Music blared out from the basement door of the mayor's large white house. It wasn't an odd occurrence ever since the eldest Tyler child had turned the large open space into her own personal studio. Joleen was late and she would have realized that if she turned down her playlist long enough to hear her phone alarm. She was putting the finishing touches on a painting that she had been working on since the day after prom. It was a large panoramic of the gang in their pom outfits surrounded by all the ghouls they had unmasked. Well that and singing to Lady Gaga's Monster.

She was putting the final details on Oobis's eyes face as close to the canvas as she dared thin brush adding the light that danced in the feline's eyes. She wanted the panting finished before summer started again. In case she wasn't here come fall.The thin manila folder sitting under old middle school sketch books held everything she could possibly want. Sitting back on her stool she looked at the still dying faces of her friends. Well almost everything she could want. She often wondered if she could convince them all to go to Italy with her.

" Joleen!," As pose and put together as Sky Tyler was her voice still managed to hold a sharp crack of motherly disappointment. There was always a long list of things that brought that tone in to the darker blond woman's voice. Jo's friends, her music choice,her disinterest in politics, her clothes, ect... "one of your friends parked out on the curb. You didn't tell us you had people coming over. And turn that music down." Finally looking away fro her work Jo stared the picture perfect house wife looking so out of place standing surrounded half finished clay sculptures and canvases.

" I'm not...oh what time is it?" Practically falling off her stool the blond lunged for her phone. The glass screen displaying that her alarm had gone off fifteen minuets ago. "I'm going to be late."
Luckily Elle lived right down the street, literally two houses down t was a three minute run- the houses on this side of town were a little excessive .

" You aren't going out like that are you?" There disappointment in clothes. Check. Looking down Jo took in the paint splattered navy blue leggins, black cami and gray over sized tunic tank that came to mid thigh. All together not much different then what she normally went out in. " yeah...I'm already running late." Gathering up her current leather bound sketch book, camara, wallet and phone she shoved them all into a worn black messenger bag and pulled her hair out of it's messy bun.

" bye mom Love you." Racing out the door and up the stairs Joanna stopped to pull on her favorite black and white converse call out the same parting to her father who was in the kitchen
She hadn't been to late judging by the group gathered on the Windsor's steps. "hey.." ,she panted a little fro the sprint down the street." Guys."