Penelope
Twenty One, the big two one, arguably the biggest day in any American's young adult life and Penelope had been thinking about this day for years. Perhaps that's why she was so disappointed when she awoke to it feeling like any other day, the partly cloudy sky that could be seen from the skylight above her bed only furthered that feeling. It wasn't like it was her first day drinking or even her first day drinking legally; she had done so loads of time in Europe since the time she had turned eighteen but she had wanted the day to feel special.
Penelope wasn't sure how long she had laid there unmoving though soon she heard the sounds of the house waking up around her and she leaned over the edge of her California king to grab her phone. Already there were tons of texts from various people wishing her a happy birthday and she grinned before starting to scroll through her Instagram mentions to see all the sweet posts that fans had written. It was the main thing that Penelope enjoyed about being a rather famous model, all the people she seemed to reach each day.
Just as she was about to roll out of bed to start her morning workout, the doors to her bedroom burst open and she was met with the grinning face of her personal assistant. Barbara or Babs, as she insisted she was called, was her usual her bright eyed and bushy tailed self. The tall graying woman was carrying a large iced coffee in one hand and an even larger latte in the other while a maid came in with a tray with various fruit cut up. The tray was sat on the bed beside her and she gave the maid a grateful look before turning her attention to the clearly over caffeinated Babs.
"Good morning! Happy birthday! Do you feel any older?" Babs exclaimed as she perched herself on the edge of the bed and offered the large black coffee to Penelope.
"I feel the same, how long does it take for the old age to set in?" Penelope quipped with a cheeky grin before taking a long sip from the cold brew. Usually she was on a strict schedule and her workouts came far before she was allowed to have any coffee but I guess her birthday called for a special occasion.
Barbara gave her a rather sharp look for her smart remark though it melted away within seconds as she pulled the phone that contained Penelope's entire life from her jacket pocket. "Okay! So your mother has your entire day booked and busy. After your workout you'll meet her and your sisters to get your nails and hair done, then it's off to have a quick spot of lunch with your father and the rest of your siblings. Finally it's back her for makeup and glam then off to your birthday party. Your parents rented out the entire club for you and all of your friends. The Kardashians will be there, the Jenner girls and I heard Swift RSVP'd as well."
It was hard to keep a frown from her face as she realized that her mother couldn't even give her one day to be in control of her own life. Here she was, twenty one years old and her whole entire birthday had been scheduled out for her. It was rather frustrating but Penelope knew better than to rock the boat when it came to her mother. Modeling was a rough industry and even without her mother's constant reminders, she knew she couldn't make it without a snake on her side.
Alex
There weren't words for how amazing it felt to finally be home and off of tour. Their touring schedule had always been rough but Alex was nearing his thirties and it wasn't as easy it used to be. When he was younger it was easy to drink all night and get up the next day, head to press, play a show and get drunk all over again but these days he found himself drinking wine in front of the tv after a long day rather than running out with Jack. He knew he wouldn't trade his life for anything in the world but the past year had been tough and part of that had been because of tour schedule.
