While the sisters were polar opposites in a multitude of ways. Personality, looks, upbringing, but both of them learned from one another. It was something that Jolie always attempted her hardest to work around considering there was an age difference between both of them. Yet, when she was ready to head off to university in Chicago, her little sister was still growing up and in the confides of the de Beauvoir residency in Avalon. There had been plenty of moments when she wished distance wasn’t a disadvantage to their growth. Long before she knew it, Lourdes made her way and occupied the spare bedroom in the eldest sister’s town-house. It wasn’t that she was old-fashioned by any means but the lingo often rolling off the prong of her sister’s tongue bewildered her. The majority of times, the blonde reflects on how someone could come up with a phrase and everyone just decided to continue to use it in their day-to-day conversations. Perhaps someone will eventually give her light into the minds of Generation Z. The sight of her sister’s phone occupying the space of the leather armchair instantly caused her mouth corners to raise, engulfed with an abnormal amount of alertness from her younger sister to be present rather than focusing upon the device. With that, Jolie leaned forward to rest her hand upon her sister’s knee before gently patting it, beam still content upon her petals. “How could I ever forget?” She spoke through a laugh. The ping of nostalgia on their youth and how much both of the girls grew throughout the years. The optimism within Jolie knows the future was bright for her little sister, regardless of the path career she decides to go down on, she’ll proudly stand beside her. The bridge of her nose scrunched at the thought of school again. It was never complicated for her to grasp upon. It just took an immense amount of energy out of her. “I don’t miss school even though I spent so many nights losing sleep over it. I’m glad it’s over. But, I am glad we’re here together.”
The present moment was what she favored the most with Lourdes especially after her sister’s car accident two years ago. It was a sore subject that never got brought up and nor should it ever. Hearing Lourdes next words caused her to liquefy at the compliments as they blossomed a slight shade of pink upon the apples of her cheeks. “Stop it.” Answering through a chuckle, a hand swiftly through the air to her sister to knock it off, wondering what would attract anyone to see Jolie on television. She was a wall-flower after all. And while she did insert Cleo into the narrative, it did not mean the blonde was envious of the Halliwell girl but bewildered at her capability of capturing the room by just walking through the doors. Tilting her head to the side, puzzlement at her sister’s choice of words took her a moment to process at her being open-minded and learning but the words were moving too fast. Just like the children that she taught. Sometimes, she wondered if her sister knew how to take a breathe but nonetheless, all she could do was beam and exhale a sigh. “Okay, that’s a lot to take in but ─” An immediate pause, grappling to find the right words at the mention of Claire. “What’s a ‘she’s got a Candian boyfriend’ because you just lost me there.” And she didn’t know what else to say but everything else made sense besides the latter sentence. Her age was showing. A nod shot toward Lourdes direction about Vince and her never-ending sea of changing his name, “I will make sure to let him know later. Part of me thinks he does not know how to accept someone follows,” she informed with a laugh. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?” Leaning towards her sister, her tone was reassuring and direct which was different considering Jolie always beat around the bush. Melting into the plush comfort of the pillows, her jaw gaped whilst adjusting to the information about her sister’s love life. Blowing a raspberry, a smile slide right through afterward only wanting to see her sister happy and it showed up on her demeanor especially with whoever Peter is. “Peter, huh? Spill all of the details on me because I’ll eventually have to meet him. Grill him, even though I will fail there.”
Lourdes would be the first to admit that she was nothing like her sister. Her older sister was always like a shining star, with a future brighter than she could dream of. Even if Jolie had her own bad girl phase, she grew out of it and Lourdes could see that. In fact, she’s tempted to ask her sister on tips, because this rut that the brunette is in is hard to get out of. Especially when she lost her only source of joy and happiness. The youngest Howard had never known how much she loved what her body could do, till it couldn’t do those things anymore. A simple back tuck sent pain shooting down her back, and dancing was hard. But there were days, when the Oxy kicked in hard, and Lourdes could almost forget her agony as she stretched on the grass. Of course, these days, that kind of relief is few and far between; her dependence is growing stronger, and the dose is growing weaker. Some days, taking care of the Rhodes and Thane kids was the only thing that brought the brunette any kind of comfort; otherwise she would have spent her days feeling like a waste of space. Looking at Jolie was comforting and painful all at once; they grew up with the same set of parents, under the same roof and the same circumstances. But Jolie was a shining beacon and Lourdes a rock at the bottom of the ocean. “Remember when it would start storming and I would come and just bury myself under your blankets because I was terrified? Or oh my god, the time I got a D in chemistry and asked you how to hide the report card from Charity and dad.” She chuckles at the memory of high school; her sister is right, because they panicked like fools and in the end, it was nothing but a blimp in their memories. “Aww shucks, Jojo! You’re getting all mushy on me, blegh! Take it back, you sap!” She shook her legs, still on Jolie’s lap as she giggled at her sister’s sentimentality.
Launching one of the many pillows that surrounded them in the direction of the blonde’s head, Lourdes wanted to shake her sister. “I will not stop! Not till you admit that you’re so fucking amazing and I’m like very fucking lucky to have you as my sister! Say it!” Now she was completely up, legs slipping away from Jolie’s grasp as she moved to be closer to the woman, to grab her shoulders and shake her by the shoulders. “Repeat after me. I’m Jolie fucking Laurent De fucking Beauvoir, and I’m fucking amazing and hot and beautiful and interesting!” She was face to face with her sister, breathing hard as she looked at eyes that mirrored her own, almost. Just the little things like the freckles on their nose that they inherited from Charity, or the sharp edges of their smile that they wore differently. She finally let go of her sister’s shoulders and sat back in place, “never let me hear you call my sister boring. I’ll fuck those haters up, and you know I will, Joj.” There was a lot of pent up emotions from that action, but she was calming down soon enough. “A Canadian significant other is like this running joke, that your S-O is from Canada, hence why we never meet them. Do not ask me why it’s the Canadians or the Belgians.” She shakes her head at Vince’s inability to be cool, which matched Jolie’s uncoolness. They really were a match made in heaven, if heaven had an office space that was boring and monotonous. “Look, I don’t ask for a lot. All I want is for Connor to follow me back! So that he can see how his girlfriend is thriving on her home soil, rather than Orange County on steroids. I’ll fight him too, if he says something about taking you way, I swear I will!” Lourdes once again falls back on the couch, almost ready to give into the plushness of it all, when Jolie asked about Peter. “Oh yeah, sure thing! You can grill him all you want, sis. I mean, it will probably two dates and then I never call him back, you know?” Her disinterest in dating long term came from one Pandora Marlowe, but it was a long ways away from actually explaining her feelings to Jolie about it.
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