The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

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TWO YEARS AFTER KLARISE STARTED dating Juno, thinking that would solve things, we had a newly emerged problem. To say though, it was rather similar in certain ways as to how Cameron and I took our relationship to the next level....

"Your mom's opinion that she expressed rather 'enthusiastically' to the press is not exactly a great help to our situation." Klarise finger-quoted 'enthusiastically', which I found very childish of her. Maybe because for two wholesome years, she has led a peaceful life with successes on her music here and there, the media only beckoning about her accomplishments in her career rather than her personal life. If there were any about her personal life, they were mostly about her maintained relationship with Juno and how well she has come back to life after the arrest of her ex 'husband' and parents. She was the 'woman to be'.

"C-Can we please just not bring my mom into this here?" Cameron made gestures with his hand and shot a frustrated look at Klarise. He leaned his head back down after, rubbing at his temples which he had been doing so for the past half an hour.

Unlike Klarise, me and Cameron weren't living the dream life. There was a new girl in town everyone was so caught up with, acting almost as good as mine. Except she was younger, so much younger. And compared to the aging me, no one cared about her acting not being as good as mine. She got the looks, the tiny talent boosting that, and then all of a sudden everyone was looking at her, shining the spotlight onto her. I haven't been getting as many projects as I used to, due to this girl, but maybe also my inability to hide certain mood-swings I was having ever since the marriage; because of so much on my mind. Such as, Tabitha Li, whining about stuff, pointing out each tiny thing about me she deemed as a flaw.

And then Cameron, standing beside me throughout all this, watched me endure it and tried to help in the best ways he could. His own career wasn't too good either. Being the oldest out of all of us, he was aging faster too.

Of course now that these absurd rumors that popped out of nowhere was here, our careers were closer to the brim, if not already, on the test of jeopardy.

Mason was supposed to come to our place, but he was late. He had a meeting caught up at the moment, and wouldn't be returning until maybe an hour or so.

"Okay," I said, out of the very few words I had spoken since we sat down together and decided to talk about this and handle it like proper adults. Which I'd say we were sort of failing at. "Mason's not here yet, so I think we should wait for him and then talk about this. For now, let's just take a breather."

It seemed like I just spoke to air.

Klarise got up from where she was sitting, biting her bottom lip. "This," she waved her hand around the space between me and Cameron, as if that space was the problem itself. "This is just crazy. Crazy."

She turned her back toward us, paced around a bit, and then returned. I don't think she was in a better state, but I'd like to think that she wasn't thinking, at this exact moment right now, about how troublesome this is for her, rather than all of us, together.

She took in a deep breath. "Okay, so summed up, this whole mess might get people to look into us more. Meaning, paparazzis lurking around here. And my apartment, to say the least."

I guess I was wrong, she was turning this into her again.

"Let's not assume the worst here, maybe this will die down." Cameron, who had his head bowed low and murmuring unintelligible things to himself, finally raised his eyes to meet ours. He was growing wrinkles, I realized, which was something I knew but never exactly saw. But now I do, with this uncomfortable situation we were sort of in and the awful lighting of our kitchen that shined on him, pointing out flaws of his physical features.