Beverly Hills: Season 5

Season 5, Episode 1: Getting Ready for a New Day

~~~(Born Ready by Zayade Wolf)~~~
   Alice Truso struts down the overcrowded sidewalk in Beverly Hills, making her way down over towards the corner of Roxbury. Her long blonde hair blows in the breeze while her four inch pumps clack against the pavement that was most likely newly cleaned just for her. Her red lipstick sticks out against her short black dress and the oversized red belt she's wearing matches her makeup. People on the sidewalk scramble to get out of her way as she continues through the small huddles of tourists and homeless people. Alice doesn't bother looking both ways before crossing the street, a car's tires screeching as they come to a halt. They don't even honk at her. Alice purses her lips as she continues, swinging the front door of Rhy's Photography open and going inside. "I'm ready for my close up."
   Rhyannon Sepulveda turns around with his huge DSLR camera hanging from his neck. His newly dyed blonde hair is slicked off his face and he's wearing one of his regular pair of black holey jeans and a lose black shirt. He gestures to the throne she had requested in front of the backdrop against the wall. "Take a seat."
   Alice smirks as she plops down on the red cushioned throne. She had convinced her dad to pay for this himself so that when her senior pictures get sent out to family and friends, people will be reminded that she's queen- especially since she's going into sophomore year now. Harrow Evans no longer runs Seaview High School. It's Alice's turn. Alice does her signature pose- perfectly plucked eyebrow arched, both skinny arms on each arms of the throne and her legs crossed in front of her. She holds her chin high, pursing her lips as Rhyannon starts snapping pictures of her. "It's good to know I'll be on top this year."
   Rhyannon hesitates to say anything. "You could really model, you know."
   "I get that all the time." Alice flips her hair over her shoulder as she scoots towards the edge of her seat so that Rhyannon can get more angles of her.
   "I'm serious." Rhyannon squats, the shutter sound snapping over and over.
   Alice continues to pose this way and that. Modeling doesn't sound too bad- after all, she'll be on top this year anyways.

   Case Mercy walks down one of the dorm hallways at The University of Art Academy- the college of his dreams. His sandy blonde hair is shorter than it's ever been and his pouty lips are drawn together, his jaw clenched like it usually is. He drags his suitcase behind him, watching students his age finding their rooms and already hugging their roommates. Case looks from side to side, getting small peeks into dorms and anticipating on meeting his roommate. He spent the whole summer spending as much time as he could with his brother Skylar and his friends from Seaview. Now that he and the others are all off at different colleges, he wasn't quite sure how often they'd be able to see each other. This is his new beginning and he's walking into the unknown by himself. But he's ready.
   Case opens the door to his new living space, the smell of Axe cologne wafting through the air as he goes inside, looking around. The room isn't that big. Two beds are either side with matching bed side tables and a desk for each of the room's residents. There's already a suitcase at the right side of the room, close to what must be the bathroom door. "Hello?"
   "Hey." The bathroom door opens and a tall guy with dirty blonde hair spiked up away from his face and a form fitting tank top with palm trees printed on it comes out. His jawline is so prominent that Case is almost sure that if he touched it, his finger would bleed. His deep blue eyes are so demanding that it takes Case a minute to realize the dude is holding out his hand for him to shake. "Tristan Rhimes."
   "Case Mercy." Case shakes his hand, hoping he doesn't look like an idiot of some kind.
   "So it looks like we're going to be roomies." Tristan puts his hands in the back pockets of his denim shorts. "You good with that?"
   "Sure." Case turns and swings his suitcase onto his new bed. He doesn't want this guy thinking he's super stoked that they'll be living with each other for the year but from the looks of things, Case won't be complaining.

   Harrow Evans flings herself out of her queen sized bed once she hears crying coming from the nursery down the hallway. She nearly stumbles over Israel Sepulveda- who is asleep on his stomach on the floor of Harrow's bedroom. "I got her." Harrow stumbles out the door of her room and into the hallway. Harrow's thick brown hair is back to it's usual length down her back. Since having her daughter, Iris Evans-Sepulveda, Harrow hasn't quite had the time to pamper herself or keep he hair from growing back to the length she's always had it. She opens the door into the nursery, tying her hair back into a low ponytail before lifting her three month year old daughter up out of the crib and gently pulling her close against her chest to rock her.
   "Do you need me to do anything?" Israel yawns from the doorway, resting his head against the wall and shutting his eyes. His brown hair is pulled into a bun and he now has a beard, as well as two more piercings on his bottom lip. He's still wearing a dark blue thermal shirt with jeans- an outfit he's been wearing for the past two days.
   Harrow looks over at him, shaking her head even though he's not looking at her. The two of them aren't together. She had confessed her love for him two years ago but he didn't reciprocate until they were in the delivery room months ago on graduation day. To this day, Harrow still doesn't know if Israel only said what he did because she's the mother of his baby or if he really does have feelings for her. She's guessing that he only said it because they have a kid together because he hasn't went out of his way to start their never ending love story back up again. Her feelings for him haven't left at all. Harrow wants him to sleep. His rest is more important to hers, at least in her eyes it is. "No, go back to sleep."
   "You sure?" Israel rubs his eyes.
   "Yeah." Harrow nods, leaving the room to go get a bottle ready. Israel doesn't do much as it is- even when he spends the night here TO help. She's basically mastered parenting all her own.