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STARTER FOR; @kylelcpez

The Jeep came to a shuddering halt outside the familiar house, a few miles out of town in Cobblepoint, a place she had grown more familiar with over the past few years when she would drop Ava off to spend time with her father. When Nicola had chosen to settle in River Heights, near the water and the bustling business of downtown, Kyle had chosen Cobblepoint which allowed for their daughter to experience the best of both worlds. Once she had put the car in park, her daughter opened the passenger seat door and hopped out of the car, grabbing her backpack and racing across the front yard towards the door. Ava had told her that she had tons of homework to do, but Nicola knew that it was code for ‘talking to the cute boy from history class.’ She didn’t pry or question it, she knew what it was like to be that age; first crush, first love, first kiss, she had experienced it all. She just wished it wasn’t happening so soon. It was almost as if she had blinked and was instantly greeted by a twelve-year-old who wanted to wear make-up and frequent Starbucks and have alone time --- whatever the hell that meant.

Nicola got out of the car and made her way towards the house, the front door unlocked as she pushed it open and set down her car keys on the mantle. She’d always chosen to make herself at home in Kyle’s house; a certain sense of familiarity greeting her as she stepped inside. They shared a child, they were family. “Kyle? Are you in the kitchen?” Nicola called out, seeing Ava’s backpack abandoned on the entryway floor as she moved towards the kitchen but only silence greeted her. She pulled open the refrigerator, scanning the contents inside and cursing under her breath at the fact that he didn’t have her soda of preference. The audacity. Then, the sound of footsteps approached and she turned to glare at him. “You’re out of Mountain Dew.” Nicola pouted, taking two bottled waters instead and offering one to Kyle. “So… I’m thinking of getting another tattoo, adding to my sleeve. The WAP lyrics---” she said, twisting the cap off her water and taking a sip. “I just need to decide which lyrics and what font, so Sera can do it.” She watched for Kyle’s reaction, an innocent gleam in her dark brown eyes.

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STARTER FOR; @alexandregrey

JULY 14TH, 2019.

It had been several months since Nicola had seen Alex; FaceTime calls didn’t do it justice and watching his life evolve behind a screen, where a ‘like’ or ‘comment’ didn’t mean much, it often felt as if she was barely hanging onto their friendship. She understood how busy their lives had gotten, she of all people knew how difficult it was to juggle a personal and professional life but sometimes she wished that her best friend lived closer. That their reunions weren’t few and far between, or that if she wanted to see him, it wasn’t a six-hour airplane ride to the other side of the country. Loneliness wasn’t something that Nicola often dwelled on, but it was something she felt, especially with Alex’s absence. She felt it most during the good times, the times when she wanted to tell him good or exciting news and see his expression change when he heard it. The good news was usually relayed through texts, and delayed responses were constant due to the time difference or traveling. They made time for each other, but there were only so many hours in a day. She missed her best friend, sometimes more than she could bear. At twenty nine years old, she still needed Alex as much as she did when she was fifteen and figuring out the world. They had grown together, and learned together, and loved together. He had been there when she brought Ava into the world, and she had been there when he got accepted to Juilliard, and they had been there for each other for each significant milestone in their lives. They would be there for marriages, and more kids, and big business opportunities --- even if they weren’t in the same city.

Alex’s flight from Los Angeles had gotten into JFK a few hours prior, coming into town to celebrate Ava’s eleventh birthday, which was the next day. She was having a Rockstar Sleepover Party and it was only fitting that Alex Grey was in attendance, as he was every year. Ava loved Alex, they were like two peas in a pod when they were together, and he encouraged her daughter’s love of singing and her desire to learn the piano. At six years old, Ava had announced her plan to be the next Taylor Swift, putting on performances for her family members in the living room. These performances were always recorded and sent to Alex, of course. Technology allowed for them to remain close, even when distance didn’t. It was one of the things she was most grateful for, and the fact that fame hadn’t diminished the importance they both held in each other’s lives. Alex had always been destined for greatness, whether it was in Hollywood or their small hometown, and Nicola felt nothing but pride that she was fortunate enough to witness the man that he had become.

Now, she sat at the foot of his bed in his childhood bedroom, surrounded by high school memorabilia and the occasional photo of a red carpet appearance that his mother had insisted on framing. A familiar polaroid photo of them both had been stuck to the side of his mirror above the dresser; it was them at sixteen years old, sitting on the beach in their swimsuits, with Nicola wearing Alex’s sunglasses. A pair of sunglasses she still had, wearing them occasionally whenever she felt a hint of nostalgia. “God, this room is like a fucking time capsule,” she commented, eyes drifting across the interior as her fingers brushed against the fabric of the comforter beneath her. “I’m pretty sure if I searched hard enough I could find a couple of condoms stashed away somewhere. Circa 2007.” Nicola raised a mischievous brow in Alex’s direction, a lighthearted chuckle following soon after.

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