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Fox’s feet carried him towards his grandparent’s house at the end of his block. Ear buds in, he slightly hopped along his path, not entirely dancing, but not walking like a normal person either. He’d just finished the last bit of homework that he had for his film editing class and he was looking forward to having the rest of the evening to do something other than sit in his room. As far as he was aware, his parents were once again off filming in some remote location in France or Spain or somewhere. Which meant that soon there’d be some public debauchery in the tabloids that he had to pretend didn’t bother him. With no real plans for the weekend, he could use the time to work on his script. He side stepped to avoid, someone and tripped on his own shoelace. “Shit,” he said, as a bunch of his notes went flying in every direction. He started scrambling to pick everything up before other people started stepping on it. “Well I’m clearly not meant to walk and think at the same time.” Â
There was always a mixture of emotions when their parents were gone. Like any teenager, the freedom it provided was refreshing but having their fathers name in the tabloids constantly was taxing at times. A phone was at her ear as she walked, rambling to a friend who lived much farther away than she would like them to about whatever teenage drama she was experiencing at the moment. She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings when she nearly bulldozed over someone, causing whatever they were holding to scatter across the pavement “Hey, I’ll call you back” she muttered, hanging up the phone and shoving it into her back pocket “I’m so sorry” Zelda crouch down to help them when the familiar voice nearly made her laugh, her gaze lifting to meet with Fox. It only felt right that it was her brother “I didn’t think you *could* think” she teased, passing him the papers she managed to pick up
