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Moving || Self Para

TAGGING: Ria Lopez, with mentions of Santana Lopez, Ava Rose, Gaby Lopez, and the Harpers. 

TIMEFRAME: Monday, October 26th, 2015, 9:00 AM. 

LOCATION: The Lopez Residence, driving to various locations, and the Harper Residence.

SUMMARY: Ria skips school to pack up her stuff and temporarily move out of her house while her family isn’t home to stay with the Harpers for a while. 

NOTE: Mentions of anxiety/panic attacks.

9:00AM. 

She’d kept everything quiet that morning. Trying to make it look like she was trying to sneak out of her house silently without much confrontation with anyone. She’d even driven off in her car by herself like she usually did when she didn’t want to ride with her sisters, which she guessed would have been normal for the situation anyways, right?? So it was what she did. But instead of actually going to school like she might have on any other day, Ria parked a ways away, and then walked back into the bushes near their house. She watched her sisters leave, and then her parents. All going off for their daily routines, all going about their lives. And that was what she wanted for all of them. Even Santana, who she really didn’t know about right now. 

Ria re-emerged from the bushes once all the cars pulled out, making her way back towards the front door of her house and using her house key to let herself in. Everything about their house was quiet, peaceful...the way Ria liked it, honestly. She missed staying home more, or being able to stay in their house with out anybody else around. She used to do it all the time...but she wasn’t really sure who she was anymore anyways.

Ria made her way quickly down the hallway to her bedroom, unloading a small suitcase, and a few clothes covers to hang her better outfits in. Yes, she was serious about taking them with her, even if she knew she wouldn’t probably wear them. Normally she wouldn’t mind if Gaby or Santana borrowed something of hers for the day, but right now, it wasn’t something she felt entirely comfortable with. Stupid, and she knew it, but it was doing loads for her mental sanity to focus on packing up her favorite articles of clothing.

Putting each of the nicer things into the clothes covers, and throwing all kinds of comfort clothes into the suitcase was weirdly soothing to Ria. Maybe it was just the basic motion of it, and finally getting a second of privacy, but it was something she’d needed ever since she and Santana had that almost war, by her standards via text message. Which somehow made it worse, the fact that it wasn’t in person. She’d had a panic attack through the yelling, honestly...it took her a while each time all the messages came through, each ding from her sister getting more and more hostile to actually process it all. She didn’t understand. Honestly, she didn’t. She didn’t know why she was being yelled at, and she didn’t know why expressing her feelings meant she was crying out for attention or pity. That wasn’t what she wanted at all. She didn’t even really think she deserved attention, if she was being honest. But that was beside the point now. 

She knew if she was going to do this, she had to at least tell her sisters. Or, Gaby, yeah. She’d write to Gaby. Ria took out a piece of notebook paper from her sparkly psychology notebook, writing in sharpie with big, scribbly bubble letters, and dotting her i’s with hearts like she always did. 

“Gaby -- 

I’m sorry I did this, but I had to get away. I’m going to be living somewhere else for a while. I love you, but I can’t be here right now. Please don’t come looking for me, or go through my stuff. I just need space. I’m completely safe, I promise. I’ll be back soon. Tell mom and dad not to worry, and that I love them. Tell Santana that I love her too.

 xoxo, Ria” 

Ria had already made it a thing to basically cleanse herself of the stuff that reminded her of Ava. Dying her hair back to her natural color, abandoning her Twitter for a while. All of those things were the little things she knew she had to do before she did this big one. Because right now, she didn’t really know who she could trust, or what she was supposed to do, but she knew she needed space. From the show, from school, from her sisters, from Ava, from life. Everything was falling apart, and Ria could feel herself sinking. So maybe that’s what she was gonna do. Sink with it.

9:36AM. 

Ria rolled the suitcase down her street, looking all around and watching out for anyone she knew, her family coming back, or some evidence of any fan or anyone related to the show. She had to make her getaway, and she had to make it fast. She moved as fast as her small frame would let her, hangers over one arm while she practically hid behind her sunglasses, and the giant sunhat she had on. If it wasn’t for the current circumstances, she probably would have had fun imagining herself as some kind of undercover spy on a top secret mission or something. 

9:51AM. 

Finally she got to where she’d parked her car, ways away from her house, and booked it out of there. The drive felt good, smooth, and maybe there was this weird part of her that was exhilarated by it all. The freedom. She didn’t need the reminder right now that it wasn’t really freedom if she was quite literally, running way from her problems, so that’s what she was going to call it. For now. Besides, she’d gotten the okay from the Harpers, who she assumed were all gonna be at school when she got there, but maybe she wanted to give herself a mental check out day anyways. She could always go to a spa, or get her nails done or something. She was long overdue, by her own standards. 

12:30PM. 

Two smoothies and a pedicure later, and Ria was pretty positive she was ready to go. Almost. I mean, she had to wait for someone to get back to the Harper’s, right?? She didn’t want to be rude. Maybe she could just go for a drive. Drive somewhere far away, or at least that felt that way. There was a part of her that sort of wished she could really run away, but she knew that wouldn’t be possible for a bunch of reasons. And maybe, underneath it all she was too scared to actually run away. What did that make her, a coward?? Pathetic?? Maybe all of the above. But Ria just drove for a while, away from where she knew there would be people from school, or the show. Away from the stuff that she was so afraid of right now. She just wanted to be alone. That wasn’t bad, right? Alone was good. When she was alone, no one could stop her. 

2:03PM. 

Finally, Ria pulled her small car up to the Harper residence. Which, upon doing so, she realized was going to be a problem. So she made it a point to approach the door quickly, getting out of the car with not much second thought and putting her hangers over one arm again while she rolled her suitcase with the other. It wasn’t until she approached the front door officially that she really realized that it was real. 

She just ran out on her sisters, her life. She just erased Ava and parts of her life that had really meant something to her without even letting herself think twice about it. 

Thick tears began to fill Ria’s eyes as she stood there for a second, practically trembling in front of the door. She was so, so happy that Blake and Eliza and all of them had been so nice about letting her stay there, and she knew it was something she needed, but it didn’t mean that this still didn’t hurt. That she still wasn’t scared to death, or completely unsure of if she could really make it through life or be anything more than useless at all. Maybe she wasn’t meant for all of that stuff after all. But one thing she knew she could do right now is hide. 

Ria sniffled a few times, brushing away tears from her face before she approached the door, knocking on it quickly seven times while she tapped her foot subconsciously waiting for it to open. She couldn’t have been more relieved when she did. 

“Oh my gosh, thank you SO much for having me, can I leave my stuff in here really quick and come back?? I have to move my car. I don’t want anybody to find it parked outside of your house.” 

[rahrahrialopez]

On The Carpet || Self Para

Tagging: Ria Lopez (x)  Location: Premiere party, on the red carpet.  Time Frame: Saturday, August 22nd General notes: Ria arrives to the premiere dateless, and gets asked questions on the red carpet. 

The night had finally come, and Ria was admittedly more nervous than she wanted to let on. She tapped her fingers in her lap, shaking her leg slightly with anticipation as she waited to be dropped off at the premiere. She’d wanted to come alone for a reason, and away from her sisters. So she’d had her mom drop her off later, after the two of them had gone, insisting that it was because she wasn’t completely ready. And now, there she was. 

Ria stepped out of the car to appear for the red carpet of the premiere, eyes moving in her direction as she gave them an expression that looked like a deer in headlights. She couldn’t help but notice that there were people around whispering, most likely she assumed about her lack of arriving with her anticipated celebrity date, Harry Styles. But Ria had to press on. What would Ria do? Sometimes she had to remind herself. 

Thankfully, a red carpet interviewer approached her fast enough that she didn’t have to think too much about the whispering and few flashes of cameras that she knew was happening around her. Admittedly it wasn’t as much as she’d hoped, and she could tell that it hadn’t been a particularly memorable entrance for anyone. 

“Ria! Ria, how are you tonight? We can’t help but notice that you’re missing someone important tonight! Where’s your date?” 

Ria smiled brightly at the reporter, blinking one too many times that only subtley hinted at her nerves. 

“Oh he’ll be here. He likes to make an entrance, his manager already texted me and said he’s on his way.” 

The interviewer nodded at her, and Ria couldn’t help but question the gesture. Was it fake? Did he believe her? Did anyone believe anything that came out of her mouth anymore? 

“Great! We’ll look for him. What is the most challenging aspect of having your life filmed?” 

She couldn’t help but let out a bit of a sigh of relief with the change of subject from her date, glad to at least for the moment have the subject off of that. She needed to talk about anything else right now, or she didn’t know exactly how this night was gonna go. As Ria often did, she made her usual firey personality return.

“Oh I don’t mind any of it, I love it. I eat up the cameras, and I’m totally used to it by the way, this isn’t my first reality show. I’ve been on a ton of others, so everyone should definitely be used to me by now.” 

While Ria wasn’t entirely sure if the reporter was convinced of that one either, he continued on. Why did they keep asking her questions? Couldn’t they just leave her alone? 

“Which celebrities do you think are the most influential, and why?”

“Celebrities? Please. Of course I have to say my total hunk Harry, because he does so many amazing things for young girls and he’s a total feminist, by the way. And I’ve gotta say I love me some Kim K and Kylie Jenner, they totally know what they’re about. Selena Gomez is super nice also by the way, I met her on a plane once.”

Question after question, word vomit after word vomit. Maybe this was becoming a problem. Her sisters, particularly Gaby had warned her about this, and always seemed to be concerned by it but could it really be a problem? Could Ria wrap herself in so many lies that there wasn’t going to be any of her left? 

“How amazing! You’ll have to tell us more about that. But continuing...what are you most passionate about?”

“Being the star of every TV show, of course! Duh.” 

At least the reporter, it seemed, was trying to keep her comfortable in the situation, despite her answers. She didn’t know if he actually believed her or not, but she did appreciate the reassurance. 

“What’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken?”

Of course, this was a trickier question. Naturally, Ria felt her stomach clench slightly in that moment as her thoughts began to get a lot louder. Lying to everyone. Lying about the fact that Harry Styles was her date when everyone would see he wasn’t. Lying about who she was. 

“Oh please, I take risks all the time. I don’t know whether going out on a limb to try to speak to Snooki on the set of Jersey Shore, or auditioning for commercials from the age of three was a bigger risk. But I’m not afraid of anything.” 

Lies. They were such lies. All of it was one big fat lie. Ria swallowed, bracing herself as the interview continued, knowing that if she was going to get an out anytime soon, she was going to take it. 

“Of course, how could we forget? Oh and one last question for you...What accomplishment in your life are you most proud of?”

For a second as Ria stood there, camera in her face with the arrivals of other students at her school and flashing cameras around her at the premiere, Ria truthfully didn’t know what to say for herself. Of course, Ria Lopez had plenty of things to be proud of. Her Del Taco commercial, all the appearances she’d made on television, her celebrity date. But Ria Lopez was starting to become someone that she wasn’t really entirely sure she knew anymore. It definitely wasn’t someone she recognized, or could ultimately say she was all that proud of. She’d never really been that proud of herself at all, when it came down to it.

But of course, she wasn’t going to let the camera know that.

“I’m proud of all of my amazing accomplishments. My life is hashtag awesome, and I’m pretty sure everyone at our school is jealous of me. Thank you MTV! Love you!” 

Ria blew kisses into the camera as she waved one more time, waiting until they moved on from her on the carpet and letting out a giant sigh of relief. The eyes still continued to her and her bright yellow dress as she moved across the red carpet, but eventually she found away to make her way through, and towards the back, where she was hoping she could find a friendly face, or the bathroom soon. Quite honestly, Ria didn’t know much more of this she could take before her nerves would get the better of her...like they always did.