"FOX! If you don't get down here in five minutes, I swear to God, I'll leave without you!" Bailey Rogers shouted, cupping her small hands around her mouth. Her voice, which had always been louder than that of her peers, reverberated throughout the foyer of her family's penthouse apartment. She mentally counted to ten, and just like she knew he would, her twin brother came flying down the long staircase from the second floor. "Geez, Gayley," he said grumpily, out of breath from his short run. "Who put a stick up your ass?"
Bailey chose not to respond and instead grabbed her white messenger bag from its place by the front door, then reached for the doorknob and yanked it open. In seconds she was in front of the elevator that would take them to their building's lobby. After pushing the 'down' button, she listened with amusement as Fox locked up their home, mumbling a slew of curse words under his breath. Then he slowly made his way towards her, pulling the hood of his jacket up to hide his face.
"You do realize that I can still see you?" she asked him, walking into the elevator, which had just opened with a quiet 'ping'. "Shut up," he replied, then reached into his back pocket and extracted a pair of Ray Bans, which he slid over his eyes. "Wow, Fox. You're too school for fucking school," Bailey said with a sarcastic smirk. He sent her a glare that plainly said 'drop dead'. She smiled back at him, completely nonplussed, and he glanced downwards moodily. Bailey had enough experience with his shit fits in the past to know that acting as if everything was normal was the best way to go about things.
As the elevator finally reached its destination, Bailey hopped out, then made a beeline for the revolving glass doors that lead out to the streets of Manhattan, New York. She could tell by the loud footsteps behind her that her brother was following her. Reluctantly, of course, but he was. "Do you see the car?" Bailey asked him over her shoulder, and he shrugged in reply. Mr. and Mrs. Rogers had made a call, and the Mercedes SUV that the twins had gotten for their sixteenth birthday had been moved out of the garage that they paid to house it in, and onto Fifth Avenue. The only problem was that tons of taxis and town cars were parked as far as the eye could see, and it was hard to spot their car in the craziness.