My Neighbors in New York

This is just what we needed. A fresh start, no one knew our names. Our only traces were those YouTube videos from when we were thirteen. We were 21 now. It was our first day in New York when we met them. Who are we... and more importantly, who are they? Find out in thornsonroses’s new Movellas story, My Neighbors In New York.

I somehow messed up the chapters 14 and 15 I'll try to fix them tho


3. The Moving-In-Story

The Moving-In-Story

Alice called the bigger bedroom with the smaller closet. Carter turned her walk in closet into her bedroom and turned her actual bedroom into a music writing/listening room. The kitchen had a peninsula with bar stools, a microwave, a stove, a stainless steel fridge, {“It stored vodka very efficiently.”} pendant lighting, and a cute subway tile backsplash. Carter started to put their purple and gray dishes in the cabinets as Alice stacked the shot glasses. “I love being 21,” Alice sighed. “Do you love being 21 because you can drink?” Alice raised her eyebrows, popped her hip, and snapped her fingers, “Gurl, I can drive, have sex, and drink.” “Just not at the same time, right?” “Yeah…”

“I wonder if we have any neighbors,” Carter thought out loud. “What if Black Veil Brides lived in the apartment next door!” “Bro. Please. Falling in Reverse would be better.” “BVB.” “FIR.” “BVB.” “FIR!” “BVB!” “FIR!” “B FUCKING VEIL BRIDES!” “FALLING IN REVERSE, YOU FILTHY ASS HOLE!” “ANDY!” “RONNIE!” “BIERSACK!” “RADKE!” “GERARD!” “I’m good with that.” “Okay.”

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