Hi all! A little note before the story starts; this story is a reshape of an RPG which I did with a friend. Because of the writing process there will be a omniscient narrator, which gives you some insight in the thoughts of different people within one chapter. English isn't my native tongue, nor that of my co-author, and because we first wrote it just for fun, I have paid a little less attention to my English than in my other stories with which I'm often cooperating with an editor. I hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless, we love the storyline enough to be willing to share it with you, despite the flaws (:

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Faye stood in her room in front of the mirror and put on some make-up. Eyeliner, mascara and her slightly red lipstick. She made part of her hair into a braid and left the rest hanging curly over her shoulders. Actually, she looked like that every day, because she put a lot of emphasis on herself. She had definitely copied that from Gemma. In that respect, her stepmother was simply her role model. When she was done, she got her black, short tight dress from the closet and got dressed, plus her high heels.

"Perfect," she murmured softly, turning once in front of the mirror before she went downstairs. Clay wasn't there anymore, only Gemma. "Did you already talk to the new neighbors ? Do you think we should help them?" she asked, looking out of the window to watch the neighbors carrying boxes into the house.

"I'm right back." After those words, she disappeared and crossed the street. She quickly spotted a girl about her age, maybe a little younger. "Hey, we're neighbors now. I'm Faye Morrow. Who are you?" she introduced herself with a smile as she wrapped one of her strands of hair around her finger, looking at the girl almost excited. It would be great if they could hang out sometimes because there weren't a lot of girls of her age at the club and Faye really wasn't in the mood to spend all of her time with Croweaters.

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Grace had just wanted to pick up another light weighing box as someone walked up to her and started talking. "Oh hey, Faye, nice to meet you! I'm Grace.' She shook the girl's hand, giving her a curious look. She was well-looking and there was something about her attitude that gave away she liked to push boundaries.

"Nice to meet you too, Grace!" Faye smiled and she shook Grace's hand. A polite one as it seemed. "You need any help?"

Grace glanced inside the cargo of the moving truck. The biggest furniture was already taken out, only a few piles of boxes were left.

"Nah, we'll manage." She smiled. "Some men from the church are helping us out. My father is the new minister, so I guess it's their way of welcoming us." She looked at the girl's black dress. "And that's a really pretty dress, it would be a shame if something happened to it."

Faye looked at the boxes and wouldn't mind to help. She wasn't one of those girls who started complaining when they had to help with something. "Okay, if you say so! But I wouldn't mind. Don't worry about my dress, it's not my only one". She chuckled briefly. So, Grace's father was the new minister? Could be interesting to have her around as a friend. Even though Faye was a sweetheart, she loved to provoke people sometimes ‒ and the girl's parents probably wouldn't be happy if their daughter would hang out with a biker chick. "There's a party tonight. If you want I could show you around a little and take you with me ? They're all nice, I promise!"

Grace wasn't exactly a party animal. Her friends never had been interested in going out and neither had she. However, her friends were miles away now and she needed a new social life, even though she knew she had to be home at midnight. She however didn't want to admit that out loud, she definitely would sound boring.

"There's some guy inside who offered me to show around in town this afternoon, but I don't have plans for tonight. However, I'd like to keep it a bit early since it have been busy days, but sure, I can have drink or two. Hope you don't mind?"

The girl smirked as Grace mentioned a guy. "Oh, you already met a guy who wants to show you around ? That was quick," she laughed softly, teasing Grace a little. "Relax. You can leave whenever you want or need to," Faye nodded. She was sure that the girl's parents didn't allow her to spend the whole night at a club, but she didn't want to make Grace feel uncomfortable and didn't ask more.

Grace grinned back, shrugging her shoulders. "What kind of party is it anyway?" she continued, briefly looking at her clothes; a normal pair of blue jeans and a grey long-sleeved shirt with a smiley on it. What she was wearing now, was a perfect example of the clothes that could be found in her wardrobe – or in the boxes, right now. "Cause... better than this it isn't going to be..."

For a moment Faye studied the girl from head to toe. Her outfit was okay for her, but she'd definitely give Grace something out of her closet. If she'd show up like that some of the Croweaters would probably laugh at her, and Faye didn't want that. "Come over when you get back home, you can have a dress from me."

Grace started to feel a bit nervous. A dress? She had worn a dress to her graduation and on a few weddings, that was all. "Uh, okay," she hesitated, "but I don't wanna be rude, but you got uh, longer ones, right? I'm not really used to wearing dresses... like that." Her cheeks flushed and she hoped she hadn't offended the girl. She just wasn't as comfortable with her own body as Faye undoubtedly was.

Faye frowned, looking at the girl with crossed arms. She wondered what was going on with Grace. She had a great figure and was really pretty, but she probably hadn't much self-confidence ‒ which was kinda sad. "Yeah, I have enough. You can also choose a jeans and a cute top, that's fine too! Just come over later. It's that house", she pointed at their house. "And don't be nervous, there's no reason for that."

Grace smiled gratefully. "Okay, I will come by after dinner. Thank you for the invite!" Excitedly she lifted the box again and carried it into the house. She wasn't exactly a nightmare in making friends, but she had never expected she would come in contact with people of her age so easily and it gave her good hopes for the future. It hadn't been easy to leave everything behind, but her parents believed God wanted them to be in Charming. Even though it had been a bit scary to start over again, she also liked a new challenge.