#anyway i imagine nico and the detective have run into each other a couple times before

[stygicniron]

detectivechandler asked:

“For once in your life, would you please just listen to me?!”

Meme That I Am Too Lazy to Find the Link For -- @detectivechandler

"And are you going to listen to me?" Nico snapped back, dark eyes meeting the detective's easily. It wasn't like he could take the detective to the graveyard to show him exactly what was going on. The Mist was too thick and despite everything, or at least as far as Nico could tell, the guy was depressingly mortal.

But people were dying, and the dead already hung so thick around London it was like a second mist. The atmospheric kind, not the monster-hiding magical time. "I'm not just saying this to live out every goth's dreams," he said with an eye roll. "You need me there too," he insisted, settling his jaw a little before he continued. "London has a necromancer."

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: Of Fruits and Photoshoots

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.8k Rating: G Time Frame: Later in Maki’s 1st and Nico’s 3rd year of high school Story Arc: Stand Alone

Authors Note: Thank you to those who offered ideas for possible locations for the background scenery of the second NicoMaki UR pair in SIF.

I will post the pic at the end for those who need a refresher on its appearance, and because I adore it and look forward to their release to WW.

“How about these?” Nico help up a handful of rhinestones. “Maybe make a hair clip out of them or something?”

“The rubies certainly match your eyes.” Eli approved as she continued to work on another accessory. “And pearls would stand out well in your hair.”

“I meant for her.” The raven-haired girl clarified.

“Then the pearls are definitely a decent choice for accents.” The blonde nodded. “Otherwise, on their own, the rubies might get lost in her hair.”

“Yeah, that too. And I was also thinking about using these for me.” Nico indicated a pair of red ribbons with thin white stripes.

“Ah, I see.” Eli nodded. “A good match.”

“Think she’ll notice?”

“Do you want her to?”

“And so what if I do?” Nico scrunched her nose at the unexpected return question. “Anyway, red and white works for her strawberry theme.” She began attaching the faux gems to a clip. “And my watermelon theme as well.”

“Shouldn’t it be red and green for you? Or red and black if you went with the seeds?”

“The rind is white.”

“I suppose.”

“Though I was kinda hoping I could find some diamonds…” Nico admitted before thinking better of it.

“Didn’t we just have a birthstone set?”

“Yeah, but… oh, never mind.”

Eli rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the accessory in her hand.

Nico knew Eli saw straight through her, but she wasn’t going to admit it out loud. So what if she wanted to have a few accessories match with Maki? It wasn’t the first time they had similar things on their outfits and probably wouldn’t be the last… hopefully. Besides, it wasn’t like the younger girl would notice anyway, so what harm would it do? It was just a little something that made Nico happy, and that alone was worth it. And if Maki did happen to notice, then all the better.

“So, what do you think?” Eli spoke up after a moment.

Nico blinked back to reality to inspect the item in the blonde’s hand.

“Nozomi will love it.”

“It’s not for…”

“I know.” Nico interrupted. “But red is a good color for you, especially in your hair. And Nozomi will love it. And will undoubtedly comment on it.” She smirked. “Probably lewdly.”

“Nico…”

“Turnabout is fair play.” The raven-haired girl stuck out her tongue.

The blonde pouted, earning a laugh from the other girl. But after a moment of getting past her embarrassment, she joined in with a chuckle of her own.

Under different circumstances, Nico might have used an overdramatic display of disgust when it came to the topic of her fellow third-years and their public flirtations. It was an act the three of them knew she used to deal with her jealousy over what Eli and Nozomi had together; what Nico wished she had with the girl she liked.

But today she was in higher spirits. Today, she and Eli were preparing accessories for an upcoming photoshoot that included a set for which Nico had been matched with Maki as the focus pair. It wasn’t summer yet, but the set’s theme was something about vacations, swimsuits and fruit. Each girl had chosen or been assigned a fruit and would wear two outfits designed with it in mind.

Maki ended up with a strawberry theme. Granted, the redhead often found herself in hues reminiscent of her hair, but she always looked good in them, which probably lent to the repetition. And Nico was excited to see the results, as well as show off her own.

“That should be long enough for it to set.” Nico thought out loud about the adhesive she had applied to hold the gems to the clip. “Who’s next?”

“Ma~ki-cha~n!”

The redhead turned toward the voice calling her from behind. “Nico-chan.” She greeted with a nod.

The raven-haired girl running up to her was dressed in a watermelon themed outfit with green overall shorts covering a white shirt with green stripes. It wasn’t the overly stylized version for this part of the photoshoot, but the pastel shades offered an adorable softness that was well suited to the image Nico always tried to portray. And of course, no outfit the girl wore was complete without pink, so ruffles on the sleeve and collar of the shirt filled that role. Maki allowed herself a moment to take in the view as Nico closed the distance between them.

Even if Maki had wanted to, she would have been hard pressed in denying that Nico looked incredibly cute right now. Not that she wanted to deny it anyway. Probably. But it did bother her how cute Nico could be at times. Like now. Maybe.

“There’s one more thing before we begin!” The third-year held out something that glittered in the stray light from the nearby set.

“Hair clips?” The first year inquired on recognition.

“Yup!” Nico chirped before reaching up. “Hold still a sec.”

“Did you just find these or…?”

“Nope. Nico made these just for Maki-chan.”

“Then why not hand them out with all of the rest?”

“Didn’t you hear me?” Nico furrowed her eyebrows. “Nico made these just for Maki-chan. So she wanted to give them to Maki-chan personally. Got a problem with that?”

“N-no… uhm… Th-thank you?”

“And there we go.” Nico grinned as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. After a moment, she turned to the photographer’s assistant. “You guys have a mirror?”

“Oh, yes.” The young man replied before moving to a nearby counter to retrieve the requested item. “Here.”

“Take a look, Maki-chan.” Nico held the mirror up.

“They are quite pretty.” Maki reached up to touch the clips in her hair.

Was it her imagination, or did the clips kind of match the striped bows in Nico’s hair? Maybe? Even if not, Maki decided she preferred to consider it a match because it made her feel good, for some reason.

“I know, right?” The older girl interrupted her thoughts. “Nico knows her accessories.”

“Thank you, Nico-chan.” The younger girl’s thanks was more sincere than the one she had given prior.

“You two ready?” The photographer suddenly asked.

“Yeah, sorry.” Nico replied. “Be right there.”

The two girls made their way onto the set. In front of the greenscreen they found a couple classic poolside style chaise lounge chairs and a few small side tables. Off to the side, on a counter, was a decent selection of props from which they could choose.

“This set is nice.” Maki commented, touching a tray on which sat a glass tea set filled with a red liquid.

“Of course Maki-chan goes for the red things.”

“Well, my fruit is a strawberry…”

“True, but you often choose red things.”

“I like red…”

“So you like your cheeks then.”

Maki pouted, earning a laugh from the other girl.

“And I suppose it’s a good thing Nico’s eyes are red!”

It took a moment for the implication to click in Maki’s mind, but once it did, she balked. “Buweehh?” She turned to find an amused glimmer in said eyes accompanied by a toothy grin, the combination of which made it difficult to get upset.

“Anyway, Nico is going to use this.”

The twin-tailed girl grabbed a plate of what looked like cake with decorative icing and two scoops of sherbet.

“Alright.” The photographer spoke again. “If you could each choose a seat, we can get started.” She motioned to the chairs.

Maki did as instructed and leaned back onto the plastic slats. “You know… kyaa!” She cried in surprise as her ankles were suddenly grabbed. “Nico-chan?”

“I think this will work better for the shot.” The older girl replied, moving Maki’s legs off the side. “How is this?” She asked the photographer as she knelt where the younger girl’s feet had been a moment ago.

“That will work just fine.” The woman responded, giving an affirmative gesture.

“So you’re not going to need this?” The assistant asked, moving to the empty chair.

“Nah, I’d rather be here, closer to Maki-chan.” Nico replied, grinning at the blushing redhead and scooting in a few centimeters more.

The young man nodded and removed the unneeded prop.

“So, you were saying?” The raven-haired girl prompted, lifting the fork in her hand as though to take a bite of the fake cake.

“Oh, right, uhm…” Maki scrambled to recover her derailed train of thought. “I was going to say that the décor reminds me of the place in Demark.”

“Copenhagen, yes, I can see that.” The photographer stated. “The background we are using could be seen as reminiscent of the buildings around the canals of Nyhavn. But I don’t believe there are palm trees in Denmark.”

“Not along the canals, no.” Maki agreed. “But I do remember seeing some last time we were there… maybe in the botanical gardens?”

“Maybe.”

“Then is the background of the painted ladies in San Francisco? They have palm trees there.”

“I’d have to double check the file, but I thought it said it was shot in the Canary Islands? I could be wrong.”

“Maybe Northern Ireland? Spain?”

“Whitehead and Vilajoyosa? I don’t think either was it.” The photographer shook her head. “I can check for sure while you two change for the next part of the set.”

“Alright.” Maki agreed before shifting her gaze to find Nico staring at her. “What…?”

“Does Maki-chan have a vacation house in all of those places.”

“No, but I’ve visited most of them.”

“Hrmph…” Nico huffed. “Must be nice; traveling the world all the time.”

“Not always.” Maki admitted. “A lot of it was for business, so my parents would be busy the whole day. And since I was too young to go anywhere on my own, I would just spend the day reading at the hotel.”

“And the place in Denmark?”

Maki realized she could detect a bit of jealousy in the older girl’s voice. “It’s not ours.” She clarified, shaking her head. “One of our old doctors moved to Europe after he retired. He lets us use that place when we want.”

“Must be nice.” Nico repeated.

The jealousy wasn’t going away. What to say? Uhm… “It is a lovely city.” No, that didn’t seem like something that would diffuse the situation.

“Then if Nico becomes a famous idol,” Nico suddenly preened “she’s going to have to get her own place in Copenhagen. And the Canary Islands. And San Francisco. And maybe a few other places Maki-chan hasn’t even been yet.”

“You mean when you become a famous idol.”

“Right, that’s what I said.”

“I’d like to see it.”

“Hrm?”

“Your place.” Maki found herself getting a little excited. Not only had Nico’s mood improved somewhat, but the idea of taking a trip with her was surprisingly appealing. “Or places, any of them, really, when you get them.”

“Of course!” Nico raised an eyebrow. “Someone like Maki-chan would be welcome anytime. Nico thought that much would be obvious.”

“I’ll hold you to it then.” Maki lifted her cup as though to propose a toast, despite the other girl lacking a beverage of her own, fake or otherwise.

“And I think that’s the shot right there.” The photographer spoke up again. “But let’s take a few more to be sure.”

The two girls gave their affirmation and the photoshoot continued.

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Author’s Note Continued in Followup Post

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2. MR HOLLYWOOD

THE LINE TO CHECK INTO OUR HOTEL looked extremely long which seemed absolutely ridiculous to me. It was a rather large hotel but it still seemed absurd that it could hold that many people in line plus the people already staying. The wait, though, went fast. It felt like a blur, almost. Like one second we were at the end of the line and the next we were getting settled in our hotel rooms. (Yes, three rooms one for our grandparents, one for our parents and one for us, now having to share with Pandora and Elizzy).

"Anyone want tea?" Pandora offered the second we entered our hotel room.

It was just the six of us. The siblings. Pandora. Elizzy.

"Is this your way of fulfilling your british stereotype?" Nikko asked the rather harsh question but in a lighthearted tone. Regardless, I still shot him a dirty look which he shot one back without hesitation.

Pandora ignored our exchange as she sat her luggage down. " You could say that. Also, simply trying to give thanks for allowing us to stay with you for a couple nights."

Maya was still eyeing the pair with suspicion but didn't say anything, although I could tell she wanted to.

"What tea do we have?" Chloe inquired to be nice.

She began to head over to the little coffee/tea set up that was complimentary from the hotel but was interrupted by Pandora. "No, my dear, I brought tea."

"Ah. 'Course you did," I blurted, sounding much more harsh than I intended to. Pandora didn't flinch though.

"But I have Earl Grey, orange, peppermint, Chai, ginger, green and vanilla," she responded, pulling out the boxes from her bag as if she was fucking Mary Poppins.

"Do you just carry tea everywhere?" Maya asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hm. I was going across the world to bloody America. I might as well bring my tea," she declared. "Now what will everyone have."

We all passed with the exception of Chloe and Elizzy which seemed to leave Pandora rather disappointed in not being able to flex her skills in tea making. But anyways, nothing happened much else that day. The whole group got together in one room to have dinner together, the adults conversating with Pandora with no problem at all while the four of us stayed rather wary of her.

She was, however, still a stranger with the chance of being a serial killer.

The next morning, I wake up before everyone with the exception of Pandora who was up making tea. I contemplated going back to sleep or waking one of my siblings up to avoid having to endure an awkward conversation with this girl. But before I had the chance to do so, Pandora asked, "Would you like some tea, Kacey?" Without even glancing at me and saying my name with an edge that I didn't like.

It was confirmed then and there, that she had eyes on the back of her head. Or more realistically that I had been rustling too loudly, letting her know I was awake. Damn her.

"I'm going to have to pass on that offer," I replied, assuming she was putting poision into the tea.

"Your loss," Pandora declared with quite the disappointed shrug of her shoulder. She really wanted to show off her tea-making skills for some fucking reason.

I was rather tired so I decided it was an excellent time to put on my detective's hat and ask Pandora questions to determine who the actual hell she was. Because yes, I'm as good as Sherlock Holmes, himself.

"So... how did you and Elizzy meet?" I asked, trying to sound completely intrested while my voice was painfully groggy from sleep.

Pandora turned a bit to pour sugar into a cup of tea, allowing me to see her lips quirk up at the question. In the way that an adult's mouth would when a child asking a rather naive or adorable question. She really was testing me, wasn't she.

"Ah," she finally exclaimed. "Yes. We met in London, you see. I was orphaned and I knew her through a family friend so I decided to contact her. To my surprise and delight, she was in fact in London at the time, not too far from where I was living. I met up with her and we had quite a lovely discussion on whether or not she should adopt me. She doesn't have much going for her except waitressing at some sad little town near Los Angeles. Her modeling and singing career have unfortunately not been successful so she thought she could handle adopting a child. You know, to keep herself from being bored. And luckily, I not only fend for myself, she doesn't have to make her own coffee or tea in the morning."

I looked at her, not really knowing what to say, unfortunately not having a witty saying on hand. So she decided to take that to her advantage by turning to me with this smug-looking smile, holding her tea cup elegantly with one hand. That action, of course, only made me dislike her even more.

"I know you don't like me and whether or not your reason is justifiable for that, I don't care. I just want you to know that I don't intend to hurt you. Ever. I would never do such a thing. When I say I know your mother, I really do," she declared and took a sip from her tea before glancing at me through her glasses.

I think I disliked her even more after hearing that. I was definitly a year or more older than her and she was regarding me like I was a baby. I wished my siblings would wake up- or at least Elizzy- because I had enough of this dumb one to one talk with Pandora.

"Ah," I responded then tucked myself back in bed, deciding it would be better to pretend sleep. "Yes. Through a family friend."

I knew she looked at me like I was dumb or like an enfant but I didn't care. She was using some technique on me to get under my skin. I wondered why but I also did not want to be around her much longer to find out.

We all decided to be the tourists we were and headed down to the pool, later that very day. It was rather large, made up of four different pools and swarming with tipsy adults. Chloe, of course, was busy complaining about how disgusting it all was via FaceTime the whole way down. I was surprised when no one told her to shut up, especially mom.

Once down there, we headed towards the lazy river since there were less people there than other pools. Still, there had to be at least a hundred people making their way through it.

We rented a few inner tubes that were set at an unreasonable fee and got in with the exception of our grandparents and parents.

The six remaining of us were rather split up. Elizzy and Pandora sat on two inner tubes close to one another (A note: Elizzy was looking close to perfection with her glamorous sunglasses and brightly colored cocktail in hand). My siblings and I decided to race since there was not much to do. However, the race automatically just turned into a rivalry between Nikko and I once Chloe and Maya got bored.

We were shouting insults at each other and splashing and pushing each other out of the way to get ahead. I can't imagine all the glares we must've earned from those drunk, probably stoned people. We were 16 but we insisted that we acted like annoying eight-year-olds. Don't blame you if you don't like us.

"All right! All right!" I eventually said, not realizing how out of breath I was. "Time out!"

Nikko gave me a disgusted look and kept swimming forward. "No way!"

I gave him a look. "Nikko. I need to take a piss and unless you want me to pee all over you in this pool –"

"Ew gross, just go," Nico declared, wrinkling his nose in pure disgust.

I gave him a satisfied grin and in return, he flips me off. We love a functional wholesome sibling relationship, don't we?

So I got out of the pool and headed towards where this big sign said 'Restrooms'. I was halfway there when quite literally somebody bumped into me, nearly causing me to fall. I managed to steady myself but the other person's sunglasses flew off their head and skittered to the ground.

Almost like a reflex I bent down to grab the sunglasses before the owner did and said, "Sorry." Then thought I had no reason to be. I didn't bump into them.

But as I handed back the Ray Bans, I realized who I was looking at looked quite familiar. And then it clicked.

"Hey – Are you... Owen Greene?" I asked.

To this, he snatched the sunglasses out of my hands and quite aggressively shoved them on. Owen Greene was a famous child star in Hollywood when he was about five or six. His fame kind of died not too long after. But even as a post-puberty 16-year-old boy, standing in front of me, I had difficulty understanding why Hollywood didn't want to cast them. It's gross saying this because there is more to people than their physical attributes, but he was pretty attractive and looked to fit play a dashing Prince in one of those fantasy movies I don't care much for.

But standing in front of me, he gave me a once over work like he was scanning me. I frowned at that.

"What?"

He barely moved.

"No cameras. No autograph. No story" he snapped. "Do you work for a magazine or a media outlet of any form?"

I blinked in shock both at his harsh tone and the words he was spitting at me. "Not that I know of."

"How about a crazy obnoxious fan?" He ordered even further.

"A fan? You were popular about 10 years ago and at the time, I was much more into Dora," I replied.

My comment made him laugh at first but almost immediately he stopped himself. That was enough to make me laugh.

"Is everything all right?" I asked him, not used to so much paranoia.

"I've just –" he started then stopped himself. "You've got no idea how lucky you are."

I snorted at that. He was a gorgeous Hollywood star who may not be as famous as he once was but was probably a millionaire. His whole life was basically granted to him on a silver platter. "Really? How so?"

Owen made a face. Like he scrunched up into a crumpled jumble as he thought up a response to that. Then he hesitated.

"Because you're normal. I doubt you've ever had to run away from stupid people who only use you to get money," he sputtered out with disdain – not towards me but most likely, Hollywood.

I didn't blame him. From what I've heard in the past, fame sounds pretty shitty. Stories like Princess Diana's have always caused me to steer clear from the spotlight and aspire for a less popular domain.

"At least you're rich," I pointed out.

"Fine. You win on that," he said with a sigh. "But it's not like I touch most of the money I've earned."

"So you're a Hollywood runaway, huh?" I asked and began to eye what he probably thought was a disguise to hide from whatever it was he was running from.

I will say, it was a pretty bad disguise. I mean he did still look like Prince Charming even if he was trying to go for an ugly, tourist hobo look. His fair fell to his shoulders, he wore a hideous Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks and God, even worse- a bucket hat.

"Yes," he said then his eyes noticeably widened from behind his sunglasses. "But I swear to God, if you send me back to Hollywood, that wretched place, I will ruin your fam-"

"No you won't," I interrupted with an amused smile.

He then pouted like an oversized baby. "I can and I will."

"Ah, I see," I said then held out my pinky. "I pinky promise I won't tell anybody about this."

He looked down at my pinky like I was crazy. "What- are you like eight?"

I laughed at that. Jesus Christ, he had a stick up his ass but for some reason, I found him so much easier to talk to, compared to most people. It was jus easy to sass him despite all of the glares he gave.

"'Course I am, Greene," I declared then with a sigh, he wrapped his pinky around mine.

Then we stood there for a rather awkward moment not saying anything. I was someone who had pretty shit social anxiety so of course, this awkward silence was nothing new to me at all. Then, God bless him, Owen broke the silence "What now?"

"I suggest changing your disguise," I blurted, not really mean it.

He glared at me. "What? What's wrong with it?"

I couldn't help but giggle at him and held my hand up to cover my mouth.

"What!?" He demanded.

"You just-  you just look like a hobo tourist. Or tourist hobo... It's just not-" and the look he gave me, only made me laugh even more.

"Fine! Then what do you suggest my disguise should be!" He said with the anger forced into his voice.

I looked him over once again and just cringed at it, allowing myself to express it for you know, emphasis.

"First of all, cut your hair. It's terrible. And maybe not dress like... Like you're a fucking homeless man whose trying to sightsee and fit in," I teased further.

He rolled his eyes then grabbed a hold of my wrist for a moment as if a motion to get me to walk with him. I panicked a bit at first but he was gentle and let go of me, almost instantaneously

"Where we going?" I asked him.

"Getting my haircut and a change of clothes, apparently," he grumped.

I crossed my arms. "And what? You need me to supervise you?"

He gave me another lovely pissed off glance – he was extremely good at those, I recalled.

"Yes because you apparently know how to give me a better disguise," he snapped.

I had my phone on me – if things went wrong, I could easily consult my family. I also thought it was about time Kacey Maxwell had a chance to run off with a boy. Even though, I had no feelings for him whatsoever, of course, I just enjoyed the excitement of it all. So I let him take me inside the hotel where he moped into the hotels very own salon. (It's Vegas, of course they had a hair salon) while he forced me to be his shopping servant, handing me 100 bucks for me to buy him something.

About 15 minutes in and I was looking for shirts for Owen Greene, himself, I got a call from Chloe.

"Hey? Everything all right?" She asked when I picked up. "You've been gone for a bit."

Okay. How the hell do you explain to your sister that you decided to give a former Hollywood star a makeover? I wrinkled my nose.

"Yeah. Just headed back to the room-  forgot sunscreen," I explained on the spot.

Quite honestly, I think she would've believed me more if I just had straight up told her I had runoff with Owen Greene.

"You... Went back to the room... All by yourself... In a hotel... infested with crazed, probably drunk gamblers... With a chance there's rapists around-"

"You would go to the room without a problem," I defended, not wondering whether that would be true or not.

"I most certainly would have a problem with it. And I'm less anxious than you are."

I rolled my eyes at that and picked out a shirt on a rack that I thought would look nicely on Owen.

"I'm more independent," I pointed out. "I know how to handle things on my own more than you."

She sighed dramatically and I could just picture her sunbathing, sprawled on one of those hotel chairs. Jesus Christ, Chloe Maxwell was the most extra person I had ever met.

"Fine. If that's where you say you are, I guess I must believe it," she declared. "Just call me if you accidentally run into a rapist."

I picked out a pair of shorts, hoping it would look fine on Owen (I wasn't an expert in men's fashion, unfortunately) and headed to the cashier to pay.

"Will do," I promised Chloe. "Look, gotta go. Be out soon."

Before she could respond, I hung up on her then headed to the cashier. I paid for everything with Owen's money then left the shop to meet up with Owen. The salon was only a short walk from the store and I decided to wait outside for them.

Slumped on the bench, wearing my swimsuit cover-up and flip-flops I played candy crush because I swear to God, I had the mental age of both a seven-year-old and 82-year-old.

About four rounds later, Owen walked out, looking around, probably for me. With a sigh, I got up and handed him the bag of clothes.

"How do I look?" He asked.

I looked him over with an unamused glance. "Less like a hobo tourist."

"That's a huge improvement," he declared, then allowed himself to chuckle. "Wanna go back to the pool?"

The second he suggested it, I began to turn my way towards the exit to the pool. He followed suit, still wearing his ugly Hawaiian shirt and put his disgusting bucket hat back on over his hair.

"How long are you going to be here in Vegas?" he asked.

"Unfortunately, a week."

"Unfortunately?"

"Yes, unfortunately. This place is full of gross ass, drunk, kinky people," I replied.

"Oh," he said. "I like Vegas."

I smirked and quirked an eyebrow at that. "Really? Are you gross and kinky, yourself?"

He shot me a dirty look (a glance, not anything sexual, Jesus Christ). "Shut up, er... wait, I don't even know your name."

He was probably used to that. People knowing his name and him knowing nobody's.

"Kacey," I replied.

"Kacey," he repeated it. "I like that. It's pretty."

I wrinkled my nose. "Don't you dare start with that shit."

He chuckled then rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. Fuck, I also hated this. "Can I... can I hang out with you today?"

The way he asked it was almost childish. As if he was some insecure asking an older kid to hang out. I let out a sigh.

"Yes but I would like you to know I'm traveling with my siblings- two of which I like, one of whom I hate- my parents and my grandparents," I warned him. "Let's hope they won't mind me bringing them a fucking runaway Hollywood Star."