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Idris and Fortune get ready for the premiere over at Idris’s house. Idris is wearing a metallic Dolce & Gabbana tux but he’s not as flashy as Fortune, who is wearing thigh-high sparkling Louboutins, with his hair in side-braids and a smoky eye, a faux fur draped over his Moschino shirtdress.
“Tonight is a new beginning.” Fortune looks at his reflection in Idris’s bedroom mirror. “From this point forward I’m a star on the show.”
Idris fusses with his bow tie. “So how’d you finally get Joel to agree to go with Hailey to the premiere?”
“Let’s just say he’s a total dog.” Fortune smirks. “Sam and I are already talking about possible season 3 storylines. Like, she literally wants to throw me into Sean and Valeria’s relationship to expose that it’s fake as fuck and Sean is on the DL. Can you imagine? And you know I’ll do it.”
“Why do you want to be on the show so badly?” Idris asks. He gives up on his bow tie. Fortune comes over to do it for him.
“I don’t really have a family of my own,” Fortune says. He doesn’t meet Idris’s eyes. “The show is kind of like my family.”
“You know I’ve got your back whether you’re on the show or not, right?” Idris turns to look at the finished result in the mirror. Fortune never talks about his past; he pretends he doesn’t have one, that his life is only what he’s posted. “I just want you to remember that,” Idris tells Fortune through the reflection. “No matter what happens.”
Idris checks the time on his phone.
“I’ve gotta make a quick stop before the red carpet. See you there?”
Fortune hangs his fur off his shoulder as he poses in front of the mirror.
“Front and center.”
“Dapper as fuck, bro,” Idris says.
Joel’s wearing a Tom Ford tux. He looks at Idris coolly as Idris stands at the doorway of the Stroms’ Mediterranean mansion. Joel’s expecting him—the guard at the Beverly Park gate called to ask if Idris could be let in. Idris wasn’t sure if Joel was going to allow him to pass. But then the guard nodded his head and Idris slid past in his new $2.2 million Devel Sixteen hypercar.
“Drink?” Joel asks as Idris follows him into the living room.
“Sure, bro,” Idris says.
Joel pours them each a tumbler of whiskey and they sit in two brown leather upholstered chairs near the fireplace, which is on, despite the end-of-summer heat. It’s probably always on. Ambience.
Idris takes a sip of his drink.
Things are awkward AF between him and Joel. They weren’t always. They had some good times. Legendary beach parties. Joel used to be a clown. Now he’s moody and suspicious and hiding behind his 1.8 million followers like he knows he could flip the switch and sell himself out and get maybe 10 million, maybe more, enough to bury them all. And maybe Idris is just waiting for that Joel to come out.
“So?” Joel sips his drink. “Why are you here?”
“I have some things I have to get off my chest,” Idris says. “First off, I’m sorry about Greta, man. I didn’t treat her right. I respect your loyalty to your sister. I hope she finds a better guy than me.”
Joel stares through him.
“That it?”
“I told Greta all this in the letter I wrote her. Not that she read it.”
“The letter Lily helped you write?” Joel asks.
“Which brings me to the other reason I stopped by,” Idris says. “You’re a fool if you lose a girl like Lily. She’s crazy about you.” Idris swallows the rest of his whiskey. It hurts being honest. But this is something Idris knows he has to do. For Lily.
“Before you take Hailey to the premiere, there’s something you should know.”