.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.—

❝ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀs ᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ❞【𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼】#𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁—

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

❝ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊, ɪ’ᴠᴇ 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖉 ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊. ❞

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••sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ @TroubledWithin

••ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ #𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 https://

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — return is to hit-up one of the old gems?” She quirked a deviously pleased grin.

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

[x] 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕠 [x]

The Easton Estates.

Through the obnoxiously predominant street lights that followed in the reflection of the tinted window Arielle now rested her head against, the world seemed to just follow her in it’s ecstatic city glow. She —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — find a way to memorize his features before he disappeared again.

“You have so much to tell, dork. I’ve missed you, city’s most definitely not the same.” She perked up, a light flashing over her eyes for a moment. “Speaking of, I’m guessing the best way to celebrate your —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — into her shoes so that she could concentrate here instead of through the past.

“Unfortunately, it’s Kingston code that I be armed so, your brother better watch out. I might /accidentally/ shoot him while trying to be his advisor.” She grinned gently up at him, trying to —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — she’d never been so far from him that she couldn’t call her driver and be at his manor in seconds. He was living his life as happily as ever, even if she was not a part of it.

“I believe I’m a danger to myself more than others,” she laughed to herself, pulling herself back —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — wondered what song they might’ve been partying to, or what crazy-stupid drink would be his poison that night, or who he’d been with...

Her mind tried to draw itself elsewhere but she failed because deep down, he was all she wanted to think about. So far away that it hurt, —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — towards the sky, stars illuminating beautifully just over her head. These were the moments she’d actually ponder over what Scott and the gang were up to at that exact moment. She thought about the troubles they would be getting into, the parties they were raving.

She —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — in a terrifying wake-up call. And when she’d tempted the height, the mere drop that would test her body over hundreds of feet in the air, she’d calm herself in enough time to simply throw her delicate legs over the edge, falling effortlessly over the edge.

Her head drawn up —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — swallow her up into the impending starry sky, hoping to disappear inside of her body like tiny luminescent lights through her veins. As if her body acted as christmas lights begging her cautiously back and forth across the ledge, barefeet tempting the final line once or twice —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — feel irrelevant. When she was out on that balcony, she usually pulled herself right onto the ledge and stalked it back and forth like a tightrope, balancing effortlessly on a beam for her bare feet. There was no safety net or comfy mat below, just the city lights there to —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — underground dreams, leaving her to her own solitude, always watching the city from above, her windows keeping her from the jump more than her balcony did. She loved to test the limits, as one of the tallest skyscrapers in the entire city, one of the top floors made it all —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — annoying little-sister or the magnifying doll of the decade.

They kept the city alive for years, the best years of their lives, up until the day they decided their lives were no longer happy at home. They just picked up and moved across the country to fufill their —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — been the innocent angel she was and returned the car to settle for a few huntress instead. Even after all their shenanigans were said and done, they accepted her into their group and became unstoppable.

Arielle had two more best-friends, always treating her like either the —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — herself the morning after, three days of being hungover thanks to Paxton. Also, waking up with the keys to Max’s million-dollar, four-wheel baby after recalling that his dumbass had thrown it into the pot cockily during a game of poker. The guilt had gotten to her, so she’d —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — never-ending lists of ex-lovers, and then she became the brat trying to tear their boy away from them for stupid bonding time. And finally, when Scott managed to drag her out with them one night, she earned her respect and place in the Sons of Cali.

Obviously, she hated —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — up, she worked her ass off in order to gain their respect. It was irrelevant that she was /just/ Scott’s childhood friend.

Of course, at first, she was just a smart-mouthed, little girl that followed them around. Then she became the trophy Max & Lucas tried adding to their —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — better than he could read her. Which almost made it too easy.

Lucas Paxton. Heavy-Weight Drinking God. Until he chose to challenge Arielle one night and she easily out-drank the arrogant play master nearly three times her size.

Even though she repeatedly showed the guys —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — games better than anyone. Even one another. Arielle managed to cheat them best uniquely due to the fact she knew them so well.

Max Williams. Gambling King, well—before Arielle gave him a run for his money and kicked his ass repeatedly at his own game. She could read him so —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — They may have had a problem or two when they first met, living luxuries unlike any other rich, trust-fund baby for their youth.

Arielle not only ran with the big boys, but she had them all wrapped around her finger in the palm of her hand. She knew their minds and their —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — her sick, but it was actually knowing Scott was a participating member that did make it worse. Nevertheless, Arielle knew how to keep her cool better than anyone, a facade that made it impossible to read, and made it seemingly effortless to run the city with the big boys. —

[.ᴀʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴏɴ.— @VenusOtium]

@TroubledWithin — lovely matter that made loving him as just a friend so much harder and complicated, especially noting the competitive nature of his fellow Sons of Cali, even more specially when it came to their game of women statistics. The raging competition between the infamous trio made —