Kiara was like the best mom ever. She wasn't a strict parent but was made sure you were raised right. She was a kook, and JJ, your dad, was a pouge. You leaned into both sides of the island where you were raised right. She taught you to be grateful, and even as part of Kook, she taught you how to work.

Because she loved you.

She was the type of parent who you could tell a crazy school story too, and she would listen. She would play music loudly in the car and would sing with you and would take you to go do make up and if you ever called her because you were dress coded she would say how dumb the dress code was and that crop tops weren't the end of the world.

You felt like she was your best friend.

Being in high school you messed around just like JJ and Kiara did in high school with their friends John b and sarah who had a baby and cleo and pope who were married (which were like you aunt and uncles) and they searched for a treasure...many to be exact and she told you all the stories.. but she knew your tricks, too.

Laying lazily on the couch with kiara on the other couch and JJ out, you were looking on Instagram scrolling through your phone, and tea was going on... you gasped at something, and kiara looked up.

"What? What happened?"