Stone Castle

Lonely Summer Knights

(Prior to reading each chapter, i would suggest pressing play on the video and then swiping over to the following image. Each picture is a hint to the future.)

She was beautiful. Lucy stone twirled across the dance floor in her silky red dress a glass of sangria in one hand, a cigarette in the other. She came to a pause and smiled up into the air closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath through her nose. The ballroom was empty. Her great grandmother had left her the castle in her will and she honestly didn't know what to do with herself. While yes she could have sold it and kept the money spending it on something to stabilize her life, she felt this was stable enough. she was finally finding her self but she felt alone.

She looked up to the glass ceiling and peered through it at the night time sky. She sighed. Setting the glass down on the table behind her she ashed her cigarettes in a small white ash trey and made one more spin before exiting the room going down the long chamber hallway and ascending the stairs to her boudoir. 'What are my boys up too?' she wondered. She picked up her chord phone and sat on her bed stretching her legs out the fabric of the dress she wore cascading down her calves and drooping off the mattress in a beautifully sad disposition.

"Hello?"

"Kendall?" Lucy asked with a sad undertone.

"Lucy? i didn't recognize the caller ID whats wrong? Where are you that's such a strange area code?" He sounded worried as he shifted the phone to his other ear.

"I'm in Bora Bora... i need you to fly here quickly there's... there's been an accident." She twirled the chord in her fingers and she smiled sheepishly. knowing he could not see her face made her feel evil.

"An accident... Lucy i can't really afford a trip to Bora Bora..."He responded honestly.

She laughed and drew her breath in short. "I'll cover the expenses." She promised.

He paused for a moment not sure how to respond. He looked around at the people surrounding him. He was at a party in Hollywood, his agent was trying to help him get relevant once again. He didn't want to be here... He didn't want to keep up this charade. He had a few thousand dollars saved up in his bank account and while no he wouldn't spend it on a trip to Bora Bora he might need to leave this tiring life of the big screen behind. No one needs to know what you're doing all the time. "How quickly do you want me to be out there?" He asked.

"Ill send for you this evening." She laughed casually whispering: "Ill see you soon." Before hanging up the phone. She stood up slowly allowing the dress to fall down to her ankles and she grabbed the bottle of sangria off her nightstand and walked to the bathroom connected to her bedroom. The sea shell sink, the marble flooring, the shiny diamonds that laced the massive tub. She filled it to the brim before slipping her body into its warmth covering her self with bubbles and drowning the rest of the wine.

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A tap on her door she opened her eyes. "come in." She smiled. The door opened and a young woman walked in. It was her cousin, Santana Lopez. "You made it." Lucy grinned.

Santana propped herself up on the sink with her bowl in hand. Flicking the lighter on she drew in a deep breath and blew smoke into the air. "I know you miss her." Santana was ruthless, she grew up in Ohio and was a very rude and mouthy kid her whole life. She is a bit different now. Much more mature but still defensive. She was finally letting herself breath.

"You don't mind staying with me?" Lucy asked kindly. She peered through her bubbles at her cousin. The two of them were so close they could be considered sisters. Santana merely laughed like Lucy had told some sort of joke.

"I'll stay as long as you will have me." Santana laughed and handed her a towel.

Lucy climbed out wrapping the fabric around her, pulling her hair into a ponytail and viewing upon her silhouette in her looking glass. She smiled at her reflection. This was going to be a great week. She got dressed in a silky, soft, fluffy red robe. She put curls in her hair, the same her grandmother used to use. Then grabbed the bottle before heading downstairs. She slowly descended the stairs and just around the bend she saw her sweet innocent Kendall. He stood in the open door frame in his tuxedo with the sleeves removed. She eyed the bow tie, it was a little crooked. When she reached the last step she walked up to him and straightened the tie before wrapping her arms around his neck and feeling all of her worry and grief flow away.