[Kallile]

It had been a long drive, but Kyrie was finally home for the foreseeable future. A good thing, since there was a good bit waiting for her. Of course it couldn’t have just been finding the front page story staring her in the face on her doorstep when she returned to her posh home…it had to be the largely out-of-place gothic sister plopped on her couch with the world’s largest grin and the paper held out to her side proudly as if she were trying to be a matador.



Madeline didn’t cease the grinning even after her famous sister had come running over to snatch the paper from her hands and take to reading it. To the driver who entered the home behind her Maddi offered only a nod—her real focus placed on Kyrie to see her reaction.  Seza wasn’t far behind however, and soon both road-weary women were huddled over the paper reading along.



As soon as Kyrie mouthed the last words on the page her eyes welled up with tears and she tossed herself onto the couch Maddi was occupying. The darker sister moved to pat her wailing sibling on the back, Cheshire grin still on her face. Seza threw a hand over her face and mumbled something under her breath before moving to read the article again to make sure it was really real.

Clearing her throat, Madeline took charge. “So, girls. Do tell about your exciting trip.~”

[Kallile]

Seza cast a stern look to the dark sister. “You have got to be the worst sister in the history of the world, Madeline.” The blonde driver stated as she walked over to sit beside the couch and gently rub one of Kyrie’s shoulders. Her driver’s uniform made it difficult for her to look or feel comfortable on the floor, but she would do it as long as her friend needed her to. The gothic sibling rolled her eyes and stood up to gather the paper from where Seza had left it.

“No, pretty sure that question is fully valid to be asking, given these.” She sneered darkly. “But hey, I’m just saying. It’s about time the two goodie-goodies of the house started getting into trouble in so many more ways than I could ever. Now Xander just needs to knock some fangirl up and I'll be gold in mom and dad's eyes...” She held out the paper closer to Seza, still sneering.

Kyrie reached out and snatched the paper, looking it over with tear-filled eyes. “Oh my Gods…he is going to hate me. If he didn’t already he will now!” She wailed before burying her face back into the cushion. In turn, Seza snatched the paper away from Kyrie and just as quickly whisked it away from Madeline’s grasp as well.

“Everyone just stop it!” The blonde-haired woman yelled before crumpling up the paper and staring sternly at the sisters. “Kyrie, the guy was a total jerk most of the ride. And Madeline, be a little sensitive. It’s not going to kill you.”

[Kallile]

"Huh, but it could. And that's a chance I'm not taking." Madeline retorted, still sneering wickedly. She was enjoying this oh so much, it almost brought tears to her eyes. But Seza was having none of it and Madeline, while not afraid of her, wasn't exactly in the mood to get into a physical brawl over the matter.

Said assistant was just shy of flaring her nostrils at the gothic sister like an enraged bull. "I said enough. Now look, we have to come up with a plan for how to handle this. The media is already all over it and if we don't start acknowledging it one way or another it is only going to hurt your image more."

"Nah, you kidding me? Guys love secretly slutty women. They'll be all over you now." Madeline jeered. Kyrie flinched at the remark, reddened eyes glancing over at her sister. "Madeline how can you say that? We didn't do anything! We just fell asleep because..." She stopped just shy of the ending. "He was...being so cold and all I wanted to do was...make him feel better. He was so angry."

"Oh, not just a fling...a bad boy fling. You can't do anything half way, can you Kyrie?"

[Kallile]

Kyrie's tear-soaked face went beet red instantly at her sisters insistence. "Madeline, that is not what's going on!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. You had a one nighter with a bad boy. Much more than a fling." The younger sister sneered, flipping her punk-style hair back dramatically. "But hey, so long as he didn't leave you with any lasting mementos you're home free. Mom and dad will happily forget about it..."

"Madeline, give it a rest. And for Gaia's sake, I was in the car and nothing happened." Seza snapped as her tolerance levels began drying up. "Why do you even keep bothering to come around if all you want to do is pick fights?"

Kyrie stood, releasing herself from both Seza's comfort and focusing more closely on Madeline. She inhaled deeply, as if ready to 'unleash the Kraken' as it may be. The younger sister filled marginally with dread.

[Kallile]

Kyrie looked surprisingly menacing as she hovered over her lounging sister, fire and tears burning in her eyes. "How could you? How could you even say that to me? After all I did for you when Paige and Virginia were born? After you left their father? How could you still be so horrible to me after all the love and compassion I've shown you?"

Madeline moved to open her mouth--her eyes darkening and her lips raising into a defensive snarl. She was fully preparing a retort to rip Kyrie apart...but the model beat her to it.

"And don't you dare say this is payback from our childhood. Everyone loved you Maddi...everyone loved you so much but you wouldn't let anyone get close to you because you're so lost in your own delusional thoughts that you couldn't see what was right in front of you all the time!"

For a long moment all Seza and Madeline could do was to sit and stare at the outraged model--the tears rolling down her face seeming somehow more defiant than weak and sweet. Seza stood to try and comfort Kyrie but the model only held up a hand to keep her at bay.

"So maybe I felt so drawn to help this guy because he reminds me so much of my little sister. Maybe I just wanted to prove that there are people in this world who can care about you if you just let them. And maybe, just maybe, I messed that all up like I did somewhere along the line while trying to show you the same thing. So now I guess you will both just be stuck in your own heads for the rest of your lives thinking you can't be loved or cared for because somewhere along the line I failed you and so I'm sorry that somehow this is partly my doing."

[Kallile]

Finally seeming spent from her outburst Kyrie slumped back into an armchair and let out a loud and abrupt sob. "So I'm sorry I failed you. I'm sorry you won't let anyone in." She mumbled as she drew up her knees until her forehead was resting on them and she was hugging her legs closer to her body.

Seza slowly sat back down and looked to Madeline for any sort of cue as to what to do. She had never seen her friend like this before--well, backstage when she was just starting out and very nervous about doing something wrong. But that had been so much different compared to what she had just witnessed and the blonde knew there was nothing she could say to help her friend. It had to come from Madeline.

The younger sister didn't seem willing at first to say anything, shooting Seza nasty looks now and again that clearly said 'stop staring at me, I'm not saying one damn thing'. After a staring contest, however, Madeline finally let out a sigh.

"You didn't fail me, Kyrie. You're just weird, ok. I never wanted anyone to go out of their way to make me feel better about myself or whatever it was you're going for. I'm fine by myself and you just...creep people out when you do that shit."

[Kallile]

Seza rolled her eyes, clearly not what she had been hoping the darker sister would say. Clearing her throat she scooted down just a little to sit on the end of the couch closest to the chair Kyrie was currently curled up in having a moment. "I think what Madeline is trying to say," at this she shot Maddi a death glare, "is that maybe you try a little too hard to make people realize things. You can't bully people into believing that sort of thing...you can only be there and be a friend while they figure it out on their own."

A sob came from the cave of hair and legs that was Kyrie's current curled position. "I'm not going to get that chance again. Seza just look at that paper. He's never going to talk to me again, he's never going to want to." She sobbed softly. From across the room there was a defeated sigh before Madeline piped in once more.

"Think of it this way--you probably did him a favor. I mean, there's photographic evidence that he fell asleep next to a model. He can make up whatever story he wants to go with that--he'll be king of his workplace I bet. So don't worry about him...you need to worry about how this is going to affect you. He has everything to gain...you don't."

Seza, baffled, looked over at Madeline again. "That was surprisingly helpful."

"Don't get used to it--I about puked half way through it."