the starlet.

holiday james granger. twenty-two. starlet. mother.

[miss-holiday-granger]

Text : Holiday 🐱❤️

Audra: yeah cause I'd kick ur ass

Audra: sounds good to me

Holiday: I am an actress.

Holiday: I have no athletic skills.

[miss-holiday-granger]

Text : Holiday 🐱❤️

Audra: You just had a baby .

Audra: fine. would you rather work out with me?

Holiday ...

Holiday: Who would chose working out?

Holiday: Would you like my children to join us?

[miss-holiday-granger]

Text : Holiday 🐱❤️

Audra: You are a healthy weight Holiday. You don't need to worry about what some prick says bc i'm sure that Lionel and any of your other friends would agree with me.

Audra: I'm serious. Come get some ice cream with me and post a picture. We'll rub it in his face.

Holiday: I kind of want to be my pre baby weight.

Holiday: I have a tummy.

[miss-holiday-granger]

Text: Open.

Phoebe: Is there any reason you don't want the whole world seeing them?

Phoebe: I can't imagine being a mom but you make an outstanding one.

Holiday: Well thank you, darling.

Holiday: I don't want the press to see my children, or trolls, or stalkers.

Holiday: All of these are problems are mine.

[ttfntessa-blog]

how would you describe your relationship with ______?

[miss-holiday-granger]

Text: Open.

Holiday: I want to post cute pictures of my children.

Holiday: But I don't want to put them out there for the entire world to see.

Holiday: I should make a new private account, so I can be one of those moms in peace.

[amirawho-deactivated20160504]

Amira watched the stranger who she knocked into, walk away leaving a not so subtle glare. Before looking over to the two babies crying. “Shit- I mean crap. I’m sorry about that.” She apologized, wondering what kind of shit luck she had that the coffee made it onto the little girl’s dress, before taking the towel that hung from her apron and passing to the mother of the young children. Not taking notice of the famous Holiday in front of her. She dropped to her knees and began to pick up the broken and, some shattered beyond repair, pieces of the dishware onto the tray. She got all she could manage picked up and placed the plastic dish on the front counter. Amira then grabbed the broom that was leaning on a wall nearby. Starting to wipe up the rest of the mess, she looked up between sweeps to apologize to the mother again, knowing she was probably furious for making her kids cry. And probably for endangering them too. That was when she noticed Holiday. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t meant to happen, and you can have whatever you got on the house.” She promised.

[miss-holiday-granger]

“Baby girl, Granddaddy says that ‘God never did mind a bit of dirt in church.’. You still look very pretty, and it is more important that you’re a kind and good person on the inside. Daddy’ll clean your dress up good as new when we get home.” Holiday drops to her knees, realizing that any mending of the stain with the dress on Jessabelle is useless. She balances both of her children's needs, rocking Lincoln while wiping the tears from Jess’ eyes with her palm. Amira was clearly having a troublesome morning, and Holiday wasn’t going to hold it against her. But if it had been any other person, she would gifted them a generous tip to brighten their mood. Amira didn’t need Holiday’s money, and she had no desire to give it, deciding on gifting it to the cashier instead. She found Amira to be a reckless spendthrift when it came to finance. For her father, she had worse words. ”Don’t worry about it. The owners have been incredibly kind to me over the years. No reason to cry over spilled coffee.”

[drleodaniels]

“Oh my god. We do not need paparazzi sniffing around in this town. If the big cities can’t hide them, what makes you think a small town like this could. Nope, let’s hope they’ll never find us. If only magic was real, then we could use some cloaking spell, like what Mcgonagall did in Harry Potter.” She lightly stroke the baby’s cheek, grinning at how adorable he was sleeping like that, “I don’t know why anyone’s so interested in other people’s lives, period. God, how long have I been away? You already have kids! It’s so amazing.” She dropped her hand and looked up at his mother, “Uh, no. I’m here visiting. I don’t know how long but the plan would be heading back after everything. Who knows? It just feels weird being back here. Feels nostalgic and new all at the same time.”

[miss-holiday-granger]

“All we can do is pray. I was fifteen when you left the first time and got married young. I can see why that seems shocking. Familiar people changing, and growing older, and having children. Time flies.” Holiday runs her hand over Lincoln’s curls. “Now, that was the talk of the town. Something about local gossip frightens me more than anything. The women in the beauty salon wives know everything,” Holiday turns to face the door where little Jessabelle walks sleepily in. Teddy in hand, she crawls onto the bed, kissing her baby brother’s forehead before curling into her mother’s side. She is her mother’s spitting image where Lincoln is his father’s. Tiny, curly blonde, and blue eyed, Jessabelle looks at this stranger with curious but tired eyes. “Momma, who’s this? I’m Jessabelle. Jessabelle Jane, but most people call me Jess.”

[amirawho-deactivated20160504]

Amira was working in the local coffee shop, and it was dragging on, too long for her liking. She knew she took this job so she could spend her time doing something, never really aware of where she could use any of her talents and exploit them for a career. Not to mention she was set for life in money, so she basically did this job for fun. But it had those slow boring days that she was trying to get away from in the first place. She sighed as she continued to clean the tables. Balancing all the mugs and saucer plates on her tray about to take them to the back. Before bumping into someone. The dishes fell to the ground with a loud crash. “Jesus christ..”

[miss-holiday-granger]

Holiday missed Earl grey tea and chocolate chip muffins. Excessive morning sickness had left her with an inability to eat for nine months, and she hasn’t visited a place providing food service since. She and Lionel, in some ways, had always sided with tradition. They always dressed to the nines for church on Sundays, and today, that left Holiday looking like the picture of grace in Jackie O sunglasses, a flattering red dress that hides her post baby bump, and a child occupying each arm. Four year old Jessabelle wears a tiny white sundress and newborn Lincoln wears his first ever dress clothes of a sweater vest and khakis. The clatter of breaking ceramic wakes the baby and chilled coffee leaves the largest stain on Jess’ dress, causing her, too, to cry. Holiday calms her daughter too, pacifying and humming a lullaby in equal measure. Her eyes fall, only for a moment, on the other girl.

[drleodaniels]

She looked over to see what the other was referring to and letting out a small ‘oh’ once she put the pieces together. “Well, that’s media for you. I don’t know how some of you do it, being in the spot light and everything.” Leo much preferred her quiet life, staying out of sight. In fact, Leo felt annoyed on the celebrities’ behalf because she constantly sees them being badgered by paparazzi. “Nothing else more important to report about in the world.” She rolled her eyes, “Never really understood the gossip corners. So how’ve you been?”

[miss-holiday-granger]

“I’m good. Tired but good. Thank you for asking. Let’s rejoice in the fact that they haven’t found Ashfield or realized that I live here. My Daddy doesn’t need the headache of city council trying to get us and the kids booted out of town.”  She smiles down at the sleeping little one in her arms. “This little guy is world news to me, but I feel like he should be only our big news. I don’t see why anyone should give a darn about my having two kids at twenty-two. I don’t think it affects them. They don’t even have the most interesting part of the story. He was born on the drive over like his big sister. Maybe, the third time’ll be the charm, but let’s see how we do with two. Enough about me, how have you been, darling? Back in town for good?”

[drleodaniels]

Leo watched with an amused smile on her face as the mother talked to her son. While she hadn’t thought about having children of her own at all, she always thought mother-daughter/son time was adorable to watch. Much like this one she was shamelessly staring at. It wasn’t like she could have helped it. The baby was cute. “Hey.” She waved with her fingers at the little guy, “He’s really cute.”

[miss-holiday-granger]

“Oh. Thank you.” Holiday turns the brightest pink. In her natural form as simply Holiday James Granger, mother and wife, she lacks the confidence of the girl who’s won two Academy awards. It is, with her small and defenseless children, that Holiday herself feels most vulnerable. Inside Edition plays on the muted television, and two reporters mutedly discuss the day's events with her and Lionel’s formal statement. With no mention that Lincoln had been born on the drive to the hospital. “They should find a new thing to talk about.”

[miss-holiday-granger]

FaceTime: Open.

[ohlara]

 Audra’s hand completely stopped in it’s path, her grip on the kind going loose and letting the the apple roll on the side, taking the knife along. “Oh my God this is actually happening.” She held her hands together, holding them over her chest tensely and watching as Lionel’s head passed by the camera, clearly talking to Holiday. She didn’t say a word, just waiting for everything to happen. “This is crazy. Holy shit, Li.”

[miss-holiday-granger]

Ten minutes later, his first cries erupt into the world. Holiday doesn’t even take a breath before suctioning out his airways and patting his back. “Well, he’s definitely a boy.” She says, beginning to wipe him clean. “You’re okay. You’re okay. We’re okay.” Her and Lionel check his heartbeat, to find a normal tone, and cut the umbilical cord before swaddling him in blankets to keep him warm. Lionel takes the bucket and his phone to get better reception. “Li’s going to call the hospital so they’re ready for us. He couldn’t wait those ten minutes. I knew we weren’t going to make it. Oh, he’s perfect, Aud.”

[miss-holiday-granger]

FaceTime: Open.

[ohlara]

 “And yet you still married this greasy haired guy who has to ruin a sweet moment.” Audra stated, purposely nagging Lionel because it had become her purpose when she was around him. “Are you almost there yet?”

[miss-holiday-granger]

“I make sure he washes.” Holiday grins, burying her face in his neck as she reaches to kiss him, meeting the edge of his jaw with her lips. “It’s always been him for me. He was an NJROTC football star when I married him. You should hear him get sappy. He won’t shut up about me sometimes. The stories we could tell. The stories this truck could tell.” The tin cans tied to the back. The adventures down California highways to auditions and adventure. More than one night under the stars in the truck bed, and soon to be two babies born in the passenger seat. “We’ve had a good life so far, Our whole lives knowing each other take away a day when I wasn’t born. Nine years since you kissed me. Five years since we married. Two kids.” Holiday winces at the next contraction with a moan. “Not even close.”

[ttfntessa-blog]

“Right, yeah,” the brunette nodded, doing as Holiday said, smiling down at the baby in her arms. It was such a nice feeling, even if Tessa knew better than to try and get attached to the idea. “Hi, Lincoln,” she cooed quietly. At the girl’s words, she looked up, smiling. “Yeah?”

[miss-holiday-granger]

“Yeah.” Holiday reaches for the food with a soft smile, popping open the lid with a satisfied pop. Happy to be rid of the feeding tube and have her son in equal measure. Lincoln’s eyes linger on his mother. Drawn by her voice. “Hello, my love. Tess would love to see those grass greens that you got from your Daddy baby boy.’

[lola--ramirez]

“I broke my phone,” Lola began before trailing off as her eyes went wide. “Hol! You had the baby! Oh my god he’s beautiful,” she exclaims as she hugs her back, her eyes locked on the baby. A light in all the darkness that seemed to surround her.

[miss-holiday-granger]

“Three days ago. That story’s another one for the history books.” Holiday smiles without removing herself from the embrace. Something told her that Lola would need the hug in its long entirety,

[miss-holiday-granger]

FaceTime: Open.

[ohlara]

“Wait, you mean the footage that doesn’t show the being birthed part right? So when she’s a teenager she won’t be scared when you try and pull out the CDs? You’re such a mother, it’s cute. I feel like a teenager compared to you and I’m older than you.”

[miss-holiday-granger]

“Well, we’d both just turned nineteen when we had Jess. Two crazy kids taking on the world.” Lionel grins, but goes into a mocking tone, chastising couples who only talk in collective third person. We only eat kale. We don’t like the color orange. We have the same stick shoved up our asses. “Oh, shut up Lionel! I’m allowed to use we when it actually pertains to both of us. Don’t make me laugh, It hurts!”

[lola--ramirez]

Making no attempt to brush down her mess of hair or check to see how bad her eyes looked from all the crying Lola made her way to the door. She didn’t realize she needed to put on pants until she was halfway there and had to turn back. Finally after doing so she opened the door and her eyes went wide. “Hol..”

[miss-holiday-granger]

“Lo! Oh, thank God! When you didn’t reply to Jess’ message, I got so worried.” Holiday turns abruptly to her friend, hugging her without a second thought. She inadvertently disrupts a sleeping Lincoln. He erupts into muted tears, whining in his mother’s arm.