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.
