Later that night, after leaving my parents argument and being force fed cookies by Carole, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to get up and have some cocoa krispies. The kitchen was extremely big, and it took me awhile to actually find the pantry with the cereal. Once I did find it, I had to dig through the boxes, before I found the cocoa krispies at the back. Whoever ate them, wanted the breakfast food to themselves. Oh well. I found a bowl and poured myself some krispies with milk. I had just started eating, when the kitchen light turned on, and Finn walked in. He jumped when he saw me, like he had earlier that day.
"Oh God. Eve! You scared me!" He held a hand to his chest and slowly walked over to me. "So you like cocoa krispies too? They're my favorites."
"Mine too." He poured himself a bowl and we crunched in contented silence. Even though he didn't know I had heard his conversation, to me, it felt like tension hung in the air. Finn, as typical, broke the awkward quiet.
"So. Did Quinn tell you about your party?" My eyebrows shot up in a very Finn-like fashion.
"Quinn? She hasn't said a word to me." Finn rolled his eyes and smiled wryly at me.
"I'm sorry about her. It'll just take some getting used to on her part. She's really nice once you get to know her."
"I'm sure." I muttered under my breath, but Finn didn't hear. "You could tell me about my party." I offered. He took the bone, and smiled gratefully at me.
"Well, around here, in society, when a girl turns 17, she's supposed to have a big coming out party. It's kind of like a sweet sixteen, only this one is so guys will, like, check her out and stuff." He got a pained expression, like he couldn't believe he was telling me this.
"Really?" My interest was slightly peaked. My thoughts went to Michael, the boy I met on the plane. Would he be there? Maybe I should call him...
"Eve? Earth to Eve?" Finn's voice shook me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah Finn?" He sat nervously crunching his cereal and looked at me thoughtfully.
"I asked what you thought. About the party." I smiled back, the first real smile all day.
"A big party for me huh? Sounds too good too miss. But I guess that means I'll be around for awhile?" Finn chuckled.
"You really are just like Rachel."
"Really? Because she always says I'm just like you." There was another pause, in which Finn started running a hand through his hair and twitching. He took a deep breath, looking at me.
"Has she ever, I mean, was there ever- Well..."
"No." I cut him off. "No. She never got remarried. Not even a serious boyfriend. She told me that she wanted to focus on her career, but I knew it was because of you. Because she still loved you." Finn nodded, seeming close to tears himself and stood to dump out his remaining cereal.
"Well, I hope you, like, sleep good Eve. I mean, good night." I had to smile at how awkward the man was around me.
"Sweet dreams Finn."
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I woke up early the next morning, and stretched, looking briefly at the clock. I was up earlier than usual and, if mom had been right about anything, Finn was probably still in a deep slumber. I decided to get up anyway and explore the triplex, to get a better idea of where things were. I made my bed and left my room, starting down the hallway, only to be called into another room by a very pretty voice. When I entered, the first thing I noticed was all the pink. Then, in the middle in the giant king sized bed, was the small blonde who I now suspected to be Quinn's daughter.
"Hello Eve. We were never formally introduced. My name is Heather Fabray, I'm Quinn's daughter." I shook her dainty hand and smiled at her. Well, maybe she wasn't like her mother. Then, she stood and walked over to her closet.
"I just wanted your opinion about something. My clothing choices for the fashion show today." Oh. Right. The fashion show. Carole had mentioned it to me, and I heard Finn and Quinn arguing about it. Apparently, I was set to go as well.
I searched through the closet before seeing plaid mini skirt.
"Oh my god! This is so cute! You should totally wear it!" Then, my thoughts became realistic. "Wait. Can you even go that outlandish at a society party around here?" I asked. Heather's eyes went wide.
"Eve! Of course you can! Show up in a long fancy dress and you'll be a laughing stock!" My shoulders lifted slightly.
"Well, thanks for telling me. I'm just setting in here and I want to be accepted." Heather smiled brightly at me.
"Well, we are going to be sisters one day right?" She outstretched her hand and I took it smiling.
"Yeah." I waved and left to pick out my own outfit for the day.
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"Eve! Are you almost done?" Quinn called up the stairs impatiently. I stared around the bathroom, which was littered with tons of hair care products. Then, I looked in the mirror at myself, pretty much, a complete mess. I was nowhere near presentable enough for the fashion show. Oh God. My mother was starting to rub off on me.
"Go on without me!" I yelled down to them. "I'll meet you there!" I heard Quinn's impatient huff and rolled my eyes. Bitch. Oh wait, she was nice one you got to know her. Fat chance of that.
It took me about seven minutes to pick out my outfit. I eventually decided on a shirt that said, ROCK PAPER SCISSORS LIZARD SPOCK, and a pair of dark wash Juicy skinny jeans. Then I pulled on my dark brown Steve Madden boots and a greenish grey military jacket. Straightening then curling my hair and applying some mascara and lipgloss, I swung my black spiked bag over my shoulders and ran out of the triplex, taking an elevator to the bottom. Finn's chauffeur Stanley was waiting for me and drove me to the show in seconds flat. Thank God, I had made it.
As I entered the show, I was swept up into a crowd of models and stylists and had no idea where I was going. Then, I arrived behind the stage. Crap. I walked over to a man with a headset and was about to ask where the seats were, when I was shoved on stage. On stage. With Quinn watching. As soon as I stepped out, I noticed all the sitting people in pretty cocktail dresses. Heather had a smug look on her face. That little... The man with the headset pushed me farther on stage and glared at me. What choice did I have? I pulled off my jacket and swung it over my shoulder, strutting down the catwalk. Then, I saw Michael St. James sitting in the audience, with a man who looked like he could be his double. Both were smirking at me pompously. What the hell was going on? As I started back up the catwalk, I decided to flaunt it a bit and turned, sticking out my hand. The moment would have been perfect, if I didn't trip on the carpet, and go flying into someone's arms. I could hear Heather laughing, Quinn shouting, and Finn... I righted myself and looked at my dad. He was smiling softly, as if remembering something, then sobered once Quinn's words had sunk in. I had disappointed him, and probably not for the last time. I should be gotten rid of. Finn stood from his seat next to the runway and stormed away, I guessed about to arrange my plane ticket home. Of course it wouldn't last. He probably hated me now.
"Fancy foot work up there Berry." I turned to Kyle smirking at me, but more amused than assholish like Michael's.
"I try." I smirked back, raising an eyebrow. Kyle burst out laughing, and grabbed my arm, dragging me away.
"Where are we going?" I demanded. "And what are you doing here?" Kyle brought me to a balcony where the sun was setting. He turned and smiled at me, pulling off his aviators so I could see his face for real. He seemed pleased.
"This is one of my jobs. I do security. Guy's gotta make a living right?"
"Make a living?" I snorted. "You still live with your parents." He glared half-heartedly at me.
"It's good experience for when I am on my own. My dad always says he doesn't want me to be a dead beat like him. His jobs are small time and rare. The only serious job he ever had was a guitarist for this band a few years back. That brought in good money for awhile, but sometimes my mom had to work two or three jobs at a time to pick up his slack. I don't want to be like that." I put a hand on his arm.
"You won't be. I promise." He turned to look at me. We both set our elbows on the balcony's banister and were leaning over the side. He leaned in slightly.
"You know, I'm not really an asshole. Just to my sister." I smirked slightly, leaning away from him.
"I know." The door behind us flew open, to reveal Michael St. James. He was absolutely gorgeous as usual, but something seemed off. He wasn't friendly, he was snobby.
"Hello Eve. I must commend for your excellent fashion sense. It just so happened to be for the wrong event." He approached us closer and looked disdainfully at Kyle. "Puckerman. It's nice to see you again. I wasn't aware you were part of society." Kyle all but glared back and glanced at me out of the corner of eye.
"I'm not, just a slave laborer for you rich snobs." He turned to look at me. "Have a good night Eve. By the way, I love that shirt." He blew me a kiss and sauntered away. And just as he was being wonderful, he fucked it up again. Boys. Michael inserted himself in front of me, blocking the retreating Kyle from my view.
"So. Despite, your mess up on the runway, I still like you. I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. To the opera and a nice dinner." I thought back to our talk on the plane and how friendly he seemed. Then, the smirks he and his father wore and how he talked to Kyle. Honestly, I didn't even know what to think anymore.
"Thanks for the invitation." I replied honestly. "But I'm just getting settled in society and everything around here, adjusting to my new family. A boyfriend would be too much on my plate. Maybe soon though." Michael nodded curtly, and gave me a half smile. It was all too obvious that he wasn't used to being rejected.
"I'll take your answer politely Eve, but sooner or later, I'll expect to take you to the opera." He turned and left through the doors. I was just about to take a breath and think everything through, when I heard more shouting from Quinn.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GOING TO BE STAYING WITH US FOR THE WHOLE SUMMER!?" Looking down at my boots, I turned to look off the balcony and chuckled bitterly. How much easier would my life be, if I just jumped off? Shaking my head, I took a deep breath and went back inside. Time to find out what the hell was going on.
