young & wild

@krismalcolm

Kristina Malcolm. Twenty and counting. California raised, USF made. Watch out for me on The Rich Kids of San Francisco on Thursdays.

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Kristina, please. We can talk about your short-lived ‘I-want-to-be-a-raver’ phase, if you’re gonna play like that. I’m forever my mom’s favorite. Yeah, no, I know. I agree with you. Some things are best kept between us. I don’t want everyone breathing down our relationship. Not much. I mean, out of school and all, so I know your dad’s been like, talking to people for me and shit. He’s offered for me to play for the Reds, but, like — moving out to Ohio? No matter what, I’m going to have to move, unless I play for the Giants, but I’m not going to be picky.

Wanted to be? Hell, I achieved it. Not gracefully might I add, do you remember I forced you to teach me cool tricks with glow sticks? Can't say they didn't see it coming, though. Let's not talk about moving unless it's you moving into my living room and cuddling under blankets, thanks.

#idk he probs wouldve figured it out tho #c: kota

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Obviously. It’s the best thing on the internet. Even I watch that and laugh over how much of a tool I am sometimes. I’m gonna be honest and say I probably have before. I wouldn’t treat you like that, though. That’s exactly why I’m being awkward about it. I mean, I never wanted to think about it before, and especially not now. I might be into that kind of thing. Oh, no, I never would. Mostly because you wouldn’t let me.

My favorite was the shutter shades phase and different colored wristbands each party. Honestly wouldn't think you would, considering I'm sort of your mom's favorite. You might, huh? Sorry to say but I'm not looking to be outed on every social media network out there, so I guess we'll have to keep our private time between us. You're right about that. So baseball, what's the news on that? My dad hasn't really said much to me on it, sort of trying and succeeded in being father of the year.

Oh, of course. Best of Kristina Malcolm, part one and so on. I’m guilty in saying I’ve watched a few of them. I don’t even want to leave with a bang, I’m hoping quickly and quietly. Hey, I don’t know what goes on in your — you know. Relations. With other guys. Yeah, I’ve been brainwashed by your dad from the moment I was born. Remind me to thank him for that one day. Oh, please, he was secretly so proud of his little Soccer Superstar. He made my mom record all of your games to send to him. Yeah, yeah they did. That was fucked up.

You can't forget Dakota Capitani's douchiest moments, that's comedy gold. Quickly and quietly, huh? I hope that's not how you treat girls, Kota. Don't be awkward about it now since we're dating, but for your information it's a resounding no unless you're into that kind of thing. Hey, I'm still a Soccer Superstar and don't you forget it.

#c: kota #walks around flipping the bird up at all the cameras

I mean, even though we’re leaving, you and I are still going to be tied to it sort of, ‘cause Daniel’s still got another year. No, and thank fucking God for that. I don’t even want to consider that being a possibility. When we went to see him like, all those months ago, we talked about baseball sometime when you weren’t around and he made me realize that I can’t have both the show and baseball, so I chose.

Which sucks, seeing as there are a bunch of videos up on Youtube with some of my not so decent moments. Knowing Danny, he'll leave the show with much more of a bang than we could ever pull. Oh, relax. Last time I checked I've never made one, so that's a plus. We can all save ourselves the trouble from thinking that'll ever happen. My dad has a way with words, plus he's been bringing you up since young for baseball. He always did chew me out for choosing soccer. I can't say I had the same realization as you, I guess I just got tired of the scene as well. Plus, the show did a shit job about my mom and all. But I'm glad that mess it over.

Nah, it was fucking cool while it lasted. I mean, it’s kind of weird being considered a ‘celebrity’ when we don’t even do anything special, you know? We spend our parents money and we let cameras film us getting wasted, and somehow that means we get invited to award shows. But, it’s time to start thinking about the future. It was your dad who really give me the kick to quit the show, actually. Yeah. Other factors.

Tell me about it, I think the last straw was when we were compared to the Kardashians. I mean not so different except I don't think our "rise to stardom" was thanks to a released sex tape of mine. My dad? What has my dad have to do with your turning a new leaf?

That would be nice. Burning every episode from people’s minds would also be ideal. Yeah, I know, me too. Sort of. The producers are still trying to get me to reconsider, but — there’s no way I’m renewing my contract. Avery and Luke are growing up with cameras around, and — well, you know, there were other deciding factors in my decision to stop.

I mean it sucked towards the end, but I can't say I really regret the ride. I have to admit for quite some time, the show was the highlight of my week days and getting paid to party was cool. But you're right, not exactly grown but not as young anymore. Other factors, huh?

Just two more months and I’m done with this stupid show. Can I get a ‘hell yeah’?

I'm itching to burn it like in the movies. I feel strangely sentimental about it nonetheless, though. Can't believe we spent half of our teenage lives on it.

hide & seek ☆ dastina

Kota made a heated, helpless sound when she kissed him back, every ‘almost’ moment he’d had in the past eight years coming forth like a tidal wave, capsizing any hold he had on his self-control. He felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, giving away his rapid heart rate like morse code. If he focused hard enough, he could hear his younger siblings rummaging about upstairs, shouting out their names, and maybe this was a bit unsafe, to be kissing Kristina when he was supposed to be watching them, because how could he focus on anything else but her?

He went through life satisfied with what came him his way, but he wasn’t sure if a simple kiss from Kristina would ever completely sate him. He was pleasantly surprised when she nipped at his lip, urging him to push the kiss further, eagerly welcoming the warm heat of her mouth, reveling in the slickness of her tongue against Dakota’s. He took a step forward, and then another, only needing a few until he’d push her back flush against the wall. He didn’t have the mind to think about what this meant, the implications behind her actions that she felt the same way, or maybe she saw this as something fun, an interesting, added adult portion to an otherwise kid-friendly night. Dakota didn’t have the energy to care about anything else in that moment but her, and the way she felt beneath his fingertips.

A noise close to a whimper sounded from the back of Kristina's throat. As much as she wanted to continue in their passion, she suddenly became well aware that at any moment, Avery and Luke could come barreling in. Not wanting to traumatize them, her hand rested on Dakota's chest, gently pushing him away. His breath danced on her cheeks, chests bumping so often trying to regulate their breathing. She looked up into Dakota's hard gaze, faltering slightly with a sudden shyness. She'd be lying if she said throughout the years she hadn't at least once in her life thought about how his lips would taste. Always wanting to know what made girls run and throw themselves at him for them. She obviously wasn't disappointed in it, but it made her wonder.

It wasn't any secret that the two had their fair share of flings and hook ups. Nights where they told each other of the kisses that weren't meant to be given, or completely regretted in the end. Whatever the outcome may be, regret was far lost behind the pounding in her chest and the blush spread across her cheeks, though later she would swear it was just because of the heat in the room and lack of oxygen that was in her system. She didn't know if it was simply just in the heat of the moment, whether impulse was looking to sate its desires or if they were even satisfied with just that kiss. "Wow" she breathed out, she closed her eyes with a smile, cringing at her reaction. "I mean, uh..." She trailed off, feeling the hair in the back of her neck rise. She muttered a nervous laugh, though it felt comfortable letting it out. He put as much effort as she did into the kiss, but she wasn't quite sure if the meaning of it was the same for both of them.

#p: h&s #wow this is so late #but junior yr is killer

hide & seek ☆ dastina

He was about to scream. His heart lodged itself in his throat as each moment passed, each time he heard her breath in and out and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath himself, trying to re-establish some semblance of normalcy. “Huh, maybe I should come to this closet more often then, if I have a chance of seeing you around.” He knew he was flirting at this point, but he couldn’t care when the familiar scent of her shampoo was permeating the entire space and invading each and every one of his senses until he wasn’t even sure that he really felt her hand on his chest, or maybe he was just imagining it.

"No, no, don’t worry about it, it’s fine." He paused when she made a move to go — and it’s not that he expected her to stay forever, it’s just that he expected her to stay forever. "Wait," he blurted out before he could think about it. It was silent for ten seconds, and he was almost aware of the awkwardness of the situation, but in those ten seconds he decided that he was almost twenty-three fucking years old. He didn’t want to waste anymore time pining after her, he’d been doing it since he was fifteen. If she didn’t feel the same, well, tough shit, he supposed. There were plenty of girls he’d have no problem using as a rebound. He brought both hands up to cup her jaw, a gentle touch to treat her like the delicate thing he couldn’t help but see her as sometimes, despite knowing how headstrong and stubborn and what a pain in his ass she could be sometimes. He ducked his head, letting his lips over centimeters from hers for a few moments so she could give him time to push him away if that was what she wanted, before eagerly closing the distance between them, his brown eyes fluttering shut as he smooth his hands down her neck and over her arms to settle back on her narrow waist.

Something in her had clicked, from the moment he had told her to wait to when her eyes locked to his. It was hard to erase him from her daily life, in more ways than one because not seeing him and not talking to him had been one thing. But for her, traces of him were everywhere. In things she couldn't quite register, he was a normalcy in her life, he was a constant. Naturally once she felt his lips meet hers, a spark ignited and all those cliche chick flicks she forced him to watch with her were becoming more so relevant and her arms wrapped around his neck in that god awful, cramped closet.

And she felt; like Kristina. The one who waited up nights dreaming about a guy who would sweep her off her feet, protect her from the bad and just cherish her. Maybe she had looked in all the wrong places but Dakota, her constant, she could never picture liking her in that way. So she kissed back with equal force, as if fighting for dominance. Kristina was stubborn in many ways and she would be so right now as well, And alright, maybe, just maybe she bit his bottom lip just to get a rise out of him. But the closet was warm enough as it was, why doesn't she just add a little more heat to it anyways?

hide & seek ☆ dastina

"Until Avery is old enough to be indignant about it. I give us three more years, it’s those double digits that really fu — mess them up.” Suddenly, the entire game was swept from under him and they were starting — before he even had time to order the pizza. “Well, fuck, okay,” he cursed under his breath, wracking his brain for a hiding spot where he could get their dinner prepared without his siblings finding him. He remembered this closet on the other side of the house, once stuffed so full of crap after Dakota had a party and was too thoughtless to remember to properly clean up in a hungover haze the next morning, that she was engulfed in an avalanche of stuff, causing her to refuse to open that closet door to this day.

He was off the phone for fifteen seconds when the door swung open, and he was surprised to think that the two had found him, but it was just Kristina peering back up at him, and before he knew it, she was shuffling herself in to fit with him and the coats and vacuums, he felt like there was barely enough room for him to breath. “Uh —” he broke up, unable to even think properly when Kristina was this close to him. His eyes flitted down to her lips when the light from her phone illuminated the small space for a brief moment. “It’ll probably be a while,” he admitted, his tone deeper than usual. There had to be some room for him to move around, he thought as he tried to find a different place to put his feet, getting tangled up in the chord for the vacuum, causing him to fling an arm out to press his hand against the wall, keeping him upright as the other settled on her waist. “Sorry about that,” he apologized, though made no action to move. “Fancy meeting you here,” he joked, trying to lighten a situation that didn’t need it, but he needed to think about literally anything other than kissing her. “You come to this closet often?”

She could've easily blamed the close proximity for the flush that creeped up her neck, not the fact that his hand was on her waist because it was impossible, downright insane to think of it as anything else. It was probably the fact that she hadn't seen him in awhile, that had to be it. But she knew it in the pit of her stomach that no matter how much convincing she does, she would have to come to terms with what was really lying in between them,She rolled her eyes at his attempt to joke, "Only on my spare time, of course." She cocked her head to the side, which made her shift slightly on her right leg, before she stumbled a bit forward into his chest.

Looking up to him, one hand supporting her weight on the wall and other still on his chest. "Sorry, it's a little cramped." She mustered, before noting how quiet it was outside. "I should probably find another spot, doesn't sound like they're around this closet." Kristina knew she was just looking for excuses at this point but she could hardly find it in her to care. All she focused on was how close Dakota was to her and she could practically smell his cologne which was mixed with his regular musk and it filled her nose and she wanted nothing more than to be engulfed in the scent. Yeah, she definitely needed to get out of this damned closet.

hide & seek ☆ dastina

Dakota opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by his sister’s uninhibited enthusiasm at Kristina’s presence, dragging her up the stairs to presumably shove her into a get up similar to that of Dakota’s. A deep breath was inhaled into his lungs when Avery stomped away — but at least her default reaction in those situations wasn’t to cry anymore, but with Luke following after her with just as much pep in his step, he was sure that it was only a matter of minutes until the two found something to fight over.

"You know who she got that from," he laughed, resting his hip against the bannister lining the grand staircase. "Yeah, well, I thought it’s time clip-on jewelry made a comeback, y’know? Needles are overrated." He reached up to pull the earrings off, wincing at the clasp tugged at the sensitive skin on his lobes. "We made anything work," he said, holding them in his hand before slipping the eye patch and tiara off to return to his siblings. "It totally made sense for Spiderman to be infiltrating a medieval castle."

He placed the things back in their respective rooms, knowing it would cause an uproar later if either of the items were missing, before clapping his hands as he returned to the group. “So I’ll order pizza and while we wait, we can… play hide and seek? How does that sound to you guys?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips as he cast a gaze among the group. “Little kids versus the big kids?” He fixated his stare on Kristina, making sure that was something she was okay with before moving forward.

"How long do you think we can play out the titles of being the big kids?" She joked, nodding in agreement to the game. "Who's hiding first?" She questioned, pretending to get ready to sprint, further sending the younger kids into excitement. The pair looked at each other before pointing at Dakota and Kristina, turning and beginning to count. She couldn't help but laugh at Avery's obvious attempt to help Luke count before he just stood there covering his eyes instead. She hadn't seen where Dakota went but easily found herself in the closet farthest from where the younger ones were counting away.

Reaching for the door knob until she saw Dakota cramped in the closet already. "Oh, I'll just find another place." She explained, without much thought until she heard stomping and shrieking in the distance. Without much time to find another hiding spot, she stuffed herself into the closet with him. His breath tickled her cheeks, making her realize just how close they were in that moment. "Looks like we're both stuck here until they find us." She offered, "Great minds think alike." She grinned, checking her phone to see that it was dying. So now she had nothing to distract her if need be. "When do you think those two will find us?"

@coolerkiddanny: @krismalcolm nah, I just like going out and having them be like "Where is he???"

@krismalcolm: @coolerkiddanny i thought you enjoyed the fame

@krismalcolm: @coolerkiddanny you were basically trending for like week and i still don't know why

hide & seek ☆ dastina

Dakota was currently lounging on his seven year old sister’s bed, a bedazzled tiara crowned his dark locks and his mom’s clip-on earrings from the 80s that were now apart of Avery’s dress-up clothes were pinching the skin on his earlobes a little too tightly. On the other hand there was Luke, the boisterous four year old who was thrusting a foam sword they’d gotten from Legoland into his left hand, followed by fitting an eyepatch over his face and effectively poking him in the cornea with a stubby, sticky finger. It was always a battle when he was left to deal with the two at once but he really couldn’t picture it any other way, not when the feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach every time he made them laugh was so rewarding.

At least Kristina would be coming over to help him out a little, even if the idea made his shackles rise in anticipation and set his nerves on edge. He never knew how she was going to act around him after the entire debacle with her mom plowed through their life, wrecking everything else in its wake. He was going out on a limb, honestly, inviting her over that night but he was glad he did — she seemed genuinely enthused, like she really wanted to, and even if that was just to see his younger siblings, well, it was better than nothing, after all.

He frowned when he heard a doorbell ring — he hadn’t called for the pizza yet and he wasn’t expecting anyone else, so it had to be Krissy, right? Kota couldn’t remember the last rime she hadn’t just walked inside like she lived there, too. “Great,” he muttered, heaving himself off of Avery pink duvet. Already off to a bad start. “Kristina’s here,” he announced as he walked towards the door, nearly thrown off his feet moments later by two small people bursting past him to get downstairs quicker than he could. He traipsed down the staircase in his half-pirate half-princess get up, frowning when he saw that Avery had already let Kristina in the door and was telling her about her and Luke’s “Captain Empress” creation. “Ave, you know you’re not supposed to open the door by yourself,” he warned before drawing his gaze — or only one eye, really — up to Kristina, feeling a little breathless at her being so close to him, yet she still felt so distant. “Hey,” he smiled, pushing the eye patch up onto his forehead. “How are you?”

Truth be told, she hadn't expected to be greeted by Avery, though she was honestly grateful for it. As her gaze traveled upward, and stopped at Dakota's eyes, she had to admit he was true to his title. She tried her best to stifle her laughter, so short bouts of giggles flooded the silence before them. Walking in felt strange yet of course with a mix of familiarity. She looked around, not much having changed, before looking to him. "Hey." She pressed her lips together in a tight smile, "Fine, I guess, just your average summer." She mused, giving him a look by quirking an eyebrow up. "How've you been?"

Before she could ask any further, Avery's hand reached for hers, dragging her to her room. She turned back to Dakota, while being paraded by the young girl's surprisingly strong grip. Luke quickly followed swinging his foam sword out and about before whacking Avery in the face, causing the small girl to huff in annoyance that reminded her completely of Dakota's mom. "I wonder who she got that from." Her expression read amused, as she spoke to Dakota. "Trying on a new look, I see." Her posture was a bit more relaxed now, less forced and tense than when she first arrived. "I still remember being the Princess, while you were Spiderman. Two completely different get ups, I don't even know how we made that work."

She shrugged her shoulders, she hoped things wouldn't be so awkward if she tried to talk about him like she normally did. Her focus went back to Avery and Luke, "So what do you guys want to do since I'm here?"

@coolerkiddanny: I'm not going to worry about the 'razzi tonight. #CantSeeMe

@krismalcolm: You should throw ice at them again, that was hilarious. Or better yet, pull a Kanye.

hide & seek ☆ dastina

She didn't think she could put a word to her thoughts on her new living situation, at least not one that fit it appropriately and did it justice. She hardly thought 'new' was even supposed to be used anymore, seeing as she's been here well over a month. She had to admit half way into her living alone and practically Dakota less made her want to pack up her things and show up at his place, void of any memory of the past weeks before that. Yet, resentment, maybe not towards Dakota or her mother, anyone for that matter, still tugged at her. She figured it was for herself, but with a cup of ice cream later, even that felt stupid.

So she settled, as best she could, and later on her and Dakota returned to amicable terms. She knew he still regarded her as if walking on egg shells, her avoiding him for the most part after the revelation didn't help that at all. But she was tired at this point, and all she really needed was her best friend. Maybe it was also the fact that she was ashamed, embarrassed about how she reacted in front of her father and Dakota. She left the condo she called home, keys in hand. She hadn't gone anywhere near her mother's home, out of instruction by her father and her own will as well, which also meant she hadn't seen the Capitani household in that long, too. Her head bobbed to the music blasting through her radio, song after song until she drove into a driveway she was well accustomed to.

Reaching the door, she adjusted the sweater she was wearing and cleared her throat before reaching over to ring the doorbell. She was nervous, something she hadn't ever felt when around Dakota. But things were different now, and she couldn't put her finger on it but she just couldn't bring herself to act the same way around him as before. She used to think that perhaps their friendship had run its course. With that, she cringed and put on a smile as the door opened for her.

Well, okay, you can’t blame me for being scared when you get all serious on me like that. I’ll always be your favorite, that’s just the way it is. Hurry up because I’m hungry and I’m waiting for you to get here until I order pizza.

As if you always take me seriously to begin with. Yeah, I got it, I'm already on my way out.

#c: kota #yeah im good with that do you want me to start it?

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