Fabulous Fifteen (An Elite Eight Story #5)

The Visitation

"Let's see. If I were a Leigh-Anne, where would I live?" Sairah asked herself as she and Sian walked down a sidewalk in Malibu. She was wearing sunglasses as it was quite sunny, her head surveying the area in case her little sister and her lover were anywhere near.

Sian was shaking her head as she walked behind Sairah. "How did we even get here?" She breathed out. She wore sunglasses as well and felt close to panicked as she kept close to Sairah.

"You keep asking that question Sian. It's becoming annoying. Do I need to remind you how I got us here again?" Sairah asked without looking behind. "Hmmm darn it. If only people knew where Jesy lived. Why are they keeping their location a secret?" She whined. This was frustrating.

"It was . . . it was supposed to be a drive." Sian said remembering just how they got to this position. After she and Sairah had gotten into her car on Friday, Sairah had told her that the only way to cheer her up was to bring her to a 'special' place. "I can't believe I let her lead me to where we ended up next." She had taken instructions as to how to get to that location religiously from Sairah and ended up at a private airport. Apparently her younger sister 'knew a guy' who could take them to Malibu.

On hearing that Sian had proceeded to try to get Sairah and herself away from that area but Sairah had refused to leave with her. Sian hardly remembered what had happened but she had ended up boarding the aircraft and allowing herself and Sairah- who was not supposed to be anywhere near Jesy or Leigh-Anne- to be flown to Malibu by Sairah's 'guy'. They had stopped at different areas during their flight and had landed this morning at L.A.X where Sian had thrown up from all the hustle of everything.

"I-I shouldn't be here. I've got a paper to write and-and assignments and a test and . . . gulp . . . Sairah you're going to cause mischief. We need to leave!" Sian held Sairah by the arm roughly. "Come one!"

"Let me go! Stop!" Sairah said struggling to free herself from her sister's grasp. They paused their walking in the middle of the sidewalk to have a small squabble. "Stop it! I'm gonna bite you."

"Real mature. Come on. Let's go. I'm being serious." Sian said not giving in even as Sairah was moving her face towards her hand as if ready to bite her.

"Oh my God. Leigh-Anne Pinnock's sisters." A man on the sidewalk said causing everyone to gravitate towards them. "They sound just like her!"

"Oh my God I thought it was her. I was giving her space." Said a woman holding her phone to film them. "Say something!"

"They look like her!"

"Where's your sister?!"

The people began throwing questions at them and snapping pictures.

Sian did not feel like dealing with this at all. "Please, please leave us. We're . . . we're actually . . ." She cleared her throat. "Not her sisters?" It was worth a shot.

"Of course you are!" A man barked.

Both girls stepped back at the aggression.

"Say something!"

Sairah cringed. "Ew. Why are people so . . . people?" She asked feeling Sian let her go. She smiled in a cat like manner at her free arm.

"Please, just go back to doing whatever you were doing. We're not here to perform for you if that's what you expect. Me and Sairah-" She turned to gesture to her sister but realized that she was gone. "Oh for the love of-"

"Can you sing like Leigh-Anne?!"

Sian did not want to act rude but she groaned. "No. We do not sing." She began looking for Sairah through the crowd. She gasped at sight of a section that was parted and revealed her sister running quickly away. "Why did you let her go huh?" She shook her head and began chasing the younger lady. "Sairah!"