IN WHICH the heiress to grunge is swooned by the king of garage rock in a lifelong affair over the span of three decades, always fervidly dancing on the edge of crashing and burning...
[2000s JULIAN CASABLANCAS x GROUPIE!OC]
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"What are you gonna wear?" Marc took a drag of his cigarette on the couch of his east village terrace. Warm August wind crept through the rooftop and Stella's hair as she leaned against the brick ledge. She wore the latest Chanel runway, a sheer top layered over a baby tee and structured pants all tied off with a Cambon bag and a chain belt. "I have no idea." Stella huffed. Arms folded over her stomach, she paced towards Sofia who held her arms open with a playful pout. She enveloped her sweetly, "Poor baby, she doesn't know what she'll wear to the VMA's. With her greasy rockstar boyfriend. Poor little rich girl, what shall she do?!" Stella playfully shoved off her and smacked her chest, "Oh you're so annoying!" Laughing, she ran off to sit next to Marc, playfully dropping dead. "What did I do to deserve Cobain and Coppola royalty in my own backyard?" his hand came down to affectionately smack her thigh.
The three had been friends since Stella could remember. Sofia was always present as an older sister and one of her closest friends after Chloë, so was Marc. Stella had landed her face for several Louis Vuitton campaigns over the past year while he used her as creative inspiration and created custom pieces. By August 2002, the boys were downtown legends and Stella had finished her most successful season of Fashion week in both Paris and New York. Versace had sighted her for their summer campaign and her ass was all over the city for a good couple of months in a bright red swimsuit. Is this it? Had singlehandedly saved rock in the city and now wherever she went she could hear the murmur of Julian's name or a west village boy in a suit top and jeans.
Post tour, existing was still just as exhilarating as it was on the road. Romance had found its way through their constricted being. Stella slept with her nose tucked into Julian's neck until midday on Sunday mornings and gazed at him lovingly as he recorded demos at dawn. She wore his jacket over her Marni tops and kept his letters in her Paddington bag. Her phone buzzed from her pocket as she retrieved it. Groaning while her body wriggled and contorted on the couch in a lazy attempt to grab it, much to Marc's laughter and Sofia's scoff.
Julian's text came through.
J: no wrd on what u r wearin yet?
S: no :/ what abt u?
J: same as always
S: tshirt n jeans?? to vmas?? u r crazy.
J: not a big deal.
S: ur so lazy
J: not lazy just fashionable. u wldnt understand.
A stupid smile came over her face as she typed. One that Sofia immediately caught. "She is so whipped!" she laughed, ruffling her hair as she took a seat by them. "No, I'm not!" Stella whined at being distracted from finishing her text. A pillow flung across the patio as Sofia scoffed and threw it back, sending both of them into a full-blown fight. "Animals! These tiles are imported!" Marc screamed with an amused gaze in his eyes. The girls tumbled to the floor in squeals and laughs. Breathlessly, Sofia turned to her, "You're not wearing a Marc design?" He chuckled from the couch as he shook his head, "She's too famous for us now. Just enough for Julian." That caused her to sit right up with her mouth agape. "Marc!" she gasped, "I'm not even famous." They burst out into laughter with wind in their hair, the terrace covered in afternoon sun.
