Ivy's pov:
"Ivy. What would you do if I told you, no." Lily tilts her head to the left looking at me with the 'bitch face' all of my siblings inherited from our mother. I may have just asked her if I could fly with her and Rowan home 40 minutes before the flight.
Could I fly on a separate plane?
Yes.
But do I want to?
No.
"I would have simply came with you anyway." I shrug tossing my duffle bag into the trunk of their Mini Cooper. "I promise I won't bother you and Ro-Ro." I lift my sunglasses up and smile like a idiot.
"Ughhh," she rolls her eyes and nods her head. You'd never know she was my sister if you saw her today or even most days. Her blue eyes are covers by her Chanel sunglasses, she's dressed in a lavender sun dress. She has a sun tan that I definitely don't have either.
"Why do you look like that?" I ask hopping in the back seat, behind, Lily and Rowans seat. Lily closes the door and hands Rowan her handbag while she buckles her seatbelt.
"Because I don't like things to be short notice." She doesn't like spare of the moment things is the actual answer. It has to be perfectly planned out or else Lily loses her cool.
"Lil, it's fine," Rowan says, kissing my older sister cheek. "It's fun having Ivy around." Rowan always was nice to me growing up. He hung out with me when Lily wouldn't, drove me places when she had stuff to do. Lily can't cook worth a damn so he would cook for me and Astrid when Lily watched us. It was like he was my older brother.
I stick my head between their seats, "yeah, it's not like I'm living with you again. You and Rowan can do whatever y'all want." I thinking about what I just said and the smirk on Lily's face makes me want to change my words. I can read her dirty mind like I can read sheet music. "Except that, Lily Rose."
Her lips turn into a fine line while she glares at me though her glasses. "Weren't you just making out with a guy at a party?" Why is she so fucking persistent?
"What about it Lily? You and Rowan make out, why can't I make out with a nice guy?" I pull my black hoodie over my head before throwing myself back into my seat.
"Mama Brice isn't gonna like the outfit, Vee," I know that wearing a black tracksuit and combat boots won't roll over well with our mother, but I'll change for the party it's not like she'll get mad.
I let out a breath, "she'll live," I shrug my shoulder pulling my phone out my pocket. Me and Angelo have been texting all morning. His most recent text is about to make me burst out laughing though.
Angelo:
Is your outfit black? You look hot in all black (really hot in black🔥) but I remember you saying something about color and I don't believe that to be in your vocabulary tesoro
Me:
I know what color is you dumbass
Angelo:
Just checking honey
Me:
My dress isn't black it's white.
Something else I wear might be black tho
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All I want
Romance"Kiss me." "What?" Angelo asks like it's a confusing concept. "Kiss me and I'll go up on stage with you and sing. You said you wanted me to sing." "That's it?" "That's it." Young and dumb is one way of putting it. Angelo Rome grew up with a goal...
