The Dreams of Our Future

[Moonie]

Through the window of the cab, the hazel eyed girl watched giddily as the landscape rolled by. Not only was she going to be on reality television, one of the biggest ways to be spotted. But she was going to create outfits while on the show. It was her master plan of being recognized, hopefully, by someone who would admire her talent.

It wasn't that she didn't treat herself modestly, but that she pushed herself to be as good as she was. Juniper wasn't going let her obvious talent go to waste by being shy about it. She intended to turn heads, stop feet and attract people. She knew she was a great looking girl with a decent body to boot. And with her designer and make-up artist skills, she could transform into a different person, if that was her intention.

As soon as the cab stopped in front of the enormous building in Costa del Sol, she couldn't help but hesitate and stare for a minute. Taking a deep and final relaxing breath, Juniper stepped out of the cab and began dragging out her luggage.

Perhaps, she thought to herself, four bags was a bit much. On her back was a backpack, full of her utensils and designer kits needed to make her clothes. A shoulder bag contained her miscellaneous beauty products. The two wheeled totes in her hands contained several articles of clothing. Yes, a bit much. But she shouldered them all and began dragging them into the house.

"Hello, career."


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[Juicebox]

Slender waist, steely back, and searing warmth. And this had to be the single, most embarrassing moment of Hope's life.

All but an hour ago he was well on his way to the lodging accommodations, the closest thing to paradise he'd ever get. What does his assjackal of a brother do to him during his hour of need? Duncan kicks him out of the car. In the middle of no where. For a booty call, nonetheless. The value of their brotherly love was lower than some girl he only met.

Honestly, Hope wasn't sure why he was surprised by this. Maybe it was the shock of being in the middle of a city he'd never been in was to blame. Thankfully he was a light packer and only had a backpack of clothes plus essentials to hold on to. Walking a few miles with a light burden wasn't the problem. Being lost was- stuck in Hade's armpit with no sense of direction was the worst possible thing he thought could happen.

Somehow a guardian angel at a rundown gas station answered his prayers. Not only willing to give a ride, but also going to the very same location as him. Hope was close to kissing the very boot that saved his ass, praising this stranger to all gods and religions.

The only problem was the ride itself. Dante was a bit hardcore at first glance, Hope couldn't help noticing. Of course someone like him didn't drive a soccer mom's minivan around. Nope. Dante was all thrills, hence the awesome motorcycle. Problem was it was narrow, like body hugging narrow. Gripping Dante's dufflebag for support was out of the equation, the hold was dangerously questionable and loose so he was forced to hold onto his new friend. Making the entire trip there uncomfortably mortifying.

Dante didn't seem to mind, in fact- he sniggering like a preschooler at Hope's face. Throughout the drive, he could hear the snickering above the engine and slapping wind. He wanted nothing more than to hide his face and jump off the bike in mid-motion; being reasonable, he gritted through the humiliation until they arrived.

"It wasn't that bad. C'mon- that was nothing. No big deal." Dante wore a pearly-white smirk that would put teeth commercials to shame. Helping the helmet off Hope, he near snorted at the glare underneath the helmet hair. Dismounted, they both sauntered to the front. Hope wasn't about to forgive the indignity he suffered. "May I remind you that you weren't the one riding the bitch seat, holding on to another guy."

Dante gave a playful bat of his eyes, bumping his elbow into the shorter male. "Aw. Don't be shy now, we're past that amigo. You've touched me in ways I've never known."

Clearly missing the humor in his joke, Hope groaned and hid in his upturned palms, grumbling. Throat deep and booming, Dante's laughter blared all over the parking lot. Messing with Hope was a treat; meanwhile Hope was sensing the familiarity of brotherly bullying- that usual forte of his older brothers. This was going to be a complex friendship. Dante clapped his hand on his pale friend's shoulder, nodding. "It's decided. You're definitely rooming with me. We gotta break you out of that shell."

No escape now. A minute later, Hope spotted a petite figure ahead. One that was barely lugging what looked to be boulder-heavy luggage behind her. What was with women and overpacking? Jabbing a thumb in her direction, he looked to his roommate in query. "Should we go help her?"

Dante's scrunched up expression said it all at first glance. Dufflebag hauled over one shoulder, he gave a wave of his wrist as if it dismissed the matter entirely. "She's fine. If she packed all that for herself then she can damn well carry it on her own like everyone else. She's not some weakling if she's gotten this far."

Not sure to leave it at that, Hope glanced back at the girl in question then decided against his better judgment. Jogging onward, he rounded around her only a few feet ahead and turned. "Hey, uh- do you need any help carrying that? Looks like you're about to break something if you keep dragging it."

Pale eyes stared flatly at the scene at the fore, shaking a headful of dark locks in disbelief. A slow learner, that one. Dante walked over to grab the hood of Hope's jacket, ready to pull him away inside. "Let's go, doormat. She can make do without you. We, on the other hand, still got to unpack."

[Moonie]

June wasn't expecting anyone already, so when the boy jumped in front of her, she skittered to a stop and looked at him. A smile crossed her lips at the offer of help and was about to accept it until another man appeared to drag the other away. Now, she wasn't the girl who usually had an attraction to tough looking guys like him, but her interest was instantly piqued. However, she wasn't extremely fond of his attitude. She rose her eyebrows at his words, brushing her off like some poor soul who was homeless, it seemed. She placed a hand on her hip and directed her sharp eyes at him.

"Well, help would be nice. And I'm sure he can decide on his own whether he would like to or not," she began brusquely. Juniper then looked at the pale blond and offered him another smile as she held out her hand. "I'm Juniper Lette. You can call me June if you want to. I have to go get my room key, first, though. See you inside?"

She spared the taller guy one more glance, unsure if she would like him or not during this experience. Before she could gather her bags and go inside, she heard a girl calling out behind them. Turning, she saw a peppy looking girl with pale pink hair nearly skipping her way over. She had only a large duffel bag slung across her chest. June did a once-over on her outfit and thought it looked rather cute for a girl like her. She was dressed in mid-thigh pink skirt with a matching tube top. Sitting upon her pig-tailed hair was plain black hat.

"You guys must be part of the show, too! My name is Oerba dia Vanille. But everyone just calls me Vanille," she said excitedly, her quirky accent more than plain.

"Juniper." She expected a handshake when she held out her hand, but instead was pulled into a hug. June patted her back a little nervously, wondering if maybe she had a little too much sugar with her dose of excitement. Clearing her throat, she glanced back at the guys and shrugged. "Well, I'm going in to get the key for my room," she said simply before looking at the smaller boy again with a smile.

[Juicebox]

Juniper Lette?
The sound of her name rang a bell, to the point of bothering him. Hope couldn't quite place his finger on why it seemed familiar. He was frankly puzzled over it, but all his concerns flew out the window when her smile caught him unawares. Earnestly bringing his hand to meet her's, the feminine touch never made contact. Rather than a nice greeting, his wrist was met with a sharp chop of Dante's hand that terminated the handshake. Piercing sensation of a nail hammered into his brittle bones made Hope jump in place. Son of a-

Entrance of another cast member diverted June's attention from the squabbling roommates. Shoulder-to-shoulder, Hope grated his knuckles into the fighter's bicep mercilessly, his inaudible voice hissed behind clenched teeth as they argued in whispers. "What was that for, you ass."

"Trust me, I just saved you from becoming her mindless lackey. That girl is nothing but bad news."

"How would you know? We met her literally a minute ago, genius."

"Girls like that are a dime a dozen, it's easy to pick up on these things with experience. Which you lack, clearly."

Seconds from retorting, a hand engulfed Hope's face in a half-shove as Dante barreled forward to the newcomer. Recovering from the impact, he noticed the pretty face that was captivating Dante's attention. All smiles and charm around a girl after lecturing him about being roped by one was unbelievably comical. Freaking hypocrite. Introducing them smoothly, as if he were practically lord of the castle, the fighter flashed an easy smile to the sanguine participant. "I'm Dante and the kid behind me is Hope."

Ignoring the blatant incredulity in the pale teen's eyes, Dante sauntered to Vanille's open flank. "Maybe with you around, the show won't be a waste. Let's head inside, shall we?" Sidestepping, Dante gestured for Hope to follow in tow. Sighing, he took after the man- not before sneaking a tote handle from June's hand. With a fleeting smile of assurance, he entered their joint home for the next few weeks.

[Moonie]

Juniper blatently ignored the taller man. Dante. The show hadn't even started and already there was bickering and favoritism. However, she was grateful to Hope as he helped her. A bright smile appeared at the kind action. She glanced back over at Vanille, making an assessment in her mind. Her attitude was constant, always full of energy. It didn't even change when Dante was so obviously putting on the charm for her. Either she was oblivious or she didn't care.

It was neither. Vanille had laughed at Dante's suggestion at her presence, shaking her head. "Not really. I heard there's supposed to be a lot of people on the show. I think nearly twenty people. It's a huge production," she stated enthusiastically. "I actually came here against my guardian's wishes. The only reason why I'm present is because I'm eighteen and she can't do anything about it." The girl pressed her hands together as she spoke, resembling a child who was just given a giant box of candies. "I never knew breaking the rules could be kind of fun."

"Trust me, some rules are not meant to be broken, keep that in mind," replied June as they came up to the desk. Ignoring the conversation at best, she leaned on her elbows and graced a smile to the receptionist. "Juniper Lette. And that girl is Vanille." The receptionist wasted no time in getting the key cards.

"Are you all friends outside of the show?" the girl asked politely, obviously curious since they arrived together.

"No. We just happened to be here at the same time. Thank you for the keys." Juniper stepped away from the desk and handed one of the keys to Vanille, leaving her to talk. She couldn't help but steal a few glances at the taller man, but she forced it out of her mind.

"So, Hope. Why exactly did you want to be on the show? To find a girlfriend? Get famous?" June couldn't help but be curious, seeing as she had her own motive, as well as Vanille.

[Juicebox]

Allowing the girls ahead of them in line, the two fell back of the line in tow. Hope bounced on his heels until Dante's fixed stare froze the skittish youth. Glacial eyes dropped to the wheeled luggage back to his friend in disbelief. Chuckling at the outcome, the brunette shook his head with a incredulous brow quirked. "Really?" Defensive of his act of kindness, Hope couldn't help glaring, their hushed debate repeating itself. "What. It looked heavy."

"And is that your fault? Did you pack the bag yourself? The answer's no, so why carry it?"

"It's called being polite."

"Correction, it's called being the 'pushover-nice-guy' but go ahead. You reap what you sow. And your so-called manners neglected to offer Vanille help, so don't give me that."

"I don't understand why you don't like her. What's wrong with Juniper's type over Vanille's?"

"Personal taste." Looking to the girl who close to bursting with excitement, Dante half-smiled at the sight. Not that Hope didn't agree, Vanille was pretty but the discontent of his treatment towards Juniper irked him. Or was there something he wasn't picking up on?
"We're next."
True to his word, they had already finished. After their names were certified, their assigned room and cardkeys were given. Giving a thankful smile to receptionist, Hope rejoined Juniper and walked alongside to the elevator. Dante had already snaked his way to Vanille's side, following behind the pair leisurely.

Thrown off by the interest she displayed, he smiled amiably as a hand waved off the suggestions. "I don't really care for fame and there's no point of getting a girlfriend on the show if it's just a temporary fling." Embarrassed to admit
the real reason of his stay, Hope coughed nervously.

"I kinda used this show as an escape from manual labor back home. It's my last summer before I move out and I wanted a vacation for me, if only once. No brothers, no friends, no studying. Doesn't sound impressive but it's the truth. What about you?"

[Moonie]

Juniper smiled at his reason. Not because it was ridiculous, but he had a legit personal reason. She shook her head at his last words. "I think that's just fine. Everyone deserves to get away from everything, especially when you can brag about it later," she retorted with a shrug. She glanced at the keycard for her room and floor, noting it was on the fourth. At the request for her own reason, she bobbed her head lightly. Just at the thought of it, cosplaying and creating clothes simply excited her.

"I want to be noticed. I design outfits and create them. I mainly do it for cosplaying, but I've made some based on my own characters on a few mmorpgs I play. So if wear some weird outfits, it's mainly for show," she said, her voice tinged with giddiness. He would probably think she was a weird girl, playing games and dress up. "But yeah, I want to be a designer."

Coming up to the elevator, Juniper pushed the button for the fourth floor. "What floor are you?" she asked, suddenly curious. Maybe she hoped they would be on the same floor. Glancing behind her, she let her gaze jump to Dante, only to notice he paid no attention in her direction. His eyes were strictly on Vanille, it seemed. Quickly, she turned back to the elevator in hopes of the sudden pang in her chest would disappear. But she couldn't drown out the voices behind her.

"Say, I heard there's supposed to be some special famous club here. Especially at night, it gets really busy. You should come, too, maybe help me find it. It'd be a great way to celebrate being here," piped Vanille when Dante had taken his place beside her. She had grabbed a tour pamphlet from the car that had brought her here, studying the sights and entertainment provided at Costa del Sol. Vanille instantly planned to visit those particular places, her mind set on enjoying the once in a lifetime chance she was given. "I think it had the word temptation in it, but I'm not too sure."

Without Fang around to monitor her actions, the small girl was rather excited about choosing what to do with her time. She was always being reprimanded for things Fang didn't approve of. She would always go on a rant about how horrible the decision would turn out then give an example of her own experiences. Which, judging by the number of lectures, was a lot of bad stuff. But so far, all she could see was the grandeur feeling of having new friends.

"What do you do, anyway, Dante? You look like you could bench press a stove with no problem. You're not on steroids or something, are you?" She asked her questions so innocently and curiously that even Fang had problems knowing if she was serious or being an airhead. However, this was one of the moments she was serious in knowing why he looked the way he did.