Hello hello! Kath here. I am dedicating this fanfic to Scripter21! They are a shared account by my first reviewer, Lilly. I'm currently having problems with the wi-first so both Ari and I are gonna be slow in updating.


Ch 1

I groaned. "I appreciate you taking me with you, Jess, but really? Taxis aren't cheap, y'know?"

My older sister stood up. "I know. But I hope a pigeon poops on him!"

A little girl and a doors man came out of the building we landed in front of- I'm guessing hotel or apartment building- and looked at Jess ie in interest. The man was holding up Jessie's bra. I snickered.

Jessie looked at the bra in alarm and at the man in interest. Well, schnoozle.

"Uh, that's my slingshot," Jessie said in a deep voice, grabbing it.

The girl stage-whispered.,"I hope she knows it's a bra."

I laughed."My sister's an awkward flirt in case you haven't noticed."

Jessie glared at me. "Shut up, Dana."

I smirked.

The girl jumped up. "Will you be my nanny?!"

Jessie looked taken aback. "Um... Sorry-"

I interrupted," As long as I can live with her, we'll take it. I'm Danny Prescott by the way and that's Jessie Presscott, my sister."

Jessie glared. "My BABY sister is just joking, but I am"

"I'm Zuri Ross, daughter of Morgan and Christina Ross, and the salary is $200,000." The girl, Zuri, smirked.

"I'll take it!" Jessie exclaimed.

I like you already, Zuri." She and I high-fived.

"Tony, could you take Jessie and Danny's things up to the penthouse?"

I politely declined. "No need, Mister Tony, but thank you. I'm not a klutz like sister dearest." I took my bags and followed Survive.

Not the way I imagined living in New York would go, but not bad, Prescott. Not bad at all.