Beguile

Nine

Now if Isabella had a normal mother then when she walked into the doorway of her house she would have been greeted with a "How was your day dear?" or perhaps the smell of meatloaf casserole from two nights ago reheating inside of their microwave drifting throughout the air. But since that was not the case as soon as she stepped a single mud crusted foot into the Domino's humble house she was met with the ear deafening sound of tacky Top 40's hit pop music blaring through the speakers causing the entire house to vibrate with energy. This may not have been a normal occurrence in a ordinary suburban family but since Isabella had to live with two very internet famous people i.e her mother and brother, parties filled with viners and youtubers have become a normality in the Domino's Friday schedule. It was clear that Isabella wasn't going to have the sit down dinner with her family she had hoped for so she retreated to her room for she couldn't be bothered making small talk with drunk beauty gurus and lifestyle vloggers tonight. The wooden spiral staircase leading to the second level of the home was jam-packed with young people socializing with each other and talking about who they may possibly collaborate in the new future and what challenges they may do. The bean bozzled challenge was so out so they all were thirsting for a fresh new challenge idea to do to entertain their eleven year old viewers. Isabella could occasionally hear Ian's prepubescent shrill voice shrieking classy phrases such as "Deez Nuts" and "What are those", you know the top tier trends and memes. Normally Isabella would just tune out their annoyingly raucous voices talking about things she had no interest in listening about until one conversation had caught her attention. 

"Oh my GOSH! Did you hear Niall got a new girl friend already? Didn't he just sleep with Selena Gomez? Who knew the boy had such game." said a young prepubescent looking boy who most likely could have been between the ages of 16 and 35. 

"Yeah! I saw a picture of the two of them walking out of that restaurant in LA that has really good pizza. She looks like a fuck!ng egg!" exclaimed the girl the boy was talking to, she had a delicate British accent which was a very big misconception of how snarky she really was. The two of them threw their heads back as they cackled. 

"Excuse me?" Isabella said unwelcomely poking her head into their conversation. She wasn't just going to stand by and let people talk trash about Grace behind her back in Isabella's own home. She bet half of these people didn't even know who's party this was but apparently that didn't matter. The more bodies dancing, the more sound they make, the more seemingly successful the party was. 

"Oh sorry are we in your way?" the girl apologized as she stood up to give Grace space to edge between them. 

"No, I just over heard your conversation, did you call Niall's new um girlfriend an egg?" Isabella asked her. 

"HA! Yeah, don't you agree? Its so sad how much he downgraded though. He could do way better." 

"Well, I disagree I think she's even better then Selena Gomez. In fact you look like a PIZZA ROLL MOTHERFUKER!" Isabella screeched as she got into her fighting stance. She was about to snatch the girl's cheap weave right out of her scalp. 

"What the hell? All I did was call some random chick an egg, whats wrong with that?" the girl asked, losing the relaxed and laid back portrayal she was displaying earlier. "You need to chill, damn you're uptight as hell. Here I know just the thing to loosen you up, NASH! Come here! And bring da weed hehe." A lanky boy who looked like a Walmart version of Harry Styles or Shaggy from Scooby Doo with long brunette locks eagerly headed towards the staircase with a joint in his hand. He was probably excited to get attention from an attractive girl such as the British girl Isabella was close to battling it out with. 

"Hey Zoella, whats up?" Nash said, popping the p. He then noticed an angry Isabella still standing next to the trio, in her attack demeanor  and was gracious enough to bless her presence with a simple bob of his head, some of the grease from his hair flicking off the strand and landing on Isabella's face. This action may also be referred to as the "money shot" in some cultures such as the trashier ones. 

"This girl," Zoella jabbed a french manicure adorned finger at Isabella, "Needs to relax, and you always have the best dope so yeah give her some."

"NO! I will not be pear pressured into drugs!" Isabella said with a disgusted look as she hit the blunt out of Nash's hand. As Nash quickly stomped on the joint, not wanting to be sued for any damaged property. Isabella then landed a firm palm onto Zoella's beautiful exfoliated face and the impact of the hand had knocked her right off of her Christian Louboutin high heels and onto the carpet floor of the house which was already coated with freshly hardened vomit from too much alcohol.  

"Hey guys! It's Sneaky Susan coming at ya with a daily vlog. Right now my son Ian who you may know, go check out his videos link in the description box below, anyways yes Ian and I are hosting a party with all my friends! Would you look at that it's-" Susan, Isabella's mother was currently recording a video blog about the party when she noticed the quivering girl lying on the floor in shock and pain and then Isabella's hand still raised in the air with an equally surprised facial expression displayed. She snapped the vloggie camera shut. "What happened here? Isabella care to explain?" her mother asked frantically as she helped the estranged Zoella off the floor. 

"Your b!tch arse daughter slapped me in the face after I made a innocent comment on some random chick Niall's dating and how her um physical attributes resemble an egg." Zoella gave Isabella a bitter look as she continued to grip her flaming cheek. 

"Isabella, care to explain? Why would you hit Zoella for calling what was the boy's name again? Nail? Yeah, why would you hit her for calling Nail's new girlfriend an egg? He's the guy in One Admission right, yeah I'm a hip mom but you don't even like that boy band?" her mom asked as she furrowed her eyebrows. She may have been more connected with the youth and their culture then normal moms due to her field of career working so closely with pop culture and the younger generation but that certainly didn't make her very knowledge about these kind of things especially boy bands. 

"Mom, its called One Direction, you know One band, One dream, One Direction? And his name's Niall not Nail. Get with it Jesus." Isabella said rolling her eyes. 

"And how did you learn so much about them? From what I recall you found them annoying and a disgrace to music is that not true?" her poor confused mother asked her. 

"Okay, well Niall's new girlfriend is Grace so yeah why wouldn't I defend her? And I never said those exact words adios." Isabella said waving her hand as a way of portraying her exit. She was getting tired of the loud, head thumping music playing and the scent of marijuana drifting throughout the air wasn't helping either. She might have actually been slowly getting high due to the fumes from Nash Grier's blunt. Yikes. 

Isabella continued her itinerary to go upstairs and hide in her room where she won't be bothered by tipsy teenagers (and middle aged mothers ahem Susan). Life was weird especially with a mother who hung out with teenagers Isabella's age and even considered them some of her closest friends and a best friend who was participating in a secret relationship with Niall Horan who was having secret rendezvous with Julian Bunetta otherwise known as Hairy Pooter. She had just come up with that nickname and she had to admit it was her best work yet even if it didn't make sense out of meme context but screw the ignorant meme haters.