AN: I love being able to be so evil and not being judged for it. I couldn't wait to write this chapter because I'm sure it'll even out some of the questions that the first three, short and juicy chapters didn't. We also get to see two people I love very much.
Carmendee: I know! BN was so epic, and now they're giving all their story lines to CB. Chuck is gay in the books for Christ sakes! No one is a literal translation of any of the older chapters, but no-one is quite themselves either. Thank you for catching that B! Miley will be like her, but they'll be different, as will Chuck/Jake…you'll see. I have made up my mind on Mikayla, and someone else although you won't see either or them or what they're like for another few chapters. The adults will be in here for more than just snippets, but I'm building off the HM fan base so you'll have to be patient. I don't like show-Jenny either, I really only like show-Blair, and I despiseshow Vanessa.
nazgurl92: Miley is being…well, yeah. Appearances can be deceiving though. I'm not commenting on the couples, I'm just gonna go where the drama takes me. And no-one is anyone. Well, B, N, S, C, V, and D are themselves actually. The HM crew, they're somewhere in the middle between their show selves and their evil sides magnified about a hundred degrees for the Upper East Side.
c-melle: I myself am also a total Lollie fan, they're just…gah. Although this story doesn't have any specific couples, any and everything has the possibility of happening. Except Zac Efron, my muse and I have an agreement that he shall never arise in any of my stories unless it is to murder him. There are people who are related, besides G3, but I'm not telling who. I have finally figured out what to do with Jackson! There's too many J's though…and too many M's…
Princess Cutie: Loliver. There it is. Jk. We'll see what happens, you never know. I might just make Lackson happen. Or Moliver. Or Lake…and many more.
surprise, surprise v
Vanessa Abrams was sitting on the couch, basically drunk, watching the new Ken Mogul movie and wondering how someone she'd once looked up to so much could have become such a sellout. She had just refilled her glass of cheap red wine, and she was swishing the liquid around, watching it rather than the pathetic excuse for an indie film. The door creaked open and she glanced up, only to drop the glass onto the rug of her Brooklyn loft. It splintered into her foot, forcing her to pry her eyes away from the last person she'd ever expected to see. Well, second to last person…but we'll get to that. Won't we?
"Shit," She hissed, leaning down to squeeze her foot.
"Mom, you know you shouldn't do that it'll just make the blood gush," She heard someone from above sigh. "Hold it up and I'll go into the kitchen and get you a towel to stop the bleeding with." Vanessa glared up, but her daughter was already retreating to the kitchen. Her long blond hair fell in a curtain behind her, reminding her of someone else just like always. It was unfair really, that her daughter who came from a line of dark-haired, dark-eyed people should get the recessive, pretty genes so easily and look so much like her. Next to her, her date scooted around uncomfortably on her brown leather couch.
Ooo…looks like someone doesn't want to be her new daddy.
"You have a daughter?" He asked, setting his intact wine glass on the table. She nodded glumly, bending her leg so the bleeding was above her heart just as she'd been instructed. "I…uh…you lied to me."
She glared at him, "You never asked." Her daughter came back into the room, holding a black dishtowel and wrapped it around her foot delicately. This had always been the way it was with them, Vanessa had always been the child out of the two of them.
"Uh, hi," He said to the beautiful teenager standing there, not looking at him. She still failed to acknowledge his existence.
Meow, someone brought their claws with them. She'll need them here.
"You should probably leave," He looked at her, and then glanced at the younger Abrams. "Now," She clarified and he stood up, straightening out his shirt.
"I'll call you, alright?" He questioned hopefully, trying to look her in the eye.
"Great," She replied flatly, her brown orbs fixed on the wall. He let himself out and she turned her attention to her daughter, who had let go of the towel and was sitting on the floor in front of her. She had her nose wrinkled in disgust at the movie playing. She snatched the remote and shut it off quickly. Still the girl sat there, staring at the screen and not speaking.
Wow, she must have really inherited her mom's love of black.
They sat there in silence, and Vanessa let her gaze pour into the back of her head, waiting for her to look up. She didn't. "Lilly," Se hissed suddenly. Her daughter peered back at her, blue eyes looking at her tiredly as if she was some toddler in constant need of entertainment. Aw, does V want a cookie? Too bad, it's nap time. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm living here," She stated, not locking eyes with her. "I'm sick of living with Grandma, Grandpa, Ruby, and Piotr. Piotr is trashy and he smells bad, and he's always painting nude people, with dogs." Vanessa smiled in spite of herself, he was weird. Perfect for Ruby maybe, but definitely a nutcase. "And Grandpa hardly ever wears clothes, I'm sick of getting up in the morning to have breakfast only to have it ruined by the fact that I can't concentrate on my Cocoa Puffs because he's making a new sculpture and his butt is on display." That had been a problem in her childhood too, especially when she'd had people over. "You aren't making me leave again. If you do, I'm going to live with Dad. I don't care if you hate him or not. I'm sick of being a freak just because you can't stand the fact that I'm better than you at everything." Here's a case of the apple falling so far from the tree it became a flower in the process.
Vanessa sighed. If she sent her away, she'd keep her word and go live with Dan. And Dan would ruin her. If she stayed here…Mommy would end up jumping out the window? "Get your coat," She grumbled, pushing herself off the floor. Hopefully her Doc Marten's wouldn't be too painful on her freshly scared foot. Lilly shook her head, staying where she was. "We're not leaving, you can stay here. For now, at least."
Lilly marched into the kitchen, coming back with her gray, bubble-material coat. "Where are we going?" She asked, the corners of her mouth turning up in a playful smile. She'd always loved surprises, even the bad ones like her 6th birthday party when grandpa had gotten her an alpaca. Can you saw ew?
"The Archibalds," Vanessa returned, swinging open the metal door. Lilly just looked confused.
Looks like someone's feeding her little bunny to the wolves.
AN: OMG, they're going to Blair and Nate's? Where little Miss M is? And Jake? What will happen? Why haven't we seen the Jonas Brothers? Is this a Moliver story or a Loliver?
Who knows, but as they say New York never sleeps.
