Golden Girl

12. Fangirls

Song of the Chapter: Love me by The 1975

The microwave beeps loudly.

I take out my mug of hot chocolate, and make my way to the living room.
Sienna is watching Tv, and the boys are sound asleep...for now.
I take a bite out of a brownie, and proceed to watch tv.
"What shall we do today?" I ask.
"Go to the beach."
"Sure."

We stare at the television screen once again, swallowed by silence.
"Hey you know... We should go to New York for New Year's Eve." I suggest.
"Yeah okay." Sienna replies, clearly not paying attention.
I switch off the Tv.
"We are making freaking New Years Plans!"
I yell.
"Jesus Christ." Sienna exclaims.

Dylan pokes his head out of the bedroom.
"Do you mind?"
"No not at all thank you for asking."
He rolls his eyes and shuts the door.
I grab Sienna's hand, and drag her to the terrace.

"Okay so I have a penthouse in Central Park. It has 6 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a living room, terrace, kitchen, and all that junk.
I sit down on a chair.
"So you're saying we could invite more people?" Sienna asks.
"Well Logan and I will sleep in one room, you and Dylan in the other. So that is two rooms total. And then there's 4 rooms left."
"Jen and Lucy are invited right?"
"Yeah. yes. Definitely."
I sip my cocoa.
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I look out the window of the plane, as we slowly ascended into the clouds. I worked hard for this view, considering that I wrestled it from Dylan. I looked over to Dylan and Logan who are sleeping. Sienna is looking at a People magazine. I take my iPad out of my carry on.

After multiple episodes of Teen Wolf, I got tired. I shut the window, I lay my head on Logan's shoulder, and drift off to sleep.

I wake up to the musty smell of the plane. I see Dylan and Logan standing up.
I pick up my things, and stand in line, waiting for people to gather their things and move.
We walk out in silence, straight to the baggage claim area.
I saw Logan take out his sunglasses, and I did the same. Good thing I'm in a hoodie.
I wait at the baggage claim, watching the little bags, slide away looking for their owners.
I look away from the hypnotizing contraption.
I see Sienna looking at her phone, Logan watching for the bags, and Dylan... Where's Dylan?
I hear screaming. I look behind me, and 5 feet away, I see screaming girls, forming a crowd around him.
Just doing the usual, pulling his hair, asking for autographs, and desperate people attempting at flirting.
I roll my eyes. Fangirls.
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I push through the door way into the kitchen of my home.
(I bet you're all thinking of Jessie right now😏)
"Let's get comfortable." I say.
"Okay." Dylan, sits on the couch, and flips on the Tv.
Sienna goes up to him, and pulls him by his hair. Somehow we find that his hair is his biggest weakness.
"We mean help us!" She exclaimed.
"Ow ow ow. You know I just had hundreds of fan girls touching and pulling my hair, right?"
"Shut up and go."

I climb up the stairs to the second floor, and open the door that says Kiara, in cursive letters on a pink wooden sign.
I dropped my luggage on the gray rug, and flopped down on my bed.
New Years Eve was all that's on my mind.

I skipped down the stairs, to see Dylan on the couch with a bowl of popcorn reading.
Yes reading. Not just any book, but 50 Shades of Grey. I clear my throat.
"Should I ask?" I say.
"It would be better if you didn't." He replies and flips a page.
Sienna walks out of the kitchen with a smile plastered on her face.
"We got front row seats to Times Square performance tonight!!!"
"Seriously?"
"Yes!"
We squeal and jump up and down like children. Its never easy to get tickets for the Times Square New Years performance. Celebrities or not.
Logan comes out of the kitchen, reading his own copy of 50 shades, drinking a strawberry milkshake, and sits on the couch.
"Seriously, what is with everybody and 50 Shades of Grey?"
Silence.
Sienna and I go upstairs to prepare.
I flip open my suitcase.
"Holy crap!" I yell.
"What?" Sienna says.
"I forgot my winter clothes. Ugh I'm so stupid!"
"So what? We'll go shopping for some. It's only 12:45."
"Thanks."
I put my hair in its usual messy bun, put in my sunglasses, get my purse, and follow Sienna out the door.
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I walk in the door of Forever 21, and look around for some decent winter clothes.
I am looking at a coat, when I get attacked by a mob of screaming fans, and paparazzi.
This hasn't happened to me in so long.
Reporters came swarming around. Why reporters? Nothing news worthy has happened to me lately.
I sheild my eyes from the flash, and try to sign as many things as I can.
The store keepers see commotion and trys to separate the crowd. Most of the fangirls and paparazzi have left, but reporters still stuck around. Why?
One reporter shoved a microphone in my face, which I really didn't appreciate.
"So Kiara. How have you been dealing with the death of your little sister Kayla?"
"What?" I ask in confusion. "My sister isn't dead. You've got it wrong. Probably wrong person." I continue.
What the hell? I am so confused right now. All I wanted was to get freaking clothes!

I drop the shopping bags on the floor of the living room.
I go upstairs on my laptop.
I couldn't stop thinking of what the reporter had said.
I open my laptop.
Stop Kiara. You're being paranoid. Kayla called you yesterday.
I thought.
She did. She wanted to make sure about the plans for today.
I looked up Kayla Hart on Google.
Pictures of her popped up. I clicked on a Wikipedia page of her, and scrolled down to Birth information.

Born: April 18, 1994 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Died: ---

I exhaled in relief. Stupid reporters. What is wrong with people?

Sienna and I continue our pampering session. I chose white jeans, a blue long sleeve shirt, a white vest with a fur lined hood, and white woven Uggs l that stretched up to my shins.
I also managed to find blue earrings to go along with the outfit, and a white scarf.
I looked over at Sienna who was finishing her makeup.
"You look nice." I said.
.I went into my closet, and picked out a light blue purse that matches my shirt, and white woven mittens.
SO MANY ACCESSORIES!!
Last but not least I picked some bracelets for a last touch.
And out the door we go.
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"Guys the ball's about to drop!" I exclaim.
Dylan and Logan snicker.
"Very mature. Grow some for a change."
I roll my eyes. The count down starts.
With beer bottles in our hands, and excitment in our eyes, we start counting too.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"
The ball explodes, and drops a huge amount of glitter and streamers on our heads.
Logan pulls me into a kiss. I kiss back.
I pull away.
"Happy New Years baby." I say softly.
He kisses me again.
This is the moment I've been waiting for. Since I was a little I've always wanted somebody to be next to me when New Years Hits. To exchange gifts with me for Christmas, and to tell me I'm beautiful when I'm doubting myself.

And That my friends is the end of this chapter.
What do you think? Should Kayla be dead?
Who ships Logan and Kiara?
What would be a good ship name for them..

Special shout out to 
Just because she wanted me too update immediately.

I am literally blown away by my readers.
Always reading new updates RIGHT AWAY. Some of you always voting and commenting.
Seems like my hangover chapters are the most popular😉
People...

*Awkward Silence*

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Sorry for my excitement.
Okay I'm done now.
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