"Well, this is it." Colleen McLeod surveyed the studio apartment with apprehension. It was far smaller than she'd expected, with flattened carpet and barely three feet between the bed frame and the couch. From her stance at the doorframe she could make out chipped paint on the windowsills, counters in the kitchenette that appeared to be sticky and stained, and a large, rather disconcerting stain by the TV.

She let her bags drop, accepting the finality. Really, she should have checked the place first. She should have known better than to trust –

"Yoo-hoo!" With a few grunts and a solid thud, another body burst in. Fair, white-blonde hair tumbled clumsily to the girl's thin shoulders. Her muscles were clearly defined through her tight, cropped shirt, and a hint of her lean abdomen peeked from beneath her red crop top. Freckles decorated her thin, muscular frame and dotted seductively along her uneventful chest. Her eyes were bright with wonder, her mouth puckishly upturned.

"It's a bit small, Bridey, don't you think?" Colleen questioned. Though only two years stood between herself and her sister, it seemed as though they were a decade apart. Colleen's dress was conservative, and her pale tank-top kept well hidden the ample bosom that surged beneath its satiny folds. Her high-heels dug into the matted carpeting, and her exposed toes twitched as though she wanted to tap her foot impatiently. While Bridey crossed the room lithely, her arms swinging out and hips swaying, Colleen held herself coiled as tightly as her reddish-brown bun.

"It's not the size, it's the view." Bridey pried open a window and a breeze stirred her hair. "We're 17 stories up – you can see the whole city. Plus, we're close to everything important – the studio for you, the stadium for me. There's a gym on the corner, a bookshop-coffeeshop-something-else-shop complex across the street, and a very cute neighbor boy somewhere around here."

While her sister leaned out the window, Colleen chided herself. Yes, Bridey was irresponsible, reckless and oftentimes ridiculous – she was also nineteen. In her constant disgust with Bridey's immaturity, Colleen often forgot how brilliant her little sister could be. They wouldn't be in the apartment long enough to miss the space of home, but they would be wandering around the city enough to appreciate its proximity to all the hotspots, stores, and perhaps even cute neighbor boys.

"I would appreciate a book about now." Colleen said softly. Despite herself, she was already beginning to miss the hills of Sunset Valley.

Bridey looked over her shoulder. "Well I would appreciate a cute boy. Race you downstairs!" She spun on her heels and sped out of the room, all in a motion that was surprisingly graceful for such a careless girl.

Colleen smiled to herself, locking the door and flicking off the lights before exiting slowly, purse over her shoulder. She paused in the hallway to glance out the window. "Look out, Bridgeport," she whispered, scanning the city in the fading sunlight. "Here we come."