Fortunes & Follies - ON HIATUS!! (sorry)

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It was 9:13 on a Thursday morning, and the airport was packed much to the annoyance of Violet Clifford, Lane Hemmings, and Arden Irwin. They had thought that they'd made good time (as there was still an hour until their brothers' plane landed), and that they'd been sneaky, coming in through a side entrance. And yet, they were still faced with a mob of girls to push through.

It's not like Vi, Laney, and Arden didn't like their brothers' fans. On the contrary, they were very grateful for how much the millions of girls across the world had done for their brothers; they just weren't so big on the questions and the shoving and the soft-core stalking.

All they wanted was to get to the exit terminal unnoticed, but they weren't the most inconspicuous people.

Arden Irwin was five-foot-six-inches of cutesy badass, much like her younger brother. Her hair was almost a navy blue color and fell just past her shoulders. A silver ring punctured her left nostril, and it could blind you if the lighting was right. She had eight piercings between both ears and four tattoos that were scattered haphazardly about her body, courtesy of a high pain tolerance.

Violet Clifford lived up to every letter of her name. She wore her hair down in all of its lilac glory. Like Arden, her body was her canvas. She had eight tattoos and continued to add more, playing with the idea that one day she could be a tattoo artist herself. Although she'd never been the adoring sister, there was one thing Violet admired about her brother: his wardrobe. She never hesitated to steal an old band tee or flannel from Michael's closet while he was away. He had yet to notice, but Vi wasn't worried. He wouldn't care that much.

Then there was Lane: the youngest of the trio and Luke's twin sister. She had yet to trade in her natural blonde locks and join Vi and Arden's rainbow. Lane was what you might call a "punky hipster" sporting three small tattoos, more than a few ear piercings, and usually incorporating a flannel, crop top, or high-waisted shorts (if not all three) into her outfit of the day.

There was no way they were getting off easy this time. Lane and Vi looked to Arden, half sharing her exasperation and half expecting her to make the first move with her extra two years of wisdom and experience.

Arden sighed, flicking her midnight-colored hair over her shoulders before she strolled over to a girl at the back of the mob. She tapped the girl on the shoulder lightly.

"Excuse me," Arden said politely as the girl whipped around. Her eyes grew wide when she realized who was behind her.

"We're here to pick up our brothers," Arden continued, gesturing back to Laney and Vi, several yards behind her. "Is there any way we could get to the front of this... Cluster."

The girl nodded silently and handed Arden a thick envelope. "Could you give this to them, please?"

"Of course," Arden smiled, tucking the envelope under her arm. By now, Vi and Lane had joined her at the butt of the mob, and about thirty teenage girls were staring at them in awe.

"What's your name, honey?" Lane asked.

"Reigna," the Envelope Girl responded shyly.

"Thank you, Reigna. We'll make sure they get your envelope."

With that the trio starting pushing through the crowd, collecting gifts, dodging questions about theirs and the boys' personal lives, and receiving a few... Interesting comments.

"Date me, Laney!!" Lane blushed as if she was her twin receiving the compliment, responding with the classic Awkward Thumbs Up.

"She's taken," Vi shouted back, receiving a slap on the arm from Laney and a "you know better" glare from Arden.