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ESTEE
BURNING ALCOHOL BLED INTO Estee's nostrils as her arm wrapped around Brianna, pulling her into a tight one-armed hug. It was strange, having her here, especially now. Estee knew she would have to face Ellie's wrath once she 'found out' about Brianna and Fuckshit. It had never been Estee's intention to hurt her by not telling her the truth before she got to LA, but she had missed her more than anyone ever, she just wanted her to be in LA with her. Fuckshit's tall figure appeared behind her as his voice filled the entire house it seemed. His hair was longer than ever, falling down to his back, still the beautiful golden he'd always had. Facial hair barely filled his face, but it was still seeable. It had gotten longer since Estee had last seen him. He shot a smile before turning to wish Ray the happiest of birthdays — Estee hoped it would be the happiest, at least.
Her eyes turned to peer into the dark hallway, hoping Ellie would magically appear and Ray's birthday would stay happy and fun. But something told her it wouldn't.
Shaking her head, she returned to what she was doing before Bri made her grand entrance; filling the red solo cup with alcohol. She would regret drinking later, though.
"Hiii, Estee" Estee turned as Fuckshit fell into the bar stool in front of her, running his hand through his mane of curls. "Hi Fuckshit. Doing well with her, I see" the boy's eyes turned to face Brianna. He studied her for a moment, her now short brown pixie cut, her baby brown skin and dark brown eyes.
"I guess" Estee's eyebrows furrowed as she leaned her elbows onto the marble counters, "you guess?" she asked him, making a sigh fall from his lips.
"Yeah, I guess. We're not even official, and I don't think we ever will be, ya'know? We're just kinda—"
"Fuck buddies."
Fuckshit looked up at Estee before his lips formed into a straight, embarrassed line. "Something like that."
Estee nodded as her eyes shot from Fuckshit to Brianna. She debated on telling him. She could tell him that Ellie was here — in the next room over, in fact — or she could let him find out on his own, which may cause hell to break loose.
"What's wrong?" Estee looked at him as friendly concern filled his face.
She sighed before moving so close to him that he backed away for a moment as confusion clouded his face.
"Do you ever... think about trying to get into contact with her again? Don't you wanna see her or talk to her?" Fuckshit's face went from confusion to sadness in a matter of seconds. His eyebrows dropped, as did his shoulders.
