The actual process of the docuseries is pretty fucking raw.
Round 1 of the Gauntlet of Over-sharing:dump your personal story onto Jack and a hoard of bodyguards.
Round 2:allow production teams to invade your life for specific chunks of time.
Round 3:let the world watch you be vulnerable.
Right now, I’m just fixated on round one for Sul. She’ll want to complete what she starts—no matter what—but if round one makes her uncomfortable,I’llpull the fucking plug and call it off.
“Jack,” I whisper as footsteps sound on the iron staircase. “Since this is Sulli’s first meeting, can you just ease her in?”
“Sure,” Jack nods, and he stands to greet my cousin. The rest of us turn and watch.
“Here, Sul.” Akara takes her motorcycle helmet, already holding his.
“Thanks, Kits.” Sulli unbuttons her denim jacket, dressed in denim jeans and a plain white tee. Her dark hair falls long on her chest.
Jack approaches and catches her gaze.
“You must be Jack.” Sulli holds out her hand.
Akara sidesteps around them, and I spot thislongwarning look that he shoots Jack. It pretty much says,careful with this one, or you’re dead.
Jack falters for a brief second. “Um…” He frowns and then brushes off the moment. Shaking Sulli’s hand. “I’m Jack.”
“Jack Highland,” Sulli adds, their handshake lasting a long beat.
Janie nudges my shoulder and her brows wag as she picks apart a croissant.
I don’t know what the fuck that means.
All I know is that Jack is acting weird. I can’t discern whether it’s because I warned him about Sulli, Akara shot him a look, or we’ve all been joking about his compliments.
Akara takes a seat on a beanbag between Farrow and Quinn. Security claiming their side of the low table.Alright, there are sides.They all observe Sulli and Jack more intently than they do most casual encounters.
“And you’re Sullivan Meadows.” Jack finally breaks from the handshake.
“You can call me Sulli.” Then her gaze flits to Jane.
Jane waves her over and makes room for her to sit in between us. I grab a teal beanbag and set it down in the free space.
When Jack and Sulli join us at the table, he sits on his own side and picks up his notepad. Now there are three metaphorical and literal sides:the famous, the security, the production.
I get it.
And I watch JackwatchingSulli. My cousin squishes between me and Jane, and she edges up to the table. Making a plate of food.
Jack twirls his pen. “Do you want to be introduced in the show as Sulli?”
Sulli piles two waffles on a plate. “Ummm…yeah, that’d be good, right?” She looks to me, then Jane. “Fuck, I don’t know. What do you two go by?”
“Jane.”
“Maximoff.”
She glances at Jack. “I’ll go with Sullivan.”
He nods.
