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[carson-goldwyn-blog]

Moving Forward → Self-Para

TAGGING → Carson Goldwyn & Liliana Dunn, his cousin

LOCATION → His apartment, off campus

TIMEFRAME → Sunday night, June 5th

Carson woke up to the smell of dinner being made. He wasn’t exactly too sure how he fell asleep all day today, especially at his apartment. He hasn’t been here since the night that he brought Nora over for the date. His hands rubbed his face and yawned. His cousin, Liliana, was in the kitchen. They both had an agreement that she would be staying here for the summer to help her rediscover herself or some bullshit that he didn’t really understand. 

“Oh, look who’s awake. Glad that you could join me from the land of the dead, it must have been one hell of a journey.“ Carson rolled his eyes at his cousin’s sarcasm. To him, it honestly didn’t suit her mainly because Liliana was known to be a sweet girl on campus. "Shut up, Lils. Being sarcastic is unbecoming for you, and you know it.” His cousin’s laugh filled the room and he could only smirk.

“Then no pot roast for you, and I know that this is your favorite.” As if it was on cue, his stomach growled at the mention of pot roast. He knew that he would do anything for this meal. He pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key like a child would. Liliana gave him a certain look before she shook her head. She plated the food with the pot roast that had potatoes and carrots. She added mashed potatoes on the side and ladled the gravy from the slow cooker on top the potatoes. “This looks amazing. Thanks, Lils.” Carson dug into his food.

Once he had cleaned off his plate, he downed his water and took his plate to the sink. “You cooked, I’ll clean,” he offered. Liliana nodded her head. “So what does the mighty man of this apartment plan to do for the summer?” The dirty blonde groaned at her question because his father asked the exact question the other day. “I’m interning at my dad’s rival’s office and he fucking hates me for it.” He had a total fight with good ‘ole Kent Goldwyn the other day. He told his son that he would learn nothing from that son of a bitch. But his professor had gone out of his way to get Carson this internship. It wasn’t like he was going to completely betray his father’s company. Liliana shook her head. “You know, have you spoken to you dad in person? Or like tried to reach out to him?” He knew that she was right, but he just wasn’t in the right headspace to be doing all of that. “I honestly just want to start this internship and show him that I won’t falter from the Goldwyn name.”

That was the absolute last thing that he wanted to do. This was just so he could get experience from outside of the company. He didn't want his life to be only about Goldwyn Banks, he wanted to make sure that he had perspective. And this was his opportunity for that. He just needed his father to understand.

[jordyneedwards-blog]

Summer Plans → Self Para

TAGGING → Jordyn and her father, Lucas

LOCATION → Jordyn’s dorm

TIME FRAME → Tuesday afternoon, May 31st

Jordyn’s laptop starting singing, the sound of it make her smile widely, jumping up for joy as she rushed back to her laptop she left on her bed. She had only stepped away to get a water bottle and a snack, but she was waiting for her father to call her on Skype. They had been Skyping almost everyday since she had arrived in the city but with Memorial Weekend here, this was his busiest time at the restaurant so they hadn’t spoken since last Wednesday. 

“Dad!” She said cheerfully as the cameras switched on and he came into view. 

“Hi pumpkin,” He smiled back, “How are you?”

“I’m good, done with finals. Oh! I’ve been teaching some students here how to cook, that’s been fun.” She nodded. “How is everything over there? How’s the restaurant, how’s Carmen and the rest of the crew? I miss you, I miss everyone there.” 

“We’re doing okay, we survived the Memorial Weekend chaos. I’m sure the students there appreciate your lessons.” There was a pause, “Have you thought about our last conversation.”

The blonde girl nodded, “Yes dad.” She playfully rolled her eyes. “And you’re right. As much as I’d like to come home this summer, I’ll stick around and catch up on what I missed since I got such a late start this year.”

Her father smiled, “Good, good. I want you home, but I want you there too. There will always be Thanksgiving and Christmas and who knows maybe I’ll take a little vacation and come visit you.”

Jodryn’s eyes widened, “Really? That would be great! We can go to all the best restaurants, I’m sure you’ve already been there. Ooh and you can also meet me professors, well the cooking ones. They’d love you and you’d love them. We’ve never had a vacation that didn’t involve camping or anything we couldn’t do at Breckenridge. Oh dad, you have to come visit now.”

Her father laughed, “I’ll do my best sweetheart. So what else has been going on in your life?”

They Skype conversation continued for hours, they even decided to cook together, almost like old times. Then they ate, it wasn’t the same as being home but it was as close as she could get and it was nice to speak with her father again. It was late in the night when they finally said their goodbyes and went to get a good night’s rest.

[issa-is-archive]

Hadn’t Known | Self-Para

TAGGING → Issa Anderson and her mother TIME FRAME → Friday afternoon, May 27th

Finally finishing her final papers had left Issa with a free moment to actually sit and think by herself for the first time in a over a week. She had been so busy with school, with Noah, that she had barely relaxed and taken a breath. Part of that definitely had been on purpose, pushing herself and keeping herself busy to the point where she just wanted to go to sleep, she realized now as she sat down, fiddling with her phone and wondering how in the world she was supposed to make this phone call. It wasn’t every day you had to call your mother and confront her about a supposed sibling popping up out of nowhere. 

She hit the call button, putting the phone to her ear before she could back out of it, shutting her eyes as it rang and praying for it to go to voicemail - as she usually did when she called her mother, but more desperate in this moment. As was her luck, her mother answered, her usual brisk greeting coming through the phone and being met with silence, Issa not prepared in even the slightest. 

“Issa?” came the follow up question, causing the girl to shake her head and jump to her feet, starting to pace the room. “Mother.” she finally said, her voice higher than usual due to her nerves. “Hi.” The girl paused again, and she could hear her mother’s impatience coming through in just the sigh that was uttered on the other end of the phone. The question wasn’t one easily asked, and the more she thought about it, the more her tongue got tied.

“Did you need something?” came the sharp, impatient words, the annoyance Issa was used to feeling from her mother, the very irritation she had grown up with. A long sigh left Issa’s lips, her eyes closing slowly as she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. 

“Did you know that my dad had another kid? That I have....a sister?”

The question was met with silence. 

Issa knew that her mother and father hadn’t been married for love, not really. She knew that they both had affairs after she was born, while she was still just a baby. She knew that her father had left by the time she was a year old, and while she hadn’t known it had been for another woman, clearly it must have been, if she had an 18 year old sister, someone who was less than 2 years younger than her. She knew her mother had been in love with someone who wouldn’t leave his marriage for her, resulting in the first loveless marriage to her father, and followed up by the marriage to her stepfather. 

She suspected that it was because she had gotten so much shit for being cold, for not being maternal, unladylike, too focused on her career. She had suspected that her father hated her for being a reminder of her mother, and vice versa. She had suspected that this might be true, that she might not be the only spawn of Jimmy Anderson running around out there. . 

But she hadn’t known.

“Mom?” Issa asked softly, her voice cracking slightly, wanting, just for once, for her mother to have some sort of feeling when it came to her, wanting her just for once to treat her like a daughter, and not another task of life she had simply wanted to check off. 

“We’ll talk about this when you come home for the summer.” 

The words were the only confirmation she needed. Her breath caught, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt a single tear escape from one and run down her cheek. “How could you keep something like that from me? I know you hate him, I know he wants nothing to do with us, but that’s something important, Mom,” she said, her voice rising. “It might not matter to you, but did you ever think that it might matter to me?”

“I said, we will talk about this when you come home.” 

“Fuck that. I’m not coming home. I’m getting an internship in the city. Continue on your busy life as Doctor Anderson-Grimes. You don’t need me to do that,” she snapped, abruptly pulling the phone away from her ear and ending the call, tossing the phone away from her. Her eyes stared towards her wall, unfocused, trying to take in the information she had just received. As soon as Elena had said his name, she had known. But this? This was different. Her mother only evaded an answer when it was too painful to admit the truth. When she might be wrong.

Issa had suspected this. 

But she hadn’t known.