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Wings
side chapter
Stella,
Spain
She had been calmly reading another magazine in her marble bath when Bloom called, asking how was Italy, and if she made any new friends. Stella replied with: "Italy? Oh, I'm in Spain now."
A pause. And then, "What?"
Stella looked at her chipped nail polish. "But I'm leaving today. Do you have any ideas where I should go? I was thinking of Moscow, but..."
On the phone, a frustrated sigh met her ears. "Stella! You have to live in one place for the credit! Moving around from London and Paris and Milan and Tokyo and now - "
" - Barcelona."
" - is going to get you flunked! Do you hear me? Stay in Barcelona."
Stella rolled her eyes. Someone had boy troubles. "Is that Sky guy calling you back?" she asked gently, all motherly affection and curiosity.
"...No. Shut up."
Stella sighed again. Her nails were bothering her. "Well, darling, if it makes you feel better, the next time I move I'll stay."
"Okay," said Bloom. "Good."
She bought the first plane ticket leaving in fifteen minutes. Her six suitcases packed, her handbag looking perfect, and her shoes without a single scruff, Stella daintily snapped her fingers.
She appeared at the airport entrance sparkling with gold dust. A few boys - not men - noticed. So did their girlfriends.
And so did the security cameras, she noticed distantly. Eh.
By the time Stella was on the plane and it was off – with her drinking mineral water – she didn't care where she was going.
Until the pilot said Twin Soun. Where the heck was Twin Soun?
"Excuse me?" she asked politely. The smiling flight attendant turned to her. "Where is the plane going to?"
The woman gave her a pitying glance. I'm doomed. "It's a little town in Oregon. Quaint, from what I hear, with a little western touch."
"Western?" she squeaked.
"You know dear, such as cowboy hats and sheriffs? Little things like that."
Cowboy hats. Not after the pageant disaster…
When the woman turned around, her hand immediately reached to her handbag. Where was - ?
Oh. Her dust was all used up.
Brandon honestly had no idea what to think when a (pretty) girl with some kind of gold aura came to Twin Soul.
She arrived in a limo, and when she stepped out (ignoring the surprised expressions) with the Rich Girl Pose, her nose slightly lifted in the air, all he could do was moan.
This meant boys were going to be morons and girls will be dieting. Which meant they'd be coming to him, the go-to guy.
And there goes all the time for that new videogame…
And while he was feeling like a complete gloom, the girl – probably not even from Twin Soun – turned in his general direction and began walking toward the little occupied bench with long, smooth strides. A few of his so-called friends shot him dirty looks.
He could barely meet her large brown eyes before she cocked a hip and said, "I'll be staying with you for now."
I'm not dead. Really.
Sorry for the terrible chapter - I kinda threw something together after the reviews kept coming in.
I really am sorry for the tardiness and everything - my plans just dried up.