. It was difficult to sleep on that shoulder, but otherwise, if he wasn’t using it, he didn’t have pain. Everything Paxton told her confirmed what the orthopedist had diagnosed: shoulder impingement syndrome. Just to cover her bases, Devi confirmed positive results for Neer’s and Hawkins’ tests.  He demonstrated mild weakness in the affected shoulder, and pain seemed to onset just at approximately 100 degrees of flexion.

“Okay, looks like you saw Doctor… Matthews? Did he explain this to you?”

“Not really… he said I’m pinching a muscle in my rotator cuff?”

“Kind of, more like a tendon,” Devi said grabbing a model off the counter. “So, you know how this is a ‘ball and socket’ joint so to speak. Normally, you have full range of motion and the ball rotates in the socket without any pain or stiffness,” she explained demonstrating the normal range of shoulder flexion. “Right now, you have some inflammation in the space between the ball and socket, so whenever you raise your arm above shoulder level, there isn’t enough space for the joint to rotate normally. Because of that, you pinch that tendon, it hurts and causes more inflammation, and then the next time you raise your arm, you’ll pinch the tendon, it’ll hurt and cause inflammation, and so on.”

“So… every time I raise my arm… like on every stroke, I make it worse?” he asked, his forehead furrowing.

“Not really, but you’re not making it any better. Every time you raise your arm above shoulder level, you’re basically reinjuring it. Don’t worry though, we can fix it.”

“Dr. Matthews didn’t think I would need surgery.”

“Oh, god no, and I would never do surgery. A – out of my scope of practice, B – can you imagine me with a scalpel and a living, breathing person? Bad idea.”

She smiled when he started laughing. This was Devi’s favorite part of her job. She had many A list clients walk into her office, and there was always a level of fear that they wouldn’t be able to reach 100% again. Sometimes, it was true. Devi liked being able to alleviate that fear and make people as comfortable as possible though. Paxton was no different. He’s just another client, she told herself, and continued in her explanation.

“See the reason it keeps happening is because you’re not giving the inflammation a chance to go down. Between swimming, lifting, and day to day activities, your arm goes over your head a lot. First thing we have to do is, limit that.”

“So, I can’t swim?”

“Not unless you can do it with your left arm by your side,” her head tilted in sympathy. “It’s not forever though. I want you to keep your arm below 90 degrees of flexion – below shoulder level for four weeks and I want you to complete these exercises every day, two to three times per day,” she pulled her pre-assembled shoulder impingement program out of a binder. “I want you here twice a week and we’ll follow up on your progress.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “If you seem like you need more attention, then we’ll add a session weekly. Honestly, Paxton, this is a really common injury, especially for swimmers. It’s known as ‘swimmer’s shoulder.’ You’ll be back in the pool in plenty of time to qualify for 2032.”

He smiled warmly at her, and she could see his stress deflating. “Thanks, that is really good news.” He stood from his seat and advanced toward her before catching himself, “Can I hug you again?”

She grinned. “As long as you keep your arm below 90 degrees.”

She saw a spark in his eyes as he thought of a retort, but his expression changed to his easy smirk and he nodded. “Deal. Thanks, Devi,” he said as he pulled her into him.

“So, we’re done, and I can go?” he seemed nervous.

“Yeah, I have another patient in,” she glanced at her watch, “thirty minutes? Wow, I thought this was a quick one.”

“What time do you get off?”

“My last appointment is from 4:00 to 4:45 this afternoon.”

“Let’s get dinner tonight. Are you busy?”

Was he asking her on a date? No, just as friends to reconnect. Still, she had to keep things professional. Dot the T’s, cross the I’s – “What?” Nailed it.

He exhaled in a gentle laugh, his right arm reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “I, umm, I asked you to have dinner with me.”

“Like a date?”

He stared at the floor, another laugh escaping him. “Yeah, Devi, like a date.”

To be honest, she was a little angry with him for this. “Paxton, I can’t.”

“Devi, come on. It doesn’t have to be a big thing. It doesn’t even have to be a date! Just two friends, catching up.”

She opened the door, attempting to usher him out. “That would be hugely unethical, Paxton. If you wanted to ask me out, you shouldn’t have handpicked me to be your therapist. I can’t date one of my clients.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it again with a nod. “You’re right, I’m sorry, Dr. Vishwakumar. I didn’t mean to offend you. Thanks for all your help today. I’ll see you next week,” he told her. It would have seemed respectful or sincere if he hadn’t smirked the whole time. He was already at the front desk, presumably scheduling his next appointment when Devi reached her desk. He turned, his eyes settling on her immediately. “Oh and, Dr. Vishwakumar, you look good in that color,” he said with a smile that made her knees weak.

“Devi, he was flirting with you!” Hannah rushed to her side once he was gone.

“Lucky me,” she grimaced, pulling her phone from her desk drawer.

*We’re getting drinks tonight.. Actually we’re going out. Get hot.*

***

“So why are we going out tonight?” Fabiola asked, pouring shots of tequila in her kitchenette.

Fabiola had a cozy apartment in Koreatown. After receiving her degree in mechanical engineering from UC Berkeley, she received an entry-level job at Aldrin Corp. Within a few years, and some well-timed retirements, Fabiola was promoted to Senior Project Engineer. It was a job that was made for her. She often said she felt she was more hands on than previous SPE’s she’d worked for, but it also gained her the respect of her subordinates and made meeting deadlines that much easier. Her salary allowed her to not only afford this apartment near downtown LA, but to keep saving. Devi thought even with Eleanor climbing the ranks in her own field, Fabiola would be the first to have a suburban home like they’d all grown up in. For now though, she’d have the apartment closest to the clubs, and would be their pre-game hub.

“Yeah, you’re lucky you picked tonight. I had an early table read this morning, but I don’t have to be on set again until Sunday,” Eleanor agreed, touching up her eyeshadow.

“You will not believe who walked into my office today,” Devi groaned, leaving the bathroom to meet Fabiola at the counter. She swiped a shot off the counter and downed it with a wince.

“What about the salt and lime?” her friend asked in outrage. “I cut fresh lime for you!”

Devi grabbed a wedge and bit the flesh out and Fabiola nodded curtly. “I’ll use the salt for the next one.”

“So, who was it?” Eleanor asked, gliding out of the bathroom to join them. “Was it Sebastian? I know he’s almost 50, but I don’t know how you didn’t go home with him at the last premier party.”

Eleanor was a successful actress. She wasn’t a leading lady yet. She was gaining a lot of clout though. Enough clout to be at premier parties with Sebastian Stan… and Amandla Stenberg… and Tom Holland. Her phone was full of A-list stars and she was not legally obligated to keep her mouth shut about any time she spent with them. She very thoughtfully brought Devi and Fabiola to her premier parties as her guests, and that meant that they met a lot of A-list stars too.

“It was not Sebastian Stan,” Devi rolled her eyes, “and I’ll remind you, he texted you the next day asking you to thank me for calling his driver to come get him, remember? He was plastered and did not need to wake up with a stranger in bed with him.”

“Yeah, he’s really shy and private about his personal life. That fruit basket he sent you was intense.”

“Hello, losing focus,” Fabiola redirected while refilling Devi’s shot glass. “Who came in today?”

Devi groaned as she remembered her obligation to patient privacy. “I can’t tell you. Stupid HIPAA. What I can tell you is, he asked me out at the end of the session.” Eleanor and Fabiola grinned at each other before turning their grins on Devi. “What?”

“You wanted to say yes!” they said in unison.

“What? No, I didn’t. I’m dreading seeing this guy again next week.”

“No, you’re not! You’ve told us tons of stories of your patients flirting with you and your coworkers. Never once has it prickled you to the point of wanting to go get hammered in a nightclub.”

“Fabiola’s right! You’re fantasizing about getting with this guy in the exam room like on Grey’s. God, will that show ever not be relevant?”

“The point is the reason this has you tweaking is because you know you can’t do it.”

“Shut up, you guys suck.” Devi said, preparing a salt strip on her wrist for another shot.

“So, give him to another therapist so he isn’t your patient.”

“I tried before he even walked in, but Makayla said he asked for me specifically. She said something about how he knew another satisfied client.”

“Why is your job so sexual?” Eleanor laughed to which Devi glared. “Sorry, I’m sure all of your clients are satisfied.”

“You’re the worst,” Devi laughed, grabbing a lime wedge and thrusting the saltshaker into Fabiola’s hand. “Now are we pre-gaming or what?”

After more than enough shots resulted in finishing off the bottle in record time, Eleanor called for a car. The girls piled in, giggling a lot more than they had been a half hour prior. Fabiola insisted on controlling the music, though no one argued. Fab had an excellent knack for reading the energy and picking the perfect soundtrack. At least normally. This time, what she thought to be a great throwback jam, took Devi back eight years to a time that would only increase her anxiety to think about.  2022, Ben Gross’s Christmas Party.

***

“Coyote girl!”

“Hey, Trent,” Devi smiled meeting him and Paxton by the punch bowl. “You didn’t dip your balls in this again, did you?”

“Come on, Devi, I’m in college now. Would I do that?”

She looked between Trent and Paxton: Trent attempting to look way too innocent, Paxton analyzing him just as much as Devi. Suddenly, he turned to Devi. “You know what? I brought a bottle of Jack. It’s in the fridge. I’ll share with you.”

Devi smiled in gratitude as Paxton led her inside. “So, you’re drinking?”

He smiled. “We get a break from meets during Christmas break, so I figure once or twice won’t hurt.”

“David!” she heard as soon as she and Paxton entered the kitchen. The moment they started dating, Devi told Ben that the ‘nickname’ bothered her. He almost never used it anymore, but he was obviously drunk. “Wait, no sorry. Devi!”

“What’s up, man?” Paxton fist bumped Ben. “I don’t trust Trent, so Devi is drinking my stuff. Cool?”

“Cool, man, and thanks for the heads up. If you don’t trust Trent, I don’t trust Trent.”

Ben and Paxton had reached a relationship of friendly acquaintances by the time Paxton graduated. It had been a necessity when Ben tutored Paxton in order to meet the requirements for his swim scholarship to Stanford. At the time, it brought Devi mixed feelings. Being a few years removed from the drama of her sophomore year, it was nice they could all just hangout without it being weird.

“So, Ben, I gotta know. Why are you having a Christmas party?” Devi asked. “You don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“True, but you can’t throw a party over winter break without accepting that people are going to call it a Christmas party, and expecting half the guests to wear ugly sweaters whether it’s required or not,” Ben explained, only slightly tripping over his words. “I just steer into the skid.”

Devi and Paxton grinned at him before laughing. “Hey, whatever. It’s a dope party, and you guys are just too sober to appreciate it,” he accused good-naturedly, pulling a bottle of Jack Daniels out of the refrigerator. “Get moving and come find me when you’re on this level. Unless I’m with Emma, then come back later.”

“Emma?”

“His girlfriend. She’s wicked smart, and she even convinced his parents to be at parents’ weekend. They’ll probably get married,” Devi told him as Ben went back outside.

“I’m sorry, do you go to school in New Jersey or Boston?” he teased.

“What?”

“You’re turning into a New Englander, Vishwakumar,” he told her, taking a pull of the Jack. He stepped in close enough to her that she could feel the heat radiating off him.

“I am not,” she laughed taking the bottle from him and taking a pull of her own. She coughed a little as it went down causing him to smirk. “I don’t usually drink whiskey.”

“Here,” he turned to the fridge and grabbed a soda. “Chase with coke, it helps.”

Just as she went to open the can, a group of people came in, immediately crowding them because they were going to use the island for a game of quarters. At least, that’s what she was able to glean from the drunken shouts of her old classmates. She felt an arm wind around her waist and looked up at Paxton – her chest practically pressed against his.

“Hey, you want to catch up to get drunk or catch up with a friend?” he leaned down to speak in her ear.

“How about both?” she smiled, grabbing the bottle of Jack and slipping through the crowd with Paxton close behind.

“Devi, come on! Catch up!” she came back to reality to have Eleanor thrusting one of the mini fireball bottles she’d shoved in her purse into Devi’s hand.

“I hate fireball,” she groaned.

“Fireball!” her friends shouted, and they all downed a bottle.

“Ladies, we’re here.”

“Okay, okay, one more for the club,” Devi insisted.

With a cheer, all three girls shot another small bottle of fireball. After tipping the driver, Eleanor led them past the line and walked straight up to the bouncer.

“Ladies,” the man smiled. “You on the list?”

“Eleanor Wong,” she stated her name with a flutter of her eyelashes.

He was silent as he skimmed his clipboard. “I don’t see it…” he trailed off, looking up at Eleanor, “but hey, aren’t you in that new spy thriller with Michael B. Jordan?”

Her eyes lit up, “Yes! Shot for Death! Tom keeps saying I’ll get used to being recognized, but it’s such a rush! Oh, here he is now,” she held a finger up to the stout but muscular man as she answered a phone call. “Hello darling,” she said with a flourish. “We’re outside, but he says I’m not on the list. Could you?”

Within seconds, Tom Holland popped his head out the door. “Mal, they’re with me. They’re under my name.”

“My apologies, ladies. Head on in, and I can’t wait to see you on the big screen again, Ms. Wong.”

“Thank you!” she blew him a kiss as the girls hurried inside.

Tom and Eleanor greeted each other with a hug as Devi and Fabiola wandered over to the bar. When Eleanor first made friends with some prominent stars, Devi was star struck regularly. As she got more into her career, and treated more and more celebrities, she began to get used to being in their presence.

“Drinks or shots?” Fabiola shouted over the music.

“Shot for me and then I’m going to dance.”

“Yes, girl!” Fabiola pounded the bar, gaining the attention of one of the bartenders. “Can we get three B-52s?”

“Make it four and put it on my tab,” a man’s voice called from beside Devi. Her initial thought was that Eleanor and Tom had caught up to them, but it clicked almost immediately that the accent was distinctly American. And then it clicked again that she would recognize that voice anywhere.

“What are you doing here?” she wheeled around on him.

“I’m out with some friends. What are you doing here, doctor? Are you following me?”

“Paxton?” Fabiola caught his eye past Devi.

“Hey, Fabiola,” he grinned. “Good to see you!”

“Same,” she smiled back. “I didn’t know you were in town?”

“Yeah, I’m home for some physical therapy,” he shouted gesturing to his shoulder.

It took Fabiola exactly no time to connect the dots, and Devi could feel it. Instead of looking at either of her current companions, she accepted the shots from the bartender with as much gratitude as she could muster. Devi carefully pushed a shot to her left and then to her right, clutching the remaining shots tightly.

“I’ll go give Eleanor hers.”

“Nope,” Fab cut off her escape and plucked the extra shot out of her hand. “I’ll do that. You take yours and go dance!”

“Oh, I’ll cheers to that,” Paxton said, leaning forward so she could hear him. “Come dance with me.”

Maybe it was alcohol from their successful pregaming clouding her judgment, or maybe it was the way she could lose herself in Paxton’s gaze just as easily as when she was fifteen years old, but Devi couldn’t stop herself from nodding and clinking her glass against his as they downed the shots in unison. He smirked at her, grasping her hand gently and leading her to the dancefloor.

It was crowded already, but so many of the people here loved that paparazzi never got in, and they could cut loose. Devi loved that atmosphere. Under the flashing lights, music pumping so loud you can’t hear anything else, dancing with friends, or a guy she would be way too nervous to talk to otherwise – it all just made her feel alive.  She felt that same adrenaline as Paxton kept his left hand firmly on her hip but did not pull her into him. Instead, he left just enough space between them for things to be innocent.

As the beat dropped on a new mix, Devi felt Paxton’s hand like an anchor. They locked eyes for a moment, and she swore she could feel the energy crackling between them. The corner of his mouth quirked up, gaze never leaving hers. This man asked her on a date that morning. The man she’d so desperately wanted as a teenager – the man that she nearly idolized and seemed so unattainable in her youth was the same man in front of her, the one looking at her like pure sex. The thought had a laugh bubbling up in her that she couldn’t stop. Full belly laughter overtook her as she bounced and swayed to the music and just lost herself.

She wasn’t sure how much time past, but at some point, Eleanor and Fabiola joined them. The music had shifted from EDM to a mix of the most beloved hip hop music from ten to fifteen years ago. As intended, that shift had more people pouring onto the dancefloor, and having any space to breathe was impossible. To Devi, it was perfect. The beat was pulsing so loud, it felt like her own heartbeat, and the familiar music was lending to everyone’s closet-love for karaoke as people around her belted the lyrics. Then she felt two hands at her hips pulling her slightly backwards to dance against a man’s chest. Normally, she didn’t mind dancing with strangers. As long as they didn’t get too handsy, she didn’t even mind the approach this guy took. Tonight, things felt different. Her eyes flew open, and immediately met Paxton’s. His look was calculating. He wasn’t going to stop her if this was what she wanted.

The thought brought an easy grin to her face as she reached a hand out toward him. His lips twitched into a crooked grin, but he met her hand and spun her into him. In that moment, time stood still. Devi didn’t notice who had approached her before Paxton’s rescue. She wasn’t sure if Fabiola and Eleanor were still on the floor with them. All she knew was that her back was pressed against Paxton’s chest, and it felt like she belonged there. They swayed to the music together, and she felt his left hand rest on her hip again. His other hand swept the hair off her right shoulder, and she felt him press tighter against her.

“What do you want from me, Devi?” he asked, his breath hot on her neck.

“You’re not dating anyone?” she asked disbelievingly. “Not at all, not even one-night stands?”

They were sitting in Ben’s theater room on the floor passing the significantly less full bottle of Jack between them. It was nice. It was easy. The awkwardness of what happened in high school long behind them.

“Hey, I have never had a one-night stand,” he pointed at her. “Have you?”

“Well, no, but I’m me and you’re you,” she laughed.

“What does that mean?” his eyes narrowed at her good-naturedly as he took another pull from the bottle of Jack and passed it back to her.

“I just mean, one of us probably has people lining up to sleep with them, and the other one is me,” she shrugged.

“Why would you even say that? Have you looked in a mirror?”

“Come on, stop, I didn’t mean” –

“I’m serious, Devi. You are a very weird girl, like that’s your brand, but it’s hot. You’re hot. If you really think guys aren’t interested in you, you’re not paying attention.”

“Stop,” she waved him off, cheeks burning hot red. “You don’t have to do that.”

He was scooting closer to her until their thighs were touching, and his gaze was searching hers looking for any hesitation. “I know. I don’t have to do anything. You know what I want to do?”

Her skin tingled under his stare, and she shook her head ‘no.’ Her stomach somersaulted when he reached a hand up to cradle her jaw. “I want show you how beautiful you are.”

Devi turned in his embrace, draping her hands around his neck. Paxton’s head immediately fell to the crook of her neck, and she played with the hair at the nape of his neck as she leaned into his ear. “I want you to show me how beautiful I am.”

His head snapped up and he pulled back to look her in the eye. His jaw had gone slack, and he was looking at her with such curiosity that it made her second guess herself. Maybe he wasn’t interested after all. Maybe he’d just been swept up in not seeing her after so long that morning. Maybe he just wanted to see if he could still get her to fall at his feet. Maybe this was just a game to him. She started to unwind her arms from him to escape her embarrassment when he pressed one of her arms down to stay in place around him. His other hand was firmly pressed against the small of her back.

“Let’s get a drink,” he suggested, waiting for her confirmation. When she nodded, he took her hand off his shoulder, pressed a kiss against the back, and led her from the dancefloor back to the bar.

“What are you drinking?”

“Whiskey sour,” she told him.

“Thought you didn’t drink whiskey?” he grinned.

“Things change.”

When their drinks were made, he nodded to a staircase, and she set off toward it with him close behind. The upper room was a quieter atmosphere. Tables and chairs, booths, a pool table – it was a great offset from the chaos downstairs. He placed their drinks down on a booth, and she slid into one side expecting him to slide in opposite her. Instead, he slid in next to her.

“Paxton, look I’m sorry if I misread things, I just” –

He placed a hand on her knee. “No, don’t do that. You didn’t misread anything. Just tell me why you said that exactly?”

***

Devi woke to the feeling of a hammer slamming against her skull. She could feel the sunlight piercing through her eyelids, making her roll over and press her face harder against her pillow. She heard a toilet flush, and that prompted her to inspect her surroundings a bit more closely. Blearily, she moved to a sitting position as the faucet in the bathroom ran. It was her apartment, that much she could tell. Maybe Eleanor and Fabiola decided to come back here? Fabiola lived closest to the club. That was why they pre-gamed at her place. Why would they come back to her place? Was she the only one coherent enough to call for a ride? With the way she felt this morning, that was unlikely. No, so who was using her bathroom and whistling as they walked down the hallway?

She grabbed her phone off the nightstand and unplugged it from the charger. She had a few unread messages in her group text with her friends.

*Let us know when you wake up this morning, we want to hear all the dirty details!*

*Also, avocado is a great hangover food!*

The dirty details? What did Devi do? So much of the previous night was a blur. At least she has clothes on – one of her dad’s old t-shirts and a pair of pajama shorts. That had a to be sign that she didn’t do anything too stupid. So, who was out there?

Only one way to find out, she thought, hoisting herself out of bed. She stepped out of her bedroom, and immediately smelled eggs. Devi padded down the hallway to the kitchen, and there was a steaming cast iron skillet sitting on a hot pad at the breakfast bar. No one was in the kitchen though.

“Hey, you’re up!” a voice cheered from behind her. Devi whirled around to the living room, to see Paxton on her couch carefully stretching one arm over the other shoulder.

“Jesus! Paxton, what are you doing?”

He tilted his head at her with a quizzical look. “I’m doing my shoulder exercises. You’re the one that assigned them.”

“Not that!” she couldn’t help but holler at him. “What are you doing in my apartment?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again. His arms fell to his sides. “You actually demanded that I come here.”

“What?” her eyes went wide as she did her best to recall the events of last night. “Did we…?”

He started laughing as he stepped past her and behind the breakfast bar. “I knew you were too drunk to remember. No, we did not have sex. You were mad at me for that last night by the way.”

“No…” she trailed off taking a seat at the breakfast bar.

“Oh yeah, I told you I was going to take the couch, and you said you’d been waiting like ten years to see whether or not I stuff my swim briefs,” he smirked. “I don’t, in case you’re still wondering.”

“Oh my god,” this new information and the headache still throbbing against her skull was enough to make her vomit. Instead, she just dropped her head to the counter, the pressure soothing against her forehead.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It was cute… in a very Devi way,” he brushed her arm gently. “Sit up, you need to eat.”

She shifted her head slightly to meet his eye. “I yelled at you for not showing me your dick, and you stayed the night and made me breakfast.”

“Yeah, I had to make sure you were okay,” his eyes warmed to hers. “Now, sit up and eat.”

She obeyed and smiled when he pushed a loaded plate toward her. “This looks awesome.”

“Yeah, I had to work with what you had, but I call it a southwest sweet potato hash,” he told her proudly. After loading up his own plate, he came around the breakfast bar to sit next to her.

“So, anything else I should know about last night?”

“Well,” he paused to swallow a bite of food, “what’s the last thing you remember?”

She thought about the events of the previous night, as Paxton hopped up again.His energized movements distracting her, she asked, “Are you not hungover at all?”

“Based on what you told me, I had a lot less to drink last night than you did, so no, I’m not,” she heard him reply. She was staring at her plate because too much movement made her nauseated.

“You didn’t happen to make” –

“Coffee,” he cut her off happily, placing the mug in front of her, “and here’s some Tylenol. I was looking for blowfish or something but doesn’t look like you have any.”

She gratefully took the little pills from him and threw them back with a swig of coffee. “I used to. I stopped getting hungover for a while too.”

“Why’d you go so hard last night?”

“I think you know why,” she said with a glare.

He pursed his lips in a pout before choosing to ignore her implication and coming back to sit with her with his own cup of coffee. “So, what do you remember from last night?”

“I remember dancing with you on the dance floor.”

“Anyone else? Eleanor, Fab, some dude that I’m pretty sure was Lucas Hedges?”

“Okay, yeah. Some guy started dancing on me, and I wanted to dance with you instead,” she replied casually, continuing her breakfast.

“Nothing else? You don’t remember going to the upper room to talk about what happened at Ben’s party?”

“We talked about Ben’s party?”

“Well, yeah, funny thing is, I didn’t remember that,” he told her with a nostalgic grin. “Like I remembered it, but I thought I dreamt some of it.”

“What? Like what?”

“Well you were gone when I woke up, and never said anything about it so I thought…”

“You thought you dreamt making out with me?”

“Well, see so that’s all we did? It’s hard, because when I’ve dreamt about it since then…” he trailed off, the tips of his ears turning pink at his own admission.

“You’ve dreamt about it since then?”

“Not like a ton… it’s not like I’ve dreamt about you every night for the last eight years, that would be kinda creepy probably. Just any time something reminds me of you, it seems to come up… high school, something about Gross in the news… seeing you on social media… it’s not that weird.”

“Paxton…”

“I mean, whatever, I know I’m going to dream about last night for a long time,” he winked. She didn’t understand how he could have so little shame. Then she remembered she had enough to go around. “You made it your mission to remind me of every dirty detail of that night at Ben’s.”

“We made out last night?”

“We started to, yeah. Instead of getting hot and heavy, you ran off to the bathroom, and I found you with your head in a urinal. That’s when it was time to go home.”

“And that’s what you’re going to dream about?” she scoffed.

“No, I’m going to dream about you pawing at my zipper yelling about pringle cans.” He settled into a close-lipped smile, but it didn’t hide the mirth in his eyes.

“Oh my god,” Devi groaned, slipping off her stool to flop over onto the couch.

She could hear Paxton laughing. Soon, he was settled on the couch with her. She turned her body just enough to catch his eye, and he patted his lap. She rolled her eyes but stretched out so her head was on his thigh and she was looking up at him. His features were soft, gentle, caring.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he told her softly, one hand carding through her hair. “I don’t mind when you act like you like me.”

“I’m not acting,” her eyes fell shut, feeling his fingers stroke her scalp could lull her to sleep.

“Yeah?”

She hummed an affirmative. She was pretty sure if he kept scratching her head like that, she’d say yes to anything. And of course, she liked him. She was never able to truly deny that fact. Even when she’d had boyfriends, she’d be lying if Paxton wasn’t always lingering in the back of her mind. How could he not be? His appearance was god-like. He was beyond hiding behind words – if she was honest, that was her favorite part – he wasn’t afraid to be real with her. And he never gave up on her. As rocky as their friendship had started, as often as they lost touch, here he was telling her, he still thought about her.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she almost whispered.

“Me too.”

She felt his hand trace the edge of her face, and couldn’t stop herself from leaning into his touch, and pressing a kiss to his palm. Somehow, it was comfortable, intimate. She felt like she was born to be here. The same thought she had eight years ago came back to the forefront of her mind: It’s always been Paxton. At that realization, her eyes popped open. He’d leaned his head back, eyes closed; he looked as close to dozing off as she felt moments ago. His lips formed a peaceful grin, just slightly curved upwards, and his two small moles pinning opposite corners of his mouth were barely shadowed by the growth of his facial hair overnight. His long eyelashes curled naturally in a way, Devi thought, women would kill for. She always knew he was hot, but she never really took the time to notice how beautiful he was.

Before she could stop herself, before she could think twice, Devi leaned up and pressed her lips to his. And time stood still. Just as she was going to pull away again, his hand found hold in her hair, and his lips moved over hers with fervor. She wasn’t sure who opened to the other first, but in a flash their tongues were dueling for dominance. Instead of admitting defeat, Devi pulled his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. He, honest to god, whimpered in response. She smiled against mouth before he swallowed her smile with one, two, and then three slow languid kisses. He pulled away, pressed her to his chest that she could feel was heaving. When she looked up to meet his eye, they were closed again, but he wore the most breathtaking smile she’d ever seen.

“Mm... I want to take my time with you,” he told her, pressing another kiss to her lips. She blushed at his implication. “God, I am not going to forget this any time soon.”

“Mood, my guy. Big mood,” she agreed, sitting up next to him.

He turned so he was halfway facing her, and his left hand took refuge on her thigh. “Can I ask you something?” he asked, waiting for her nod before continuing. “Okay, I don’t want to pop this, like, bubble we’re in right now, but… what does this mean going forward?”

“Paxton…” her eyes softened. She knew what she wanted, but with her job, how could she…

“Devi, listen. I know it’s my fault that you’re my therapist. I know that I made this difficult, but I really just wanted to see you, and now? I know one thing for sure, I really don’t want to wait another eight years to kiss you again.” he sighed, and repositioned again so he was fully facing her, clasping her hands in his. “I’ll wait for four weeks if it’ll make you happy. I’ll be your dirty little secret if that’s what you want. Just don’t turn me down. Let me take you to dinner, bring you flowers, make you soup when you’re sick. Give me a chance to sweep you off your feet.”

“Honestly, I’m stuck on ‘dirty little secret.’”

He smirked. “Lingering looks… shirtless assessments… secret dates… secret hookups,” he told her sensually, pausing between each suggestion to press a kiss first to her lips, then the corner of her mouth, her jaw, and finally ended by sucking her earlobe into his mouth and dragging his teeth over it. She shuddered under him, and felt him smile against her neck. “Do you like that idea?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

[juleshq]

*  𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐬  here  and  do  i  have  the  tea  for  you  .  𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is  back  in  bridgehampton  for  the  summer  ,  living  off  the 𝐃��𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎 family  𝟐.𝟑 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧  net  worth  .  must  be  nice  to  come  back  home  to  the  hamptons  ,  i  wonder  what  her  fellow  class  of  2017  grads  think  of  her  return  .  you  know  ,  she  was  known  around  town  as  the  𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 and  for  bhs  senior  superlatives  pronouns  was  crowned  as  𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 .  i  wonder  if  that  still  holds  true  today  ,  a  lot  can  change  when  you  go  off  to  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 and  study  𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘  .  either  way  ,  i  bet  she  is  still  very  𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 , 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  . hopefully  this  time  next  year  the  plans  to  𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 come  true  .  in  the  meantime  ,  i  look  forward  to  seeing  her  blast  𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄) 𝖇𝖞 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬  at  every  hamptons  function  .  it’s  going  to  be  a  wild  summer  home  ,  welcome  back  .

i  don’t  think  i’ve  EVER  been  this  excited  to  plot  and interact with a group of people ,  u  all  seem  like  such  beaut  ppl  &  i’m  in  love  already  but   i’m  a  little  . . .  intimidated  ADFJH .  anyways  ,  i’m  not  going  to  ramble  bc  i’m  ready  to  get  down  to  business  ,  i’m  sammie  &  i  go  by  she  /  her  pronouns  !  under  the  cut  is  a  long  bio  on  jules !  i  will  GLADLY  give  you  a  synopsis  on  this  chaotic  mess  pls  just  ask  ,  HERE  is  her  pinterest  board  please  ignore  the  sudden  amount  of  pins  of  just  her  , also  i’m  down  to  plot  here  or  on  discord  ,  my  discord  is  @ᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ ?#3246  

* / BASICS

full name: juliana kaia dicaprio

nicknames: jules , julie / juli 

age & dob: twenty-one , august 14th , 1998

place of birth: long island , new york .

sexuality: heterosexual ( that she knows off )

bender: cisfemale

* /  MORE BASIC INFO

languages: english, french, some spanish.

religion: catholic

education: high school , majoring in biology at stanford

occupation: unemployed

drinks, smokes, & drugs: all of the above

* / PERSONALITY

zodiac sign: leo

likes: dark chocolate , tea in the morning , white roses , instigating bad situations , wine , black coffee , the smell of freshly brewed coffee , talking with strangers , long travels , adventures , being called “ angel ” , popcorn , quick tex responders , products made with silk , athletes , crime shows / films , crowded rooms , glitter .

dislikes: fake designer bags , people who don’t know how to lie , f , people who wear pearls regularly , long text messages , voicemails , men who are cheap , people who chew with their mouth open , humming ,  thrift shops , water-poof mascara , the smell of grass , extensive planning , and arrogance & stupidity combined .

bad habits: breaking promises to herself & others , not thinking before doing , fixating with her hair when nervous .

secret talent: juggling

fears: aging terribly , being widowed , drowning , being buried alive .

positive traits: alluring , convincing , affectionate , ambitious / devoted , systematic .

negative traits: manipulative , conniving , deceitful , dishonest , subjective .

* / APPEARANCE

tattoos: dagger on right index finger , “ devil ” on left index finger .

piercings: three in each ear , cartilage .

* / FAMILY INFO.

parent names: claire boucher & david dicaprio .

parent relationship: divorced .

sibling names: annalise , ashton , keller , & wade .

sibling relationship: step siblings & half .

children: none .

pets: 2 family dogs on her moms side.

* / BIOGRAPHY

i’m sorry it got long

             𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑’s entire childhood was spent in the spotlight -- her father was a huge rockstar in the 70's & 80's, and her mother a model . Claire spent her childhood between Florida , California , and New York , attending red carpets , premieres , etc. Claire attended Stanford to obtain a bachelor in science but was in and out of modeling in her teens and early twenties .

            𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎  lived an affluent life more under the radar . His grandfather is CEO of JD banking , one of the four largest banks in the world . He attended Princeton as the rest of his family did . He got involved in the company business at a very young age as did his brothers , but went on to become the new CEO after his fathers unfortunate passing in 2002 .

            𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 was and will forever be her parents pride & joy . her parents were high school sweethearts & got married young -- at a twenty-two / twenty-three . they had been trying for two years to start their own family but jules’ mother struggled . thanksgiving in the hamptons , a dicaprio family tradition the day is engraved in her mothers memory , in 1997 , they announced to their family that after years of trying , they were pregnant .

            𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 grew up completely pampered ; bi-weekly trips to the nail salon with her mother and annual father-daughter trips . her mother was her best friend until she began morphing jules into what she thought was perfect . making sure she spoke at least one other language , was active in school , extracurriculars , how she presented herself . her mother cared about image due to her own childhood of growing up in the spotlight . besides the near brainwash to fit her mother’s image of perfect , everything was ideal &  ‘ normal ’ up until the summer before her freshman year of high school . her mother discovered the affair her father had been having for months with a woman he did business with . he claimed it was due to the fact that jules’ mother had returned to some normalcy and wanted to work again , modeling and doing some traveling , therefore he ‘ just missed her around ’ . jules was aware of everything going on  , heard the countless nights they spent arguing in the opposite wing of the house , she picked up on her father being late to family dinner because “ he had work to do ” . her parents tried their best to keep her in the dark for the sake of her sanity , innocence , and view on her father . jules went along with it all , the daddy’s girl in her was in denial for all of the months leading up to their divorce . at the end , her mother got full custody of her .

             𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 came two “ yes ” parents . everything became a competition between the two , trying to one up the other ; who took jules on the better summer vacation , had the most over the top christmas morning , etc . it  was insanely manipulative & jules there wasn’t a time period where jules felt more alone ; not having a sibling to relate to , she was embarassed to tell her peers the real reason why her parents split , it was so cliché . both parents didn’t take too long to remarry , her father found another stay-at-home wife and her mother lucked out with a lawyer ten years older than she . her step-father had two daughtes & son with whom jules hated in the beginning – it  was a lot to take in and she was used to being the only child . her father went on to have a child with his new wife two years after their marriage . it was all an immense amount of change within seven years .

              𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 for jules had been constantly changing since the news of her father’s affair , she’d spend her summers & holiday’s going back & forth between each parents in the hamptons until her father moved to calabasas to be closer to his wife’s family as soon as the baby was born . jules had always been a wild , reckless child at heart and the divorce between her parents only allowed her to push her limits even more . the two-three years her parents spent processing their divorce were her golden years -- she could not get in trouble with her parents and they never got upset with her . she took advantage of it all and abused drinking , hanging out with boys , you name it . she loved the attention she received from any male figure -- it made up for the lack of attention she was getting from her father once he got the boot .

              𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 was where jules found her safe space ; she could be her wild self , far away from home and only a five hour drive from her father that she still rarely sees . she joined a sorority , joined the exec board , was forced to join french club by her mother , all while maintaining a 4.08 gpa .

           *  ` 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄 jules has always been a wild child . she’s always had a desire for attention , all eyes & attention on her , though the B I R T H of her uncontrollable desire for attention from males stemmed after her parents divorce . the lack of attention from her father allowed her to realize her dad wasn’t the only one who could spoil her & every man was basically the same . she’s not super close with either of her dads at the moment and sees her father about three times a year , two of which are holidays & every now and then the spontaneous visit from him in cali .  

          𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is a h u g e  cry baby in the sense that she hates not getting what she wants . its not on purpose most of the time , it’s the way she was raised and the nature of her parents . she’s never had to ask for anything twice & hates doing so . though she’s a huge cry baby , she will try her best to mask her actual tears . she does a good job of seeming innocent , she’s that one friend that is super sus & lies a lot & keeps secrets but somehow is so good at convincing people other wise ? she’s a huge flirt , even when she’s not doing it on purpose , it’s sort of a weird practice or habit she’s grown into ? she feels empowered in the weirdest way of owning men and being able to form their opinion of her for them , this stems from her newly founded daddy issues  it’s more so due to the fact that her relationship with her father began to diminish once he moved out . she is & has been on her “ fuck love ” rampage .

       𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 do whatever she wants and will hide her bad intentions . she lives for chaos , loves enjoys pushing limits & boundaries . she loves a game of cat & mouse / teasing just knowing she has someone in her grip is what helps her sleep at night . she is a bit crazy . . .  the type to watch someone’s snap score go up . def that type to block and unblock someone 238473 timES . she has an underlying need of approval from others and she almost needs to be liked by everyone she meets .

     𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 she wants to model & be a playboy bunny BUT her dad would literally disown her if she didn’t follow her family legacy and attend stanford or yale to use her brains for good . she’s in school to be a pediatrician because at the end of the day she loves children and always wanted to seek a job in the healthcare field . she has plans to attend yale’s medical school after her senior year is complete at stanford .

i really based her off of american beauty & angela in the movie ( if you’ve seen it omg ily ) g

[wadeillinois]

what sort of jobs do you see for the skeletons?

Transplant - a student, or possibly works in a bookstore/small shop. 

Gun Belt - is the recently hired town Sheriff. 

Loser - Is a student, but likely has a part time job. I could see them working at Walker’s Market. 

Odd Ball - works at Quick Stop, usually the overnight shift. Surely sees some weird shit. 

Desperate Housewife - is a stay-at-home parent. 

Mr. Nice Guy - an English teacher at Wade Senior High School. 

Damsel in Distress - is an exotic dancer/stripper.

Second Overdose - is a drifter, but has likely picked up work somewhere. Handyman stuff, simple tasks. 

Gone Girl - I could see them running some kind of shop that once belonged to their father. Somewhere you can get live worms, or something. Almost too small, and cramped for comfort. 

Rebel Without a Clue - most defintely not employed, at least never for long. Still relies mostly on their parents for support. 

Sidekick - they’re still young, but I could see them with a stable career… home health care aid, or something like that.

Talks Like Yoda - a “guidance counselor” who’s probably really an F.B.I. Agent. 

Prom Queen - is offended anyone would assume they have a job. Ew. 

We Should Split Up - I could see them as a freelance photographer. 

Einstein in Tennis Shoes - currently a couch surfer, after dropping out of college.

Man of God - the pastor at the local Methodist church. 

Cat Lady - some type of physician. I’ve always thought a surgeon. 

Career Criminal - small time drug lord, and manager at Roller Magic. 

Peaked in High School - coaches football at the High School. 

Rear Window - likely does something where she can work from home since they really doesn’t care to leave the house if they can help it. 

Fucking Hipster Bullshit - owns the local bar, The Conifer Lounge. 

Shark - an incredibly successful real-estate developer hell bent on turning Wade into a mini Calabasas, or something. 

Fry Crook - the newest cook at Red’s Diner. 

- Admin A.

[paigehahs]

Friday June 29, 2018

- My roommate, Sydney, moves out tomorrow and my new roommate, Vivi, moves in. It’s gonna be so bittersweet seeing Sydney go, but I’m excited to see what’s in store for Vivi and me. Although I don’t know everything about her, I’m excited to get to know her as the months go on. - Greta Gerwig is directing Litte Women and the cast, so far, is Meryl Streep, Emma Stone, Saorise Ronan, and Timothy Chalamet!!! AHHH! Excited to see it when it’s complete, but confused as to why they’re making ANOTHER version of this movie! There’s been several movies, the 1994 one is The Best One and the one I grew up on. There’s also been a television series on it, so like... why make another one when the 1994 one is practically perfect?! Wynonna Ryder, Kirsten Dunst, Claire Danes, Christian Bale... what more could you want??? Oh, Meryl Streep, yeah, probably the best actress of all time, but Susan Sarandon is The Perfect Marmee!!! Ugh I can’t wait until the movie finally releases so I can write an in depth analysis of the new movie compared to the 1994 movie and the book since I read the whole book back in 8th grade in Mrs. Roberts class LOL Mrs. Roberts class with Kaelin, Brandon, and Josie, I miss those carefree days. - I need to go to bed earlier!!! Really. - BLAKE AND BECCA BLAKE AND BECCA BLAKE AND BECCA!!! Blake told Becca that he’s falling in love with her on The Bachelorette!!! And THEN!!! Becca said that she’s falling in love with him, TOO, but she’s felt that way from the very beginning!!! AHHH! They are the perfect couple, well in my eyes they are. But. UGH! I really hope Becca ends up with Blake because he seems like such a genuine and charming guy. I haven’t found any flaws in him yet, but it’s only week 5 so there’s still some time to find them, but maybe I never will. Oh and also. Garrett, yeah, I think he’s also a good fit for Becca, she seems, REALLY into him! Just watch, it’ll be Blake and Garrett at the very end. - I like Drake’s new song Don’t Matter To Me. - I don’t know what I’m doing for The Fourth of July :( - I’m gonna attend church this weekend. - I need to work more and sleep less!!! - I haven’t talked to my sister in MONTHS :( I miss her. - I always feel guilty when I say no to hanging out or going out with friends, but you know, sometimes I need to be alone and have some time to myself. Although I do love being social, I don’t want to waste my time hanging out with people I barely know. - I’ve been having series of vivid flashbacks like Lake San Antonio, Hume Lake, family dinners at Mexican restaurants, sitting in 7th grade history class with Mr. Arvizu. And although these memories are happy ones, whenever I think about them too long and don’t let them pass, they really begin to affect my mood. - Lonely and it’s summer :) - I’ve been thinking about my capstone and I don’t know what I want to do yet :((( I have 2 months and 20 days to decide. AH! - I spoke to my mom the other night on the phone and she asked if I was okay and I said yeah, but I really wasn't and I wanted to pour out everything I had bottled up inside if me, but I didn't (oh here comes those vivid flashbacks this one was when I used to watch Sagwa, you know, that cartoon cat on PBS well when I used to live in Calabasas, I would watch it all the time at my friends house anyway) and as the result of that, I cried for a good 10 minutes then woke up the next morning with puffy eyes and then I had to go to a work meeting where I felt so embarrassed because my eyes were the size of ping pong balls (metaphorically, okay). But yeah I wanted to tell my mom exactly how I was feeling in the moment, but my roommate was home at the time and I really didn't want her to know my entire business. Half the time I really don’t care who knows my business, but when it comes to my mental well being and my inner thoughts, I sometimes like to keep those hidden and confidential. And I know my mom was aching to know what was stirring inside of me, but I just couldn’t tell her. Not there. But ah, maybe I’ll tell her soon. - But overall, this was not what I expected my college experience to be. Now that I’m officially a senior, I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting and looking back, I intended college to be the place where you find your people who like the same things as you do where you find your life long friends where you find the love of your life where you find your passions and I really haven’t found all of those things during my time here. And I can partially take the blame for this one because in my underclassmen years I definitely was not the most gregarious and outgoing person. Yeah, I attended functions with my sorority every now and then and I attended frat parties when I was invited or when I could go, but I wasn’t consistently putting myself out there like I should have. Making those friendships, building those connections. It all had to happen from the start so something beautiful could flourish, but I didn’t initiate. I had multiple people in my life at the time who I knew and were close to me and I wanted to get to know better, but did I ever reach out? No. And I never reached out because I was so focused on my grades and making sure my designs look perfect for class... what I’m really trying to say here is that I suck at maintaining friendships with people that mean the most to me. And I think the reason why it’s so difficult for me to keep friendships alive is because of other people in their life who come before me like a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a best friend. Yeah, I find myself almost always coming in second place and half the time when I want to hang out with someone and get to know them, all they want to do is watch vine compilations and shows on Netflix, which is fine, but I want those friendships where we can just hangout and talk about life over coffee or on my living room couch in our pajamas. Where we can discuss our fears and cry together where we can build each other up and discuss our passions and where we need to improve. And what I really want... wow this has gone on a tangent sorry but yeah what I really want are Christian friends. I see my sister with all of her close girl and guy Christian friends and I say to myself I want that. I want what they have. Because it’s kinda hard to explain it, but I want to surround myself with people who have the same values and morals as I do. I want to be friends with people who are interested in my life like I’m interested in theirs. UGGGHahhh this whole friend situation is so difficult for me right now because whenever I have something on my mind or I see something cool, I never really have a group of people to turn to. Yeah, I have my family, but they’re scattered around coast to coast... I need someone, people, really anyone, here and now who is ready to listen. Wow this paragraph made no sense I’m sorry. - Okay so yeah the whole finding the love of your life during college is a myth. And so is college boys are cuter. Because here I am, still single :) And I’m slowly becoming okay with it. These past 3 years, I’ve cried and tweeted and moaned and tweeted and cried and groaned about not being in a relationship or about never having my first kiss... and now that I’m 21, and I think I finally have my head screwed on right, I’m starting to find that I’m at peace with being alone. I can be happy in my singleness. I can find ways to make myself happy until the right guy comes along... And going off of that, I’ve kinda changed the way I perceive/look at guys. Instead of listing off trivial characteristics and attributes, I find myself thinking about what I want to feel like and look like when I’m with them. Yes, I still want a guy that’s still taller than me and wears stylish outfits, but who do I want to be when I’m with him? How do I want our relationship to flow? How do I want to feel when I’m with them? - Welp, this post made no sense whatsoever. Just a wall of my incoherent thoughts. Glad you stuck around to read it all. If you didn’t that’s okay, maybe next time. Because I can 100% tell you there WILL be a next time. And that next time might just be tomorrow. (It probably will be.)

Okay, TTFN, ta ta for now! (I love Tigger!) All the love as always, Paigey :)

[sogivemecoffeeandtvhistory]

The Sins of the Sons

Sometime after 10 p.m. on Sunday, August 20, 1989, Lyle and Erik Menendez murdered their parents with Mossberg 12-gauge shotguns as they sat watching television in the family room of their $5 million mansion at 722 North Elm Drive, located in one of Beverly Hills’ more prestigious neighborhoods. Jose was a self-made senior entertainment executive and his wife, Kitty, was a homemaker whose devotion to her husband remained steadfast even though the pain -- the stress of the family’s move from New Jersey to California, and then from Calabasas to Beverly Hills; Jose’s infidelities; and, of course, the various and mounting troubles concerning their sons. According to the coroner’s report, one of the killers came up from behind Jose and killed him instantly with a shot to the back of the head before firing off nine others. Kitty was still alive when the brothers stepped away momentarily to reload Lyle’s gun. When the brothers returned home before midnight, after establishing an alibi – that they went to see Batman again because they could not gets tickets to the new James Bond movie License to Kill and then planned to meet a friend at the Cheesecake Factory but had to stop back home to get ID – Lyle called 911 in near hysteria: “They shot and killed my parents!” he cried.

The murders were so bloody and so savage that they were, in the early days of the investigation, considered to be a mob hit or a “gangland-style execution.” Lyle and Erik used concerns about their security as a pretense to move from hotel to hotel in the weeks after the murders and even went so far as to point the police to a possible suspect: a pornographic film distributor with underworld ties who had been engaged in a protracted legal battle with Jose and Live Entertainment, a division of Carolco Pictures that he ran as its chief executive at the time of his murder. To the extent that the possibility was given credence – after all, the home video industry business model, still in its infancy, had been driven at first more by pornography distributors, and all of the unsavory deals that involves, than by the film studios – Live Entertainment conducted an extensive internal investigation affirming that none of its dealings had any role in the murder of Jose and Kitty Menendez. The company also hired a public relations expert to stage-manage an elaborate memorial service for Jose and Kitty at the Directors Guild.  

Lyle and Erik would not be arrested until March 1990, by which point they had already spent upwards of $1 million of the family’s estate, with spending habits that attracted the attention of detectives as well as their family. Money was spent on Rolex watches, and sports cars, and hotel rooms, and high-rise apartments. Lyle purchased a restaurant in Princeton called Chuck’s Spring Street Cafe for $550,000, considered to be almost twice the restaurant’s value at the time, with dreams of expanding it. Lyle also attempted to set up his own personal investment fund. Erik, who had just graduated high school the summer of the murders, scrapped his plans to attend UCLA and instead hired a full-time coach tennis instructor. (The estate, which amounted to considerably less than what the brothers expected, was virtually depleted by 1993.)

The brothers did raise suspicion when they sat with the police for their first detailed interview after the night of the murders. Some two months later, Lyle told the police about finding the perpetrator:

“Finding out who it is, Erik and I are probably not going to be able to do anything about it. To find out who it is and not be able to do anything is probably worse [than not knowing]. So it’s a hard thing for Erik and I to decide whether or not we want it solved. It would be great if whoever did it went to jail. But it really doesn’t help us in any way. The loss is much greater than the benefits of finding out who did it.”

Notably, the evidence connecting Lyle and Erik to their parents’ deaths that lead to their arrest came in the form of audiotape recordings of confessions the brothers had made to a psychiatrist, Dr. Jerome Oziel. The police learned these recordings existed from Judalon Smyth, who had overheard Erik confess to the killings and Lyle threaten to kill Dr. Oziel if he reported it. Smyth, at the time, was involved with Dr. Oziel – as a patient and lover; in her telling he was also a captor who “brainwashed” her, drugged her, and repeatedly raped and assaulted her. The protracted legal battle over whether the tapes were admissible under the privilege of doctor-patient confidentiality took several years of appeals to resolve. Parallel to this was the litigation between Smyth and Oziel, as well as Vanity Fair’s Dominick Dunne, who conducted the first major print interview with Smyth, with whom he settled. In fact, Smyth claimed that after a meeting to discuss settling Oziel’s lawsuit against Dunne, Oziel harassed her, to which she responded by throwing a glass of water in his face. Smyth filed a number of lawsuits against Oziel for abuse, assault, battery, and negligence, and for malicious prosecution.

Lyle and Erik were not indicted until the end of December 1992. It was not until July 1993, just a week before the trial began, that the brothers’ defense team disclosed that the brothers would admit to shooting their parents as part of a self-defense plea, arguing that Lyle and Erik feared for their lives after over a decade of physical, sexual, and emotional abuse at the hands of their parents, though primarily their father.

From there, it would take two trials, three juries -- the brothers had separate juries in the first trial and both deadlocked forcing the jury to declare a mistrial -- and three more years to see the Menendez brothers rightfully convicted for the brutal murders of their parents and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, which they were in July 1996.

By that point, of course, the unanswerable question of what exactly drove the Menendez brothers to murder their parents in such a brutal manner had long been eclipsed by the other brutal double homicide that transfixed the nation – O.J. Simpson’s trial for the June 12, 1994 stabbing deaths of his ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend, Ron Goldman and the manifold mysteries and stories that followed.

After Simpson’s white Ford Bronco chase to international infamy ended with his arrest in front of his Rockingham estate on the evening of June 17, 1994, he was brought to the Los Angeles County Men’s Central Jail, where he was identified as a special-care inmate and placed under suicide watch. Simpson was placed in a wing on the jail’s second floor known as “Celebrity Row”; separated from the general population, it previously housed Kelsey Grammer, Sean Penn, and Christian Brando. At the time of Simpson’s arrest, it housed Erik Menendez and Simpson was placed in the cell next to his.

Less than four months before, Simpson had discussed the plight of the Menendez brothers in private conversation with his longtime friend Tom McCollum, a biomedical entrepreneur, while on vacation in Miami. As he later related to Sheila Weller for her book on O.J. and Nicole’s relationship, Raging Heart, Simpson said of the brothers after the hung juries deadlocked the first trial, “They should take ‘em out and shoot ‘em!”

Erik Menendez told Playboy reporter Robert Rand that he “almost cried” when Simpson’s “suicide” note was read by Robert Kardashian on live television. “It was very sad – tears came to my eyes. It reminded me of Lyle and me.” Menendez’s account of Simpson’s first night in prison, as recounted in Rand’s report in the July 1, 1995 issue of Playboy, is as follows:

The first night was rough. “I didn’t see O.J. crying, but I believe he was,” Erik told me from a jail a few days later. “I could hear him moaning. I felt very bad for him.” A few hours after Simpson’s arrival, Erik overheard him talking about his case with one of the deputies. A deputy and a sergeant were stationed on suicide watch, sitting on chairs directly outside his cell. A few minutes later, Simpson called out to his neighbor.

“Hey, Erik, it’s O.J.!”

“OK, O.J., let me explain a few things about jail to you,” Erik replied.

“I told him not to talk to the deputies or inmates about the case. I told him not to worry, that everything would be all right. Just relax. Nothing drastic is going to happen to you any time soon. After that long chase, you can imagine what shape he was in.” 

By Saturday morning, the impact of the week’s events was consuming the despondent Simpson. “He wasn’t happy to be in jail,” said Erik. “He wasn’t any worse than I was or Lyle was. He was delusional, thinking that he was going to get out in three weeks or three months.”

Erik told O.J. that he and Lyle had met the football star when their father was an executive at Hertz in the late 1970s, but O.J. didn’t remember the encounter with the young boys.

The apocryphal story about the Menendez brothers’ meeting with Simpson while their father was a senior executive at Hertz is a tantalizing one that made the rounds throughout the Simpson trial. As Dominick Dunne relayed it in his first report on the Simpson trial, “The story goes that Lyle and Erik Menendez, then pre-teenagers, were fans of the football star, so one night Jose and Kitty invited O.J. to dinner with them and their sons, and the evening was a great success.”

Whether or not is true is almost beside the point, the cases overlap in many ways, from the factual and coincidental to the parallels in the outsize attention the trials commanded.

>         In one of his final conversations with Simpson before his move to an even more private area, Erik warned him about Robert Shapiro, who had assumed control of Simpson’s defense following the abrupt departure of his first attorney and longtime friend, Howard Weitzman, supposedly after learning that Simpson was not yet out of town at the time of the murders. “Don’t ever believe Bob Shapiro is going to get you a deal, because he isn’t,” he warned. What Erik was referring to was the fact that at the time the arrest warrants were issued in March 1990, he was in Israel on a tennis tournament. Erik flew to London to plot strategy before flying to Miami to confer with family before surrendering himself at Los Angeles International Airport. Shapiro was his attorney at the time, and ultimately received $15,000 for his services. As he later told Rand, Erik later learned that if he surrendered in London, he could have made ruling out the death penalty a condition of his extradition. To the extent that Shapiro was primarily known at the time for his savvy in plea-bargaining the story hardly reflects well on him. In his memoir, Shapiro recounts that when he was on the phone with District Attorney Gil Garcetti the morning Simpson was due to turn himself into the police, he referred to the successful extradition of Erik Menendez to assuage him. Ironically, Leslie Abramson was among the many lawyers lobbying to play a role in Simpson’s defense in the summer of 1994. While Abramson was unsuccessful, she would settle for being a trial commentator on ABC’s Nightline. 

>         One of Nicole Brown Simpson’s two baby showers in celebration of her pregnancy with Sydney was held in the same room of the same house on North Elm Drive where Jose and Kitty would be murdered, almost four years to the day. At the time, it was the home of Mark Slotkin and his then-wife Robin Greer. In fact, it was Slotkin, a real-estate businessman, who built the house and would sell it to Jose Menendez himself. Slotkin was a longtime friend of O.J. Simpson’s and stood by him, publicly, long after his arrest unlike many in his circle; Greer was a member of Nicole’s inner circle in the period just before her death. Slotkin testified in the first Menendez trial to rebut the testimony of the Menendez family maid for the prosecution that she never heard screaming fights in the home; according to Slotkin, soundproofing would have rendered it impossible from the maid’s quarters upstairs. Under cross-examination it was revealed that Slotkin had also become something of a confidant to the Menendez brothers: They told him about their father’s life insurance policies and he offered them business advice, describing them as “lost souls” who needed “some friend, some help.” 

>         Incredibly, Dr. Irwin Golden, deputy medical examiner for Los Angeles County, performed the autopsies of both Jose and Kitty Menendez and Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman. In his testimony at the Menendez trial, Golden said the autopsies could not resolve how many shots were fired or in what order they were fired given the angles of the shots and the fact that Jose died “immediately or rapidly” after the first shot was fired to the back of his head. Curiously enough, Golden would testify at the preliminary hearing for the Simpson murder trial but not at the trial itself. It was his superior, Dr. Lakshmanan Sathyavagiswaran, who was not involved with the autopsy, who testified. It was explained at the time that Golden would not testify because of the dozens of procedural mistakes and oversights that transpired during the autopsies, including the failure to apply a rape kit. (A coroner’s investigator was not even called to the crime scene until 10 hours after the police first arrived.) However, Golden also testified, under cross-examination by Robert Shapiro during the hearing, that there were “two morphologically different types of stab wounds on the victims.” When Shapiro asked, “Could two knives have produced the injuries on both of the victims?” Golden responded, “Yes.”

>         Los Angeles Superior Court Judge Lance A. Ito presided over the Menendez brothers’ December 1992 indictment before assigning the case to Judge Stanley Weisberg, who had presided over the trial of the four police officers accused of beating Rodney King.

>         Dr. Saul Faerstein, a forensic psychiatrist, consulted for the prosecution in the Menendez trial and for the defense in the Simpson criminal trial. In the Menendez trial, Faerstein and child psychology expert Dr. Spencer Eth listened to Lyle and Erik’s testimony unnoticed in the courtroom, although the prosecution never provided testimony from them or any other psychological experts to counter the claims of the defense. Faerstein was among the many credentialed experts brought on to the Simpson defense by Robert Shapiro in the window between his taking over of Simpson’s defense and Simpson’s arrest. In fact, Faerstein was at Robert Kardashian’s Encino home at the time Simpson fled in Al Cowlings’ White Ford Bronco. 

>         In an appearance on This Week With David Brinkley the Sunday after Simpson’s arrest, District Attorney Gil Garcetti expressed such confidence in Simpson’s guilt that he predicted Simpson would “sometime down the road say, ‘Okay, I did it, but I’m not responsible.’ We’ve seen it in Menendez.” 

There was a fascinating piece of District Attorney’s office politics at play behind Garcetti’s pairing of the cases of double homicide. Also on air that morning was Deputy District Attorney David Conn, the head of Garcetti’s special trials division, who described the case on Face the Nation as a typical “domestic violence killing.” At the time of Simpson’s arrest, Conn was lead prosecutor of the second Menendez trial, a position he had been named to less than four months before along with Deputy District Attorney Carol Najera. Yet in the very first days of the Simpson case, Conn assumed control alongside Marcia Clark, who reported directly to him. As Jeffrey Toobin explained in The Run of His Life, Conn and Clark both argued there was sufficient evidence to bring Simpson in immediately on June 16, the day before the arrest warrant was issued, and Conn played a key role in planning the logistics with Clark and Bill Hodgman. After Simpson’s arraignment, Conn tipped his hand to the prosecution’s strategy when he told reporters, “Of course, there is some sympathy for Mr. Simpson because he is a public figure. But as time goes on, I think the public is going to look a little more closely at the brutality of this crime, and I think there will be a better perspective on the manner in which this case was handled.” 

However, Conn was involved in another decision at that time that raised a number of questions about the politics of the District Attorney’s office in the Simpson case: the release of the audio recordings of Nicole Brown Simpson’s 911 calls from New Year’s Day 1989 and the evening of October 25, 1993 to the media. Conn actually advised the Los Angeles Police Department to turn over the recordings to the media, a decision that overwhelmed early media coverage. As Joseph Bosco explained in A Problem of Evidence, 

“But when the high-level decision to ‘dirty up’ O.J. by releasing the tapes of Nicole’s 1989 911 call, before O.J. was even charged, went belly up, Conn was removed by District Attorney Gil Garcetti as a sacrificial lamb. Somebody had to take the fallout over the unprecedented dismissal of a grand jury ‘tainted’ by the media coverage of the tape. So Conn went back to Menendez II, Bill Hodgman came aboard O.J., but now Marcia Clark was first chair.” 

In an interesting and ironic footnote to all of this, Conn earned the scorn of the notoriously vindictive Garcetti because he mentioned in an interview that he would one day be interested in the office of District Attorney. Conn was subsequently passed over for a promotion and then, in 1997, one year after the successful prosecution of the Menendez brothers, was moved from the special trials division to the suburban enclave of Norwalk. It was a decision so political the Los Angeles Times editorial board criticized as yet another example of Garcetti’s “seemingly vengeful behavior.” While Garcetti controversially awarded Clark and Christopher Darden bonuses despite the prosecution’s failure to convict Simpson, Conn, who finally resigned from the D.A.’s office for private practice in 1997, sued Garcetti for 470½ hours of overtime related to the Menendez prosecution. The case was quickly settled. Conn died in 2006: His successful prosecution of the Menendez brothers and “abrupt demotion” was mentioned in the lead of the Los Angeles Times obituary.  

>         According to Robert Rand, “In the ultimate intersection of the stories, Erik and Lyle’s grandmother, Maria Menendez, had a brief meeting with O.J.’s mother, Eunice, in the waiting room at the county jail. The women hugged as they wished each other well.”

The Simpson and Menendez trials share more than just a less-than-six degrees of separation relationship between some of the principals involved. They are both case studies in how justice for the wealthy is qualitatively different than for ordinary people. The outsize attention commanded by the Menendez trial meant that it was litigated in press conferences and on the airwaves just as much as it was in the courtroom. The first trial received gavel-to-gavel coverage on Court TV. The landscape had changed entirely by the time the second trial began, in October 1995, just a week after Simpson’s acquittal. Fatigue had long set in. 

Both cases involved tough, experienced female prosecutors – Pamela Bozanich in the first Menendez trial and Marcia Clark in the Simpson criminal trial – who failed to effectively dispel the narratives surrounding the wealthy and charismatic defendants they sought to prosecute. Both cases involved superstar defense attorneys – Leslie Abramson and Johnnie Cochran, respectively – who spearheaded comprehensive makeovers of their clients’ public images. Just as Cochran sought to depict Simpson as a pillar of the black community, Abramson sought to depict the Menendez brothers as innocent and childlike, dressing them in sweaters and describing them as “adorable.” (Of course, the ever-ferocious Abramson would also later argue in her closing statement at the first trial, “The evidence in this case does not prove that Erik killed anybody.”) 

Both cases involved a significant amount of privilege afforded to the defendants. In the case of the Menendez brothers, this began the night of the murders. While they were interviewed at length by the police – and asked to turn over the movie ticket stubs that purportedly demonstrated their alibi – the brothers were not also asked to submit to a chemical test that would have identified gunshot residue. The test had been applied only to Jose and Kitty, showing neither handled a gun that night. When Erik was finally booked on murder charges after returning from Israel to face the arrest order, the Beverly Hills police even allowed him a private moment with the family members who had arrived in support. As the brothers were finally put on trial, they were afforded a unique opportunity to stay in regular communication outside of court despite being in different cellblocks on different floors of the same jail. As Dominick Dunne explained in a report for Vanity Fair after the first trial, 

“The system worked like this: Each night Lyle and Erik placed collect calls at the same time from their cellblocks to two individuals in the 818 area code. The numbers they called were not the listed numbers of the individuals. A different instrument with a different number had been installed at each other, and the number was unlisted. Lyle, from his prison phone, was patched through to Erik, on his phone, and the brothers chatted away, presumably planning their strategy, in total privacy. No one was the wiser. There were no records of anything more than the local collect calls placed from the jail to the houses in the San Fernando Valley. Long-distance calls were placed the same way, from jail to the 818 numbers and then to, say, Florida, for instance, with no records everywhere. The bills for this elaborate ruse, undiscovered during the course of the trial, were sent to the grandmother of the Menendez brothers.”

In the Simpson and Menndez trials, the scope of the legal battles necessarily meant they became or were made to be about things other than the brutality of the crimes committed. The Simpson trial became an existential flashpoint on race, class, celebrity, domestic violence, the relationship between the Los Angeles Police Department and the black community, and the historical conduct of Mark Fuhrman in particular. Whether or not Fuhrman uttered the n-word in the ten years preceding the Simpson case, a charge he denied during his cross-examination, became a trial-within-a-trial after the defense was informed of an aspiring screenwriter’s years of audiotaped conversations with Fuhrman, where he said the n-word and many other outrageous statements. (This ultimately led to Fuhrman’s prosecution for perjury, making him the only person to date to be prosecuted for a crime in connection with the murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman, and it also triggered a full-blown Justice Department investigation into LAPD practices.) 

The analogous trial-within-a-trial in the Menendez case was undoubtedly the personal drama and enmity between Dr. Jerome Oziel and Judalon Smyth over the conversations with the Menendez brothers she claimed to have overheard in his office. The legal battle over the admissibility of Oziel’s records, at least, is entirely understandable. Incredibly, the end result of this was that at the first trial, Oziel testified for the prosecution and Smyth – who provided the police with the break they needed to finally arrest Lyle and Erik – testified for the defense. Smyth, who would testify to the effect that she was “brainwashed” by Oziel and heard only parts of his conversations with Lyle and Erik, accused the District Attorney’s office of failing to prosecute Oziel for rape and sexual assault because of his utility as a witness for the prosecution. And, in fact, Oziel held nothing back, testifying that the brothers considered the murders a “perfect crime” and that the brothers had to reload their shotguns before Lyle fired the final shot killing their mother. Oziel was finally stripped of his license for breaking confidentiality rules and having sex with patients in 1997.

Oziel, it should be noted, was not the only psychological professional caught up in misconduct in the Menendez case. Shortly after the brothers’ arrests, Abramson sought the help of forensic psychiatrist Dr. William Vicary and he went on to counsel the brothers extensively, testifying for the defense at trial as a mental health expert in order to rebut the prosecution’s claim that the brothers’ abuse charges were wholly fictitious. It was not until the sentencing phase, in 1996, that Vicary dropped the explosive bombshell that he altered and omitted his notes “at the request of defense counsel” – Abramson specifically –in preparation for his testimony at the first trial. Vicary’s deletions and rewrites involved notes on Erik’s sexual history and his hatred for his parents. While the District Attorney’s office declined to investigate Abramson for her actions, Vicary faced the professional penalty of being removed from the approved panel of mental health professionals utilized by county judges to analyze and testify about defendants.

Leslie Abramson converted an open-and-shut case of first-degree murder with special circumstances into a child abuse drama. The key difference from the Simpson trial, of course, is that race, celebrity and domestic violence were always going to be factors in the case, no matter how recklessly or irresponsibly they would be leveraged. The story of the Menendez brothers’ history of emotional, sexual, and physical abuse was conceived only after they were left with no choice but to devise a defense that did not dispute they murdered their parents. Notably, allegations of abuse were not mentioned in the brothers’ conversations about the murders with Dr. Oziel or even in the conversations they had with friends after the murders where they intimated their involvement. And yet both brothers tearfully testified to specific and evocative instances of molestation. Among other episodes, Lyle claimed his father stuck pins and tacks in him and Erik claimed to have flavored his father’s coffee with cinnamon after hearing it made oral sex more palatable. Once Erik and Lyle were finally convicted, Vanity Fair’s Dominick Dunne reported that during the first trial he was told by the brothers’ own aunt, Terry Baralt, Jose’s sister, that in prison both brothers read When a Child Kills: Abused Children Who Kill Their Parents, a series of case studies on parricide by Los Angeles attorney Paul Mones published in 1992 – and that several of the instances they recalled in their testimonies came directly from the book. Mones had also been an adviser to the defense. 

If When a Child Kills governed the brothers’ legal defense, the murder itself may have been influenced by another crime altogether. Oziel’s recollection of Erik’s confession included the detail that the plan was hatched a few weeks before the murders were committed, when he was watching a made-for-TV movie “on the BBC,” in which a young man killed his father. As it turns out, Oziel was not referring to a movie that had aired on the British public service broadcaster but rather the 1987 NBC miniseries Billionaire Boys Club, about the eponymous investment club/Ponzi scheme in Los Angeles led by Joe Hunt, who later turned to murder and other crimes. Reza Eslaminia, another member of the club, was prosecuted for the kidnapping and murder of his father, Hedayat. Prosecutor Lester Kuriyama made the connection completely incidentally after seeing the movie on display at a video store. In fact, Billionaire Boys Club was re-aired by NBC on the last weekend of July 1989. While Kuriyama’s motion to show the film to the juries was fiercely contested by Abramson and ultimately rejected by the judge, he did tell the jurors that a movie in which a son who kills his father that begins with the letters “B.B.C.” aired in the weeks before the murders. Erik would later testify under cross-examination that after the murders he spoke with his friend Craig Cignarelli about putting together a group like the Billionaire Boys Club, though Erik had denied having seen the movie in his testimony. Meanwhile, after the murders, Lyle actually did put together his own corporation, Menendez Investment Enterprises. Revealingly, as well-financed as it was at first, Lyle staffed the company with hangers-on with scant business or professional experience, many of whom he only became acquainted with after the murders.

Craig Cignarelli, the son of an MGM executive, became close friends with Erik after he transferred to Calabasas High; close enough that they collaborated on a number of screenplays, including one about the perfect burglary and one inspired by a high school fight. The most infamous of their collaborations, however, was a 61-page screenplay called Friends, which is about a young man, Hamilton Cromwell, who murders his parents after learning that he is due to inherit the family’s $157 million fortune, before going on to commit a number of other murders. Eerily, Kitty helped type the script.

That Erik and Craig also wrote a screenplay about committing the perfect burglary is revealing for other reasons. The Menendez family’s sudden move from Calabasas, before their house was even remodeled, to North Elm Drive was caused by the shame of Lyle and Erik’s involvement with a series of burglaries in the neighborhood. The scale of the theft – upwards of $100,000 and including jewelry and a 100-pound safe – was not inconsequential and the crimes were clearly for the thrill of it; neither the brothers nor their wealthy friends were wanting for anything. Erik assumed responsibility for the burglary, and it has been widely speculated that he covered in large part for Lyle, who could have faced serious jail time if tried as an adult. Because of this incident, the family sought counseling from a specialist recommended by Kitty’s therapist – Dr. Leon Jerome Oziel. Moreover, Erik signed a waiver allowing Dr. Oziel to disclose Jose what they discussed in their therapy sessions. Regardless of the extent to which Lyle was involved in these robberies, he masterminded at least one other burglary on his own – the burglary of the family’s former home in Princeton, where they lived before Jose’s career moves took the family to California. This burglary occurred after Lyle was suspended from Princeton University for cheating on a lab assignment for an introductory psychology class.

Jose Menendez, who fled Castro’s regime in Cuba for the United States in 1960 at the age of fifteen, was a self-made corporate executive who sought to create a dynasty and it’s not hard to see how his sons failed that vision. Jose, according to Carlos Baralt, the husband of his sister Terry and a longtime friend, lamented to him in the months before he died that he had not punished his sons enough and even talked of removing them from his will. Jose had been understanding, perhaps more than many parents under the circumstances: In the cases of Erik’s burglaries and Lyle’s suspension from Princeton, Jose was a stalwart defender. At the same time, nearly all accounts have it that Jose could be exceedingly hard on his sons, as well as in business – but the scope of the abuse alleged by the defense is unfathomable to virtually everyone who knew the family. If the brothers were abused to the extent they alleged, why did they embellish with the help of When a Child Kills and, it’s been rumored, through extensive psychological coaching? Perhaps there were kernels of truth in the elaborate tales concocted by the brothers in their testimony, but it is virtually unknowable at this point. Notably, one of the few Los Angeles Times reports on the status of the investigation prior to the March 1990 arrests was about a reference to the will that was intentionally destroyed from the family’s home computer just days after the murders. It was revealed at trial that Lyle summoned a computer expert, Howard Witkin, to the house to search for any files pertaining to a will. He was unable to do so and Lyle confirmed that he “wiped clean” the computer’s hard drive himself to ensure “the information couldn’t be recovered by someone actively trying to recover it.” Lyle also asked whether he could make it look like no files had been erased. Lyle later explained to a friend, Glenn Stevens, who would testify against him at trial, that a relative had indeed found a new will on the family computer so he erased it. 

“Who knows what really goes on within a family?” Beverly Hills Police Chief Marvin Iannone responded when asked why the Menendez brothers did not simply wait for their parents to die. The day before Lyle and Erik purchased the guns they would use to murder their parents, Kitty told a friend that Lyle had been verbally abusive to her in a lengthy phone call from the guesthouse to the main house and even called into question his identity as a member of the family. Family secrets and lies abound throughout the Menendez trials. The defense suggested that Erik did not know his brother wore a toupee until just a few weeks before the murders. (Craig Cignarelli, Erik’s best friend, told Dominick Dunne during the trial he was well aware that Lyle wore a piece.) Apparently, seeing his brother so vulnerable prompted Erik to open up to Lyle about their father’s molestation, which continued up to week before the homicides and that they could not run away because of Jose’s intimidating power and because of the threats he issued when Lyle confronted him. The defense suggested that the brothers lived in imminent fear of danger from their father and even argued that when their parents charted a boat on the Saturday before they were killed, they were afraid to join them because they were worried Jose would kill them. The defense suggested, through the testimony of one of Lyle’s former girlfriends, that Jose once believed Kitty tried to poison the family at dinner. The strategy of blaming the victim was elevated to a new level under the defense strategy guided by Abramson – Jose was depicted as an irredeemable and all-powerful pervert and Kitty’s character was assassinated. Even if Lyle and Erik believed they stood to inherit more than an estate of $14 million, before taxes and other charges, was greed really the only primary motivator of their blood-soaked rampage? There is a hatred that runs so much deeper, a hatred deep enough to cause two clearly troubled brothers to shoot their parents at point-blank rage.

It was only a matter of time until the miasma of dark questions surrounding the curious case of the Menendez brothers were rehashed. The brutality and savagery of the crime is such a violation of the social order, and in such a seemingly picture-perfect family, invites a search for meaning and reason, where there is none. In the end, I think this comes down to what Leo Tolstoy wrote in Anna Karenina: “every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” 

Shortly before the conclusion last year of the wildly successful miniseries American Crime Story: The People v. O.J. Simpson, it was announced that Law & Order super-producer Dick Wolf would highlight the Menendez trial in the franchise’s latest iteration, an anthology series titled Law & Order: True Crime. First up, however, is the new ABC documentary, “Truth and Lies: The Menéndez Brothers — American Sons, American Murderers.” Heavily promoted over the last few weeks, this special promises home videos, new interviews with the family’s friends and other key players, including a “jailhouse phone interview” with Lyle himself. 

In one of the preview clips, Lyle says, “It’s shocking to think … that I could have been involved in taking anyone’s life – and my parent’s life. But I found that my own childhood prepared me surprisingly well for the chaos of prison life.” In this, as in so many other aspects of the case, there are echoes: When Lyle was asked by a friend how he was holding up in the weeks after his parents’ murders, he reportedly responded, “Well, I’ve been waiting so long to be in a position like this that the transition came easy.” 

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Kris Jenner Is Frequently Compared to the Devil, and the Kardashian Matriarch Seems to Like It

We know Kris Jenner can build a brand, but how do you build a Kris Jenner? With just a high school degree to her name, Kris Jenner has become the Mother of Billionaires and the face of memes praising her for being a harder worker than Satan himself. In about a decade, she’s managed to snatch the title of “Employee of the Century” from the ruler of Hell who’s held the title for over 6,000 years. And, somehow, that’s a compliment. If not that, it’s a hat tip to her ability to create drama for her family to serve storylines for their show, as well as her ability to make their more heinous behavior disappear.

Take the upcoming season of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, the show’s 16th. When news dropped a few weeks ago that Kris’s daughter Khloe’s estranged baby daddy Tristan Thompson had allegedly cheated on her with Kris’s other daughter Kylie’s best friend Jordyn, the immediate reaction was part instantaneous belief that the known cheater would do such a thing, and part “was this drama entirely concocted by Kris?” Such is the power that Kris has, or at least, has been given to her by an audience well aware of the credit she consistently takes for her family’s empire. Perhaps had the Devil birthed enough offspring to occupy the whole of a Calabasas gated community, he would have had more continued success. Without living, breathing paychecks, the Devil has resigned himself to a life of mundanity, wreaking havoc in our daily lives. And, no, he can’t blame it on old age, since in just two short years Kris Jenner will legally be considered a Senior Citizen in the United States of America.

With zero offense to anyone that’s ever had the desire to get a full and restful night of sleep, you must know that Kris’s desire for a peaceful slumber may be why she’s so successful. “I used to go to bed at night and lay down and put my head on the pillow and think, That day was so satisfying,” Kris has said. “I just got so much joy that I was able to feed my kids and send them to the school they had been going to and be able to get them what they wanted.”

The rise of Kris Jenner is a fascinating one. As she’s designed it, everyone knows the basics: She married OJ Simpson’s future lawyer, Robert Kardashian, when she was young, had four children (Kourtney, Kimberly, Khloe, and Robert Kardashian), cheated on her husband with Khloe’s alleged “real father,” Todd Waterman, divorced Robert, and shortly thereafter married a former Olympian who went by the name of Bruce Jenner at the time. It didn’t take long before the two had Kendall and Kylie Jenner. At this point, Kris and Bruce were simply a blended family, living the life of the moderately elite in the suburbs of Los Angeles. This union for Kris was a gamble. In 1991, she and Bruce had eight kids between them, and Bruce had just $200 in the bank. Before the 2007 premiere of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Kris was primarily a stay-at-home mom, without the “-ager” attached to the end of it. Though she arguably cut her teeth in the momager game with Bruce, now Caitlyn Jenner.

In Kris’s words: “I told my assistant, Lisa, ‘OK, listen. We have the greatest guy here. [Bruce] really knows his craft. He is really good at what he does, but he doesn’t have anybody doing anything for him. He doesn’t have a lot going on. He has $200 in the bank. What are we going to do?’ Because the kids have to eat. We have to get it together.”

Kris realized that Bruce had enormous potential as a motivational speaker. “He didn’t have a business card,” she recalled in a Lenny Letter interview with Janet Mock. “He didn’t have a bio. He didn’t have press, nothing. There was no internet that I used or knew about. I mean, I had a cell phone the size of a brick and a typewriter and an old-fashioned Rolodex thing on a spindle…I had a friend take photos, and I had another woman I know make a sizzle reel that we could use as an intro to his speech.”

Kris explained that she (with the help of her assistant that she could somehow still afford to pay) “spent my last dime…making these beautiful, glossy press-kit folders…We put together 7,000 press kits, and we mailed them to every speakers bureau in the United States. Then we sat back, and we waited for the phone to ring.” And it did.

She did all this while working overtime for her kids as well. “When I had kids, I took them to Mommy & Me, and I had classes at my house,” she told the New York Times in an extensive profile of her from 2015. “I was the soccer coach, the Brownie leader, the room mother, and the carpool driver. I volunteered for everything.”

She took that same diehard dedication to the hustle and to her children’s happiness and success well into their adulthood, zeroing in her laser sharp focus on giving them everything they’re hearts desired.

“My job is to take my family’s 15 minutes of fame and turn it into 30,” Kris told More magazine in 2011. “I work hard. It’s a very rewarding feeling when I go to sleep every night knowing I did the best I could for my family.” And sometimes extending that 15 minutes of fame to an infinity number of minutes takes hard, and sometimes questionable, work.

I don’t remember a time where the Kardashians and Jenners weren’t a mental mainstay of mine, but when I look at the numbers, I most likely have lived at least half of my life with them in the fold. Back in 2007, when I was blissfully unaware of the emotional tether one white family in Calabasas would have one me, Kris Jenner was hunched over with a digital camera taking photos her then relatively unknown daughter, Kim Kardashian, as she posed nude for Playboy. To her daughter, covered in strategically placed pearls, she says in an encouraging voice, “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.” Something you’d love a mother to say in almost any scenario but this one.

This scene, which aired on the inaugural season of KUWTK, has become part of the internet lexicon, and is arguably the moment in which Kris’s wily ways became public knowledge. But since then, Kim has reflected differently on that moment. “I’m sorry I did Playboy. I was uncomfortable,” Kim told Harper’s Bazaar in 2010, before explaining that she did it because her mother wanted her to: “They might never ask you again,” Kris apparently told Kim. “Our show isn’t on the air yet. No one knows who you are. Do it and you’ll have these beautiful pictures to look at when you’re my age.”

Like Kris told Kim, very few knew who they were yet. However, the child with the leaked sex tape could change all that. Unlike Paris Hilton, who has said she went into hiding for months after the leak of her sex tape, Kim and Kris doubled down on the sex symbol ideal, and came out guns (and buns) blazing.

The night before KUWTK premiered in 2007, Gina Bellefante wrote about Kim’s sex tape and the premiere of the show in The New York Times. “The surfacing of this tape — in which Ms. Kardashian appears, not debating economic sanctions against Iran, with a former boyfriend, the hip-hop artist Ray J — was a mixed bag for her mother…” Bellefante argued. “As a parent, Ms. Kardashian’s mother, Kris Jenner, was concerned for her daughter. But as her manager, she thought, well, hot-diggity.”

Kris herself has been almost surprisingly open about how she operates as a businesswoman. In her 2011 memoir Kris Jenner…And All Things Kardashian, she explains, “I started to look at our careers like pieces on a chessboard…Every day, I woke up and walked into my office and asked myself, ‘What move do you need to make today?’ It was very calculated. My business decisions and strategies were very intentional, definite and planned to the nth degree.”

This strategy and work ethic has no doubt been passed down to her children. “Every single one of my girls gets up at the crack of dawn and works really hard. They work all day long until they fall down,” Kris told More. Shade to her son aside, whose work ethic has been lacking despite a degree from USC’s Marshall School of Business, that level of dedication to the hustle is already being directed at her grandchildren, too. One look at Instagram and you know for a fact that Kris loves her grandchildren. But along with having a special place in her heart, they have a special place in her bank account. In an interview with Oprah, Kris admitted that she thought the show was on its last leg in earlier seasons. But, she became more optimistic when “my children started having children.” While she’s never said this herself, it’s clear that more bodies equals more stories equals more seasons equals more money.

As the show’s success, and that of the family, has grown, Kris has had to learn how to adapt to a social media heavy, and tabloid trenched world. Instead of filling episodes with over-the-top fights between Kourtney and her douchey boyfriend-turned ex-turned co-parent, Scott Disick, or showing Kris try to care for a pet monkey, they became hour long exclusives into the family’s never ending dramas. The world may loudly whisper about the Kardashians every controversial move, but you won’t hear a substantial word from any of them until it means ratings. If someone’s pregnant, you’ll hear rumors, but no confirmations until the new episode airs. It’s a model they’ve used for Kourtney’s pregnancies with Mason and Penelope, Kylie’s lip fillers, Kendall’s embarrassing Pepsi commercial, Khloe’s break-up and subsequent support of her ex-husband Lamar Odom when he nearly died, the epic Kimye proposal, Kim’s frightening robbery in Paris, and countless other moments.

What’s also by design, though, is Kris’s calculated effort to maintain her and her family’s own private life. She might be blatantly obvious about her hustle, but she’ll also be blatantly obvious about how much more they could reveal. “Though the Kardashians expose much of their own dirty laundry in public themselves on Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Kris insists that their actual private lives are strategically kept private — and that sometimes that means firing members of their teams,” Page Six wrote in 2018 following an interview she’d done with HuffPost about how the family hires assistants. Recently, Kris’s home was featured in Architectural Digest, but it’s not the black and white tiled home that’s visually synonymous with the Kardashian name. It was her real home where she actually lives, but doesn’t film in.

For privacy reasons, the show has used a fake facade when showcasing the outside of Kris’s home, but now she’s taken that a step further. Architectural Digest writes that her new home is, “a dramatic departure from the dynamo’s previous home, which she still uses to tape KUWTK.” It’s her safe haven; when she’s working on KUWTK, she reports to set — her old house — and leaves when the day is done. Kylie’s pregnancy was also kept completely secret until she finally appeared in brief on the finale of Season 14, full baby bump in sight and released a video of her nine months away from the cameras.

Kris is so focused on privacy that if you violate it she will not hesitate to sue the hell out of you. “I don’t care how much money somebody might have―if they have nothing,” she warned in the HuffPost interview. “Some people think, ‘Oh, I don’t have any money, and they’re not going to sue me.’ Well, we’ll take payments. We’ll garner those wages for, you know, the next 10 years. But I just think that people don’t think. It’s a foolish thing to do.” Ruthless, almost stunningly honest, but it works, both for the family and for her reputation as a mastermind.

What’s particularly special about Kris as both a mother and a businesswoman is that she’s completely tuned into the public’s perception of her. Her own children have accused her of using her their earning potential as a way to judge who the current favorite is. When the Kardashian sisters were on Watch What Happens Live! in January, host Andy Cohen asked who Kris’s current favorite was. (Disclaimer: I’m a former WWHL employee.) The answer was easy. “Kimberly 10 years ago,” said Khloe, but “Kylie now,” said all three sisters at the same time. The change? The youngest is now a billionaire and the eldest…not.

Proud of her meme’d moniker, Kris also tips her hat to another woman who can go toe to toe with the Devil when it comes to business: Miranda Priestly of The Devil Wears Prada fame. In a Season 14 episode of KUWTK, Kris dressed up as an even more sinisterly glam Miranda for a lunch with her daughters. Swapping her infamous black cropped hair for a short blonde ‘do, she draped herself across Kourtney’s couch, in fur and sipping a martini, telling her children, “that’s all.” She was finally showing the world the woman she sees in the mirror each day.

Indeed, making sure that every single member of your family tree is rich, famous, and successful takes grit, and as we’ve seen with Kris, a good night’s sleep. Which may be why she has the energy to work harder than Lucifer, and be well-known for it, considering the Devil never sleeps. Kris Jenner, you’re doing amazing, sweetie.

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Kris Jenner Is Frequently Compared to the Devil, and the Kardashian Matriarch Seems to Like It

We know Kris Jenner can build a brand, but how do you build a Kris Jenner? With just a high school degree to her name, Kris Jenner has become the Mother of Billionaires and the face of memes praising her for being a harder worker than Satan himself. In about a decade, she’s managed to snatch the title of “Employee of the Century” from the ruler of Hell who’s held the title for over 6,000 years. And, somehow, that’s a compliment. If not that, it’s a hat tip to her ability to create drama for her family to serve storylines for their show, as well as her ability to make their more heinous behavior disappear.

Take the upcoming season of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, the show’s 16th. When news dropped a few weeks ago that Kris’s daughter Khloe’s estranged baby daddy Tristan Thompson had allegedly cheated on her with Kris’s other daughter Kylie’s best friend Jordyn, the immediate reaction was part instantaneous belief that the known cheater would do such a thing, and part “was this drama entirely concocted by Kris?” Such is the power that Kris has, or at least, has been given to her by an audience well aware of the credit she consistently takes for her family’s empire. Perhaps had the Devil birthed enough offspring to occupy the whole of a Calabasas gated community, he would have had more continued success. Without living, breathing paychecks, the Devil has resigned himself to a life of mundanity, wreaking havoc in our daily lives. And, no, he can’t blame it on old age, since in just two short years Kris Jenner will legally be considered a Senior Citizen in the United States of America.

With zero offense to anyone that’s ever had the desire to get a full and restful night of sleep, you must know that Kris’s desire for a peaceful slumber may be why she’s so successful. “I used to go to bed at night and lay down and put my head on the pillow and think, That day was so satisfying,” Kris has said. “I just got so much joy that I was able to feed my kids and send them to the school they had been going to and be able to get them what they wanted.”

The rise of Kris Jenner is a fascinating one. As she’s designed it, everyone knows the basics: She married OJ Simpson’s future lawyer, Robert Kardashian, when she was young, had four children (Kourtney, Kimberly, Khloe, and Robert Kardashian), cheated on her husband with Khloe’s alleged “real father,” Todd Waterman, divorced Robert, and shortly thereafter married a former Olympian who went by the name of Bruce Jenner at the time. It didn’t take long before the two had Kendall and Kylie Jenner. At this point, Kris and Bruce were simply a blended family, living the life of the moderately elite in the suburbs of Los Angeles. This union for Kris was a gamble. In 1991, she and Bruce had eight kids between them, and Bruce had just $200 in the bank. Before the 2007 premiere of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Kris was primarily a stay-at-home mom, without the “-ager” attached to the end of it. Though she arguably cut her teeth in the momager game with Bruce, now Caitlyn Jenner.

In Kris’s words: “I told my assistant, Lisa, ‘OK, listen. We have the greatest guy here. [Bruce] really knows his craft. He is really good at what he does, but he doesn’t have anybody doing anything for him. He doesn’t have a lot going on. He has $200 in the bank. What are we going to do?’ Because the kids have to eat. We have to get it together.”

Kris realized that Bruce had enormous potential as a motivational speaker. “He didn’t have a business card,” she recalled in a Lenny Letter interview with Janet Mock. “He didn’t have a bio. He didn’t have press, nothing. There was no internet that I used or knew about. I mean, I had a cell phone the size of a brick and a typewriter and an old-fashioned Rolodex thing on a spindle…I had a friend take photos, and I had another woman I know make a sizzle reel that we could use as an intro to his speech.”

Kris explained that she (with the help of her assistant that she could somehow still afford to pay) “spent my last dime…making these beautiful, glossy press-kit folders…We put together 7,000 press kits, and we mailed them to every speakers bureau in the United States. Then we sat back, and we waited for the phone to ring.” And it did.

She did all this while working overtime for her kids as well. “When I had kids, I took them to Mommy & Me, and I had classes at my house,” she told the New York Times in an extensive profile of her from 2015. “I was the soccer coach, the Brownie leader, the room mother, and the carpool driver. I volunteered for everything.”

She took that same diehard dedication to the hustle and to her children’s happiness and success well into their adulthood, zeroing in her laser sharp focus on giving them everything they’re hearts desired.

“My job is to take my family’s 15 minutes of fame and turn it into 30,” Kris told More magazine in 2011. “I work hard. It’s a very rewarding feeling when I go to sleep every night knowing I did the best I could for my family.” And sometimes extending that 15 minutes of fame to an infinity number of minutes takes hard, and sometimes questionable, work.

I don’t remember a time where the Kardashians and Jenners weren’t a mental mainstay of mine, but when I look at the numbers, I most likely have lived at least half of my life with them in the fold. Back in 2007, when I was blissfully unaware of the emotional tether one white family in Calabasas would have one me, Kris Jenner was hunched over with a digital camera taking photos her then relatively unknown daughter, Kim Kardashian, as she posed nude for Playboy. To her daughter, covered in strategically placed pearls, she says in an encouraging voice, “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.” Something you’d love a mother to say in almost any scenario but this one.

This scene, which aired on the inaugural season of KUWTK, has become part of the internet lexicon, and is arguably the moment in which Kris’s wily ways became public knowledge. But since then, Kim has reflected differently on that moment. “I’m sorry I did Playboy. I was uncomfortable,” Kim told Harper’s Bazaar in 2010, before explaining that she did it because her mother wanted her to: “They might never ask you again,” Kris apparently told Kim. “Our show isn’t on the air yet. No one knows who you are. Do it and you’ll have these beautiful pictures to look at when you’re my age.”

Like Kris told Kim, very few knew who they were yet. However, the child with the leaked sex tape could change all that. Unlike Paris Hilton, who has said she went into hiding for months after the leak of her sex tape, Kim and Kris doubled down on the sex symbol ideal, and came out guns (and buns) blazing.

The night before KUWTK premiered in 2007, Gina Bellefante wrote about Kim’s sex tape and the premiere of the show in The New York Times. “The surfacing of this tape — in which Ms. Kardashian appears, not debating economic sanctions against Iran, with a former boyfriend, the hip-hop artist Ray J — was a mixed bag for her mother…” Bellefante argued. “As a parent, Ms. Kardashian’s mother, Kris Jenner, was concerned for her daughter. But as her manager, she thought, well, hot-diggity.”

Kris herself has been almost surprisingly open about how she operates as a businesswoman. In her 2011 memoir Kris Jenner…And All Things Kardashian, she explains, “I started to look at our careers like pieces on a chessboard…Every day, I woke up and walked into my office and asked myself, ‘What move do you need to make today?’ It was very calculated. My business decisions and strategies were very intentional, definite and planned to the nth degree.”

This strategy and work ethic has no doubt been passed down to her children. “Every single one of my girls gets up at the crack of dawn and works really hard. They work all day long until they fall down,” Kris told More. Shade to her son aside, whose work ethic has been lacking despite a degree from USC’s Marshall School of Business, that level of dedication to the hustle is already being directed at her grandchildren, too. One look at Instagram and you know for a fact that Kris loves her grandchildren. But along with having a special place in her heart, they have a special place in her bank account. In an interview with Oprah, Kris admitted that she thought the show was on its last leg in earlier seasons. But, she became more optimistic when “my children started having children.” While she’s never said this herself, it’s clear that more bodies equals more stories equals more seasons equals more money.

As the show’s success, and that of the family, has grown, Kris has had to learn how to adapt to a social media heavy, and tabloid trenched world. Instead of filling episodes with over-the-top fights between Kourtney and her douchey boyfriend-turned ex-turned co-parent, Scott Disick, or showing Kris try to care for a pet monkey, they became hour long exclusives into the family’s never ending dramas. The world may loudly whisper about the Kardashians every controversial move, but you won’t hear a substantial word from any of them until it means ratings. If someone’s pregnant, you’ll hear rumors, but no confirmations until the new episode airs. It’s a model they’ve used for Kourtney’s pregnancies with Mason and Penelope, Kylie’s lip fillers, Kendall’s embarrassing Pepsi commercial, Khloe’s break-up and subsequent support of her ex-husband Lamar Odom when he nearly died, the epic Kimye proposal, Kim’s frightening robbery in Paris, and countless other moments.

What’s also by design, though, is Kris’s calculated effort to maintain her and her family’s own private life. She might be blatantly obvious about her hustle, but she’ll also be blatantly obvious about how much more they could reveal. “Though the Kardashians expose much of their own dirty laundry in public themselves on Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Kris insists that their actual private lives are strategically kept private — and that sometimes that means firing members of their teams,” Page Six wrote in 2018 following an interview she’d done with HuffPost about how the family hires assistants. Recently, Kris’s home was featured in Architectural Digest, but it’s not the black and white tiled home that’s visually synonymous with the Kardashian name. It was her real home where she actually lives, but doesn’t film in.

For privacy reasons, the show has used a fake facade when showcasing the outside of Kris’s home, but now she’s taken that a step further. Architectural Digest writes that her new home is, “a dramatic departure from the dynamo’s previous home, which she still uses to tape KUWTK.” It’s her safe haven; when she’s working on KUWTK, she reports to set — her old house — and leaves when the day is done. Kylie’s pregnancy was also kept completely secret until she finally appeared in brief on the finale of Season 14, full baby bump in sight and released a video of her nine months away from the cameras.

Kris is so focused on privacy that if you violate it she will not hesitate to sue the hell out of you. “I don’t care how much money somebody might have―if they have nothing,” she warned in the HuffPost interview. “Some people think, ‘Oh, I don’t have any money, and they’re not going to sue me.’ Well, we’ll take payments. We’ll garner those wages for, you know, the next 10 years. But I just think that people don’t think. It’s a foolish thing to do.” Ruthless, almost stunningly honest, but it works, both for the family and for her reputation as a mastermind.

What’s particularly special about Kris as both a mother and a businesswoman is that she’s completely tuned into the public’s perception of her. Her own children have accused her of using her their earning potential as a way to judge who the current favorite is. When the Kardashian sisters were on Watch What Happens Live! in January, host Andy Cohen asked who Kris’s current favorite was. (Disclaimer: I’m a former WWHL employee.) The answer was easy. “Kimberly 10 years ago,” said Khloe, but “Kylie now,” said all three sisters at the same time. The change? The youngest is now a billionaire and the eldest…not.

Proud of her meme’d moniker, Kris also tips her hat to another woman who can go toe to toe with the Devil when it comes to business: Miranda Priestly of The Devil Wears Prada fame. In a Season 14 episode of KUWTK, Kris dressed up as an even more sinisterly glam Miranda for a lunch with her daughters. Swapping her infamous black cropped hair for a short blonde ‘do, she draped herself across Kourtney’s couch, in fur and sipping a martini, telling her children, “that’s all.” She was finally showing the world the woman she sees in the mirror each day.

Indeed, making sure that every single member of your family tree is rich, famous, and successful takes grit, and as we’ve seen with Kris, a good night’s sleep. Which may be why she has the energy to work harder than Lucifer, and be well-known for it, considering the Devil never sleeps. Kris Jenner, you’re doing amazing, sweetie.

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age & dob: twenty-one , august 14th , 1998

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bender: cisfemale

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languages: english, french, some spanish.

religion: catholic

education: high school , majoring in biology at stanford

occupation: unemployed

drinks, smokes, & drugs: all of the above

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zodiac sign: leo

likes: dark chocolate , tea in the morning , white roses , instigating bad situations , wine , black coffee , the smell of freshly brewed coffee , talking with strangers , long travels , adventures , being called “ angel ” , popcorn , quick tex responders , products made with silk , athletes , crime shows / films , crowded rooms , glitter .

dislikes: fake designer bags , people who don’t know how to lie , f , people who wear pearls regularly , long text messages , voicemails , men who are cheap , people who chew with their mouth open , humming ,  thrift shops , water-poof mascara , the smell of grass , extensive planning , and arrogance & stupidity combined .

bad habits: breaking promises to herself & others , not thinking before doing , fixating with her hair when nervous .

secret talent: juggling

fears: aging terribly , being widowed , drowning , being buried alive .

positive traits: alluring , convincing , affectionate , ambitious / devoted , systematic .

negative traits: manipulative , conniving , deceitful , dishonest , subjective .

* / APPEARANCE

tattoos: dagger on right index finger , “ devil ” on left index finger .

piercings: three in each ear , cartilage .

* / FAMILY INFO.

parent names: claire boucher & david dicaprio .

parent relationship: divorced .

sibling names: annalise , ashton , keller , & wade .

sibling relationship: step siblings & half .

children: none .

pets: 2 family dogs on her moms side.

* / BIOGRAPHY

i’m sorry it got long

              𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑’s entire childhood was spent in the spotlight -- her father was a huge rockstar in the 70's & 80's, and her mother a model . Claire spent her childhood between Florida , California , and New York , attending red carpets , premieres , etc. Claire attended Stanford to obtain a bachelor in science but was in and out of modeling in her teens and early twenties . 

             𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎  lived an affluent life more under the radar . His grandfather is CEO of JD banking , one of the four largest banks in the world . He attended Princeton as the rest of his family did . He got involved in the company business at a very young age as did his brothers , but went on to become the new CEO after his fathers unfortunate passing in 2002 . 

             𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 was and will forever be her parents pride & joy . her parents were high school sweethearts & got married young -- at a twenty-two / twenty-three . they had been trying for two years to start their own family but jules’ mother struggled . thanksgiving in the hamptons , a dicaprio family tradition the day is engraved in her mothers memory , in 1997 , they announced to their family that after years of trying , they were pregnant . 

             𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 grew up completely pampered ; bi-weekly trips to the nail salon with her mother and annual father-daughter trips . her mother was her best friend until she began morphing jules into what she thought was perfect . making sure she spoke at least one other language , was active in school , extracurriculars , how she presented herself . her mother cared about image due to her own childhood of growing up in the spotlight . besides the near brainwash to fit her mother’s image of perfect , everything was ideal &  ‘ normal ’ up until the summer before her freshman year of high school . her mother discovered the affair her father had been having for months with a woman he did business with . he claimed it was due to the fact that jules’ mother had returned to some normalcy and wanted to work again , modeling and doing some traveling , therefore he ‘ just missed her around ’ . jules was aware of everything going on  , heard the countless nights they spent arguing in the opposite wing of the house , she picked up on her father being late to family dinner because “ he had work to do ” . her parents tried their best to keep her in the dark for the sake of her sanity , innocence , and view on her father . jules went along with it all , the daddy’s girl in her was in denial for all of the months leading up to their divorce . at the end , her mother got full custody of her .

              𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 came two “ yes ” parents . everything became a competition between the two , trying to one up the other ; who took jules on the better summer vacation , had the most over the top christmas morning , etc . it  was insanely manipulative & jules there wasn’t a time period where jules felt more alone ; not having a sibling to relate to , she was embarassed to tell her peers the real reason why her parents split , it was so cliché . both parents didn’t take too long to remarry , her father found another stay-at-home wife and her mother lucked out with a lawyer ten years older than she . her step-father had two daughtes & son with whom jules hated in the beginning – it  was a lot to take in and she was used to being the only child . her father went on to have a child with his new wife two years after their marriage . it was all an immense amount of change within seven years . 

               𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 for jules had been constantly changing since the news of her father’s affair , she’d spend her summers & holiday’s going back & forth between each parents in the hamptons until her father moved to calabasas to be closer to his wife’s family as soon as the baby was born . jules had always been a wild , reckless child at heart and the divorce between her parents only allowed her to push her limits even more . the two-three years her parents spent processing their divorce were her golden years -- she could not get in trouble with her parents and they never got upset with her . she took advantage of it all and abused drinking , hanging out with boys , you name it . she loved the attention she received from any male figure -- it made up for the lack of attention she was getting from her father once he got the boot . 

               𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 was where jules found her safe space ; she could be her wild self , far away from home and only a five hour drive from her father that she still rarely sees . she joined a sorority , joined the exec board , was forced to join french club by her mother , all while maintaining a 4.08 gpa . 

            *  ` 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄 jules has always been a wild child . she’s always had a desire for attention , all eyes & attention on her , though the  B I R T H of her uncontrollable desire for attention from males stemmed after her parents divorce . the lack of attention from her father allowed her to realize her dad wasn’t the only one who could spoil her & every man was basically the same . she’s not super close with either of her dads at the moment and sees her father about three times a year , two of which are holidays & every now and then the spontaneous visit from him in cali .  

           𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is a h u g e  cry baby in the sense that she hates not getting what she wants . its not on purpose most of the time , it’s the way she was raised and the nature of her parents . she’s never had to ask for anything twice & hates doing so . though she’s a huge cry baby , she will try her best to mask her actual tears . she does a good job of seeming innocent , she’s that one friend that is super sus & lies a lot & keeps secrets but somehow is so good at convincing people other wise ? she’s a huge flirt , even when she’s not doing it on purpose , it’s sort of a weird practice or habit she’s grown into ? she feels empowered in the weirdest way of owning men and being able to form their opinion of her for them , this stems from her newly founded daddy issues  it’s more so due to the fact that her relationship with her father began to diminish once he moved out . she is & has been on her “ fuck love ” rampage . 

        𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 do whatever she wants and will hide her bad intentions . she lives for chaos , loves enjoys pushing limits & boundaries . she loves a game of cat & mouse / teasing just knowing she has someone in her grip is what helps her sleep at night . she is a bit crazy . . .  the type to watch someone’s snap score go up . def that type to block and unblock someone 238473 timES . she has an underlying need of approval from others and she almost needs to be liked by everyone she meets .

      𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 she wants to model & be a playboy bunny BUT her dad would literally disown her if she didn’t follow her family legacy and attend stanford or yale to use her brains for good . she’s in school to be a pediatrician because at the end of the day she loves children and always wanted to seek a job in the healthcare field . she has plans to attend yale’s medical school after her senior year is complete at stanford . 

i really based her off of american beauty & angela in the movie ( if you’ve seen it omg ily ) g