The Grayson Girls

Leaving her aunts, Phoebe walked down the hallways towards the double-doors that led out towards the pool where she found a tall gorgeous eighteen-year-old teenager who has pale, white skin, long, wavy red hair and electric-blue eyes and a slender, slightly curvaceous body with large breasts and a firm, curvy ass highlighted by the bikini she wearing as she stared at the pages of the Irene Austen novel she was reading on the lounger whilst she was tanning, completely unaware of Phoebe's presence.

"Plot twist," Phoebe announced, "Your long-lost cousin materializes out of thin air."

"Oh my god, Phoebe?!" Lexi said, startled at first before leaping up out of the lounger to hug her cousin. "Holy shit, when did you get here? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Lexi pulled back and took a good look at Phoebe. "You look amazing! What the hell are you doing here?"

“Got bored in L.A.,” Phoebe itted, shrugging. “Mom’s working, figured I’d crash your summer instead. I bet you missed me?”

“Miss you? Please. You steal my clothes all the time when you're here?” Lexi said as she dropped back onto the lounger.

"Okay, first of all, I borrowed that top last time I was here," Phoebe pointed out as she sat down on the lounger opposite Lexi. "And second, it looked better on me anyway."

“Borrowed? I haven't seen that top since, Phoebs..” Lexi rolled her eyes. “But whatever. You’re here now. How long are you staying?”

"Depends on how long until my Mom decides it's time to go back to London," Phoebe replied.

"So, you're just here until Naomi drags you back across the pond?" Lexi smirked. "Not that I'm complaining. It's been way too quiet around here without you."

"Quiet, I doubt it," Phoebe commented. "Speaking of, where’s Tommy? I thought he’d be out here too."

“He was. Ditched me quickly. He’s, uh. Out,” Lexi said, casually. “With Isabel.”

"Out with Isabel?" Phoebe said in surprise. "As in Uncle Eddie's kid, Isabel?"

"Yeah, that Isabel," Lexi muttered. "They've been seeing each other for like, two months now. Which, you know, fine, whatever. But Tommy's been a whole lot of trouble lately,"

"Trouble how? Like, sneaking-out-past-curfew trouble, or like… actual trouble?" Phoebe curiously asked.

"Both? Neither? I don't even know anymore." Lexi sighed. "Mom and Aunt AC won't tell me. Uncle Ryan's apparently been dealing with it but even Tommy won't tell me much about it."

"Damn. Sounds like Tommy’s got himself tangled up in something messy." Phoebe sighed. "And you’re pissed because he’s keeping you out of the loop, aren’t you?"

"Pissed doesn’t even cover it. We used to tell each other everything. Now he just gives me this stupid, smile and says ‘Don’t worry about it, Lexi.’ Like I’m some kid who can’t handle whatever’s going on." Lexi exhaled.

"Sounds like someone needs a little Westwood intervention. You know, the whole ‘let's get out of here and tear the city down’ kind of fun..." Phoebe smirked.

"Oh, now you're speaking my language now," Lexi said excitedly. "There's so many clubs we could go to. Some new ones have opened since you were last here."

"That sounds like a plan," Phoebe grinned. "Watch out Redwater City, the Grayson girls are back!"