The Aristocrat

They call it companionship

Friday 2nd.

My family were no strangers to a scandal or two. Smiles forced and skeletons locked away in the basement.

Although it was all a lie; the perfected exterior we possessed, it was a lie we wore well. My mother never had a hair out of place and had dedicated her life in ensuring neither did we. Both Caspian and Oliver had a promising future ahead of them with a definite place on my father's company's board. And though I deemed my future path, undecided, my mother has always expected me to follow in her pathway; get rich, marry rich, stay rich. And though my father hadn't voiced to me any expectations he had for my future yet, I knew he was expecting high things.

But thankfully, in amongst the uncertainty of my future, were my friends. Completely insane and irresponsible, they were the most real thing I had going. Separately we were probably nothing more than the conceited rich kids of London's elite but together I liked to believe that we were partially normal 18-year-olds.

"Andra!" Ivy's elevated voice called outside my room. The door flung open on instant and revealed her in all her glory.

She grinned brightly at me as her long legs strutted past my door frame, her high black heels guiding her in. Her short platinum blonde hair was pulled back in to a smooth ponytail and she wore a short black dress that hugged her figure.

Behind her strolled in two other people. Fleur padded her way over to my bed placing herself gracefully down, whilst Chester moved to my desk and sat down on my chair.

"Hey Andra," Fleur smiled softly, slowly pushing a strand of her curled black hair off her forehead. Her faded gold dress crumpled delicately around her on the bed and her hands brushed over the material attempting to straighten it out.

"Hi Fleur," I smiled at her through the mirror at my dressing table, "Chester."

Chester nodded and grinned brightly to me, "How are you?"

"I'm good, why weren't you in school today?" I asked while I continued to do my make-up. I stroked my eyelashes with my brush carefully coating on a layer of mascara.

"Slept in by accident," He smirked sheepishly. He was dressed up in a pair of skinny black trousers and a plain white top, his sandy blonde hair seeming shorter, neater.

"Sure, by accident," I teased lightly "Where's Hugo and Victoria?"

"Meeting us there," Ivy explained having opened my wardrobe and digging shamelessly through it "I'm betting they just wanted a little bit longer in the backseat of his car."

"He said that they were having dinner with his parents," Fleur reasoned, her innocent mind an adorable contrast to Ivy's not so innocent one.

Ivy scoffed, "And I tell people this is my natural hair colour. We all tell little lies honey."

I laughed beneath my breath watching in the mirror as Fleur shook her head at Ivy before dropping her gaze to inspect her painted cherry nails.

A knock on my open door made us all spin our heads around. Caspian stood tall in the doorway, his eyes watching over us all. He had one hand tucked casually into his trousers pocket and he leant all nonchalant against the door frame. I'd yet to convince him to come out with us and this was the perfect time.

"Hey brother," I said sweetly twisting my torso to face him better.

"Andra, do you know where Oliver went?" He asked as his eyes regarded the others, smiling politely at them. His gaze lingered over Chester for a moment longer than it had the others before it dragged back over to me.

"No clue, why?"

"Because he said he was going to come with me tonight to the Lounge," He explained.