"I keep snakes away unless they are Gucci."
-Lilac Manor

"You guys really need to sort out your priorities." I moaned literally drained from all the bragging and complains I've listed to while sipping a glass of $300 champagne.

We were in Barcelona. Being more specific, the only five star hotel that was available which overlooked the beautiful blue Mediterranean Sea. It was breathtaking. Mouthwatering actually, when the sun was about to set or rise and we got to see it first hand since we were at the uppermost room of the hotel.

With our headswrapped with a fine white towel and our faces covered with avocado and egg masks, we were more than ready to admire our new looks.

"Get a grip Carrie, we'll wipe them off in a bit." Tyra said while overlooking the sea's horizon and holding her glass of champagne clearly directing her sentence to Carrie who was gently slapping her face indicating the mask was itchy.

Tyra and Carrie, my soulmates, or should I say my ride or dies. Yh, they're my everything. To top it off, we're known everywhere in America because of how influential our parents are.

Tyra's parents owned a private jet service which gained them billions every year and gave us trio the opportunity to travel around the world with nothing more than the need of a passport to get through airport security.

She was a goddess of dark brown hair which was always let down dead straight and lovely natural tanned colour skin.

Carrie on the other hand was as I'd like to say "modern day Cinderella." She had bright blue eyes and straight blond hair which smelt like lavender and always kept in a messy bun. She was actually known for her looks in every modelling agency you go to not to mention the fact she was the girlfriend of Dean Woods, a famous singer.

For the sake of the influence Dean has in almost every country we don't really pay when we go to concerts. Well actually, we don't pay at all.

Then there's lil ol'me. Lilac Manor known in every state of America with over a hundred  hundred thousand followers on all my social media accounts. Unlike the others, I had to work to be where I am today. My parents were very influential as well owning mindblowing companies around the globe but never made me live solemnly off them.

I took up modelling for a few years then started my own cosmetic company - Lilac Cosmetics run by my mum.

"So what's happening after Summer?" I asked the two.

I noticed Carrie looked away while Tyra came over from the balcony's to sit down.

"What did you want to happen?" Tyra asked me while sipping her drink once more. Did I mention she was badass?

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm off to boarding school. Daddy thinks I'm too..what's the word? Ah yes, "distracting." I said airquoting my last word.

"Carrie?" Trya looked in her direction.

"Oh erm, well..." Carrie was playing with her fingers.

"The f*ck Caroline Devote!" We both screamed literally holding our heads.

"I wanted to tell you, I really did. I just didn't know how to. Please don't be p*ssed at me."

Dear sweet Carrie here was supposedly engaged. Yhup that's right. She had an engagement ring on all this time and we couldn't tell. I mean, even if we saw it we couldn't tell since we always wear random rings. Some from Gucci others from Versace and other places.

"Baby girl, we're so happy for you!" Trya exclaimed. "This is amazing!" I continued. "-but Carrie? Are you ready to be a wife?"

She looked at me then back at the ring carefully tracing the diamonds on it. F*ck real live diamonds.

"We were going to wait till I'm twenty." She said shyly.

Carrie was super shy at times and this was one of her moments. Dean was twenty and she was eighteen, soon to be nineteen. Hey! I can't told it against her. She deserved the best after tolerating me since we were in diapers.

"Do your parents know?" Tyra asked gently putting her glass down on a side table.

"Mum's aware." As she now stood up to look at the sun set. "Dad's left."

Mr. Devonte - commonly known as the man in black was Carrie's father. A real chill to the spine if you ask me. That man is always in black. Black shoes, black shirts, black tux, black shades and he even dyes his blonde hair black. We're used to it now, it's a fact. He. Is. Obsessed. With. Black.

"Don't worry girl, just rip it off like a band-aid." I said approaching her to give her a tight hug from behind. She just giggled at my reaction.

"You need to tell us everything before we fly back." Tyra said gradually joining our hug.

"I sure will." Carrie said was we watched the sun set.

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The journey in Tyra's private jet back to the states was excellent. Books to read , food to eat and loads of drama to listen to not to talk of the amazing movies we watched. On the whole, I'd say it was pretty chill.

As we got off the plane the cold of America hit us since it was the end of summer.

I was dressed in a black crop top with grey leggings and a simple black coat Carrie had camouflage sweat pants on with a long sleeved white top completed with a cardigan across her waist and as always, she had her hair in a lovely messy bun. Tyra on the other hand had taken a blanket off the jet and was shivering like she had been left in the North pole of die.

As we stool in front of the airport for a while a black car drove up to where we stood.

It can't be. Oh wait! It is!

I run up to the man who came out of the car dressed in a navy blue tuxedo with sunglasses on but since it was dawn it got me wondering what he was wearing shades for.

"Liam!" I screamed as I fell into his embrace nearly knocking him off his feet.

"Ay ay! Be careful Lilac. I'm not planning on getting squished." He sarcastically said taking off his shades and slipping them into his pocket.

How I missed my big brother. Liam is a pretty busy person so seeing him is quite rare. He had a share in half the banks in New York and was gradually building his business in Beverly Hills. He's one of the things I'm proud of. He's literally my favourite.

"Pick me!" I demanded like a little child and I quickly jumped up onto his back before he could react. Hehe #lilsisterthings

"What the h*ll Lilac!" Liam exclaimed because my bushy brown hair was all over his face now but I must admit, he was doing a pretty good job holding me since I'm as heavy as a pregnant elephant.

Tyra and Carrie finally walked up to us dragging their Gucci hand luggage.

"Look who's here Carrie." Tyra said, nudging Carrie in the ribs.

She just reacted with an "Ow."

I watched Tyra walk up to Liam slowly then look into his eyes like she was burning holes in them. You know... I've always simped for these two since Tyra was like twelve and Liam was about fifteen but now they're grown up. Tyra is seventeen and Liam is twenty- one.

She quickly glanced at me still on Liam's back then back at him and punched his stomach making him drop me.

"See why I don't mingle with you girls!" He said in pain. "You're all dangerous." He said finally straightening his tux. Tyra kissed his cheek lightly then giggled "We love you too."

"See ya later." Tyra said to me and Carrie as she waved us and walked to a car waiting for her dragging her luggage along and still wrapped in the blanket from the jet.

It was just the three of us now and all this time, unknowingly Carrie had taken us a video.

That sneaky girl.

"We know you like her Liam." I whisper into my brothers ear trying to balance myself on my tippy toes.

"P*ss off Lilac." He said to me with a smirk while helping us with our bags then walking over to the black range in front of us.

"Should we intervene?" Carrie asked casually leaning on my shoulder.

"I don't know about you but my brother needs to man up." I said gently stroking my chin trying to device a mastermind plan.

"I like your thinking girl." Carrie told my before we burst into a fit of laughter.

We rode in silence to Carrie's house before we dropped her off. Now it was just me, Mark the driver and Liam who had been tapping his phone for the past 20 minutes.

"Lemme see that." I said scooting over to him.

He quickly turned it off and slid his phone into his left pocket. "You'll go blind."

"Not before you do." I said with my head now resting on his shoulder.

Liam being the amazingly sweet big brother he is released the tension on his shoulder for me to relax better then carigly run his fingers through my messy curls. You can't blame him, I was after all his little sister and his... and I quote "most prized possession."

"Love you lil Lilac." was the last thing I heard before I slowly drifted off fast into sleep.

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A/N: I have no idea where this story is going but I promise, there's a method to my madness.
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