Kaylor Family One-Shots

Libby and the Alcohol

Karlie's P.O.V

Waking up today and rolling over I just had a feeling that the day was going to be a day where everything was going to go wrong. Climbing out of bed I notice that it's nearly 10.00am so that means that I'm probably the only one still at home because Libby will be at her Senior Ditch Day and they were going to the beach and Taylor will be a the studio perfecting her latest star, Sienna Marshall's newest single. You may all be wondering why we aren't in Nashville anymore and to put it simply, it's warmer out here during winter, it hardly ever gets cold and this is somewhere that Libby can surf since we live in Beverly Hills. Libby has been a student at Beverly Hills high for three years now and to be honest it's the best choice we could have made for her. She's been making friends like mad and now with college offers to University of California Berkeley and offers to go West to Texas and even further to my alma mater New York University, Taylor and I couldn't be prouder of her. We've been lucky with Libby, she's always been a polite child and even when the time came to be thrust into the spotlight of Hollywood she handled it perfectly. She tries to avoid it as much as possible and so we have had our best security guards trailing her for the last year since she began driving. She lets us, knowing that it's for her safety more than anything else.

Taylor and I had thought often about adopting another child but we were happy with Libby, I know that our parents are worried about what will happen when Libby goes off to college but I hope that we don't feel too empty nested. We are still registered and have passed all the tests that they put you through so at least if we decide we do want to adopt again we can do it easily which is nice to know. Walking downstairs I notice that Libby's stuff is lying everywhere. I guess she tried on nearly everything before finding something she liked. It makes me smile, I never thought that it would be possible to have a child with being in a same sex relationship but it became possible and Taylor and I leapt at the opportunity to adopt. I walk into the kitchen humming along to one of Taylor's old songs, 'Blank Space' but stop as soon as I reach the kitchen; inside almost ten pairs of eyes look back at me. "What the?" I question as I glance around looking for the pair that belong to my daughter. "Hey everyone I found it, who wants some...mama?" I turn around and am met by a pair of eyes that I know as well as my own after all this time. "Yeah that's me. Mama, Mrs not so nice woman...what are you doing squirt?" She cringes at the nickname that Cara gave her years ago that I use against her, she knows when I use it, it generally means she is in trouble. "Nothing. Nothing at all." I turn to her friends who are lounging in my kitchen and as I meet the eyes of some of them, they look away. I turn back to Libby who is looking uncomfortable. "I think it's time your friends left Libby." I state as she nods and looks behind me. Some of them don't even wait for her to say it before they leave, others like her core four friends, Annie, Dana, Polly and Tessa wait and say goodbye and that they will call her later, Taylor and I have always called them the core five. I watch Libby hug them all and I have to fight to stay mad at her. She knows it too. As soon as Tessa leaves, I notice that nearly all the junk from the lounge is gone and I realize that it was all her friends crap.

I turn and leave to get dressed but Libby follows knowing what I want to say won't be quick. She sits on the ottoman at the end of the bed where the cats are sleeping as I make my way into the wardrobe that we have, it's a walk in and I get dressed quickly before making my way back out but still not starting that conversation with her. "Mama would you just yell at me and get it over with. Mom will be back soon." I look at her in shock but of course she doesn't want to include Taylor, who never gets angry but instead plays the disappointment card which gets at Libby more than yelling. I'm definitely the harsher parent but no less one who loves Libby and Libby knows I yell at her because I feel strongly about what I am yelling about. The last time I really yelled was six months ago when Libby arrived home from a party on the arms of two of her 'friends' that I had never seen before. They simply left Libby with security at the gate and bolted it. When I questioned Libby a few days later she admitted that none of the other core five were there. When Taylor asked her why she was even there she mentioned that a few were friends she had from the surf team, not that we are biased about people and where they come from but many of the 'friends' Libby claims to have are suspect at best. As one of her mom's I always worry but Taylor is a natural worrier and worries enough for both of us. I turn to Libby and see her looking nervous and I take pity on her, "look Libby, mom and I know that you are mature and you have core group of friends and you've been having lots of success with surfing lately." I pause and look at her before continuing, "we don't want you taken advantage of. It was one of our fears when we adopted you that people would take advantage of you because of who we are and our wealth but now we worry that people will try to cash in on your surfing and drag you down." I look up and see Libby nodding so at least I know she is listening. "I realise that mama, but like you said I'm mature and I think I can do the right thing by myself now." I nod at her, knowing that she doesn't understand about being mature but something will happen and she will understand one day. But instead I nod and let her go, as she reaches the door I say. "Only the core in the house though, especially if we're not up or home okay?" she looks at me and nods. Ten minutes later she is talking on her phone to Annie, whose brother Dixon surfs with Libby.