I'm changing where they live. They now live in the Upper West Side in New York City. The apartment building is called 230 Central Park West and it is really nice. My cousin lives in it.
Claire was lacing up her gray New Balance sneakers getting ready for her morning run. Her doorbell rung and she looked out the window to see who it was. Claire waved when she saw it was 'Rose' or Allie-Rose Singer. It was raining outside. "Ugh, I hate the rain!" Claire grumbled to herself. In the midst of running out her apartment door and slamming the door she rammed into Christopher Plovert, her neighbor. "Oh, sorry," Christopher said looking into Claire's cornflower blue eyes, "I'm Christopher Plovert but I go by Chris."
"Claire Stacy Lyons, but I go by Claire." She smirked at him, noticing he was wearing all blue and spandex pants. Blue Bomber, Claire took note to herself.
"Do you run?" Chris asked her.
"Yep. You?" She asked back.
"Every day," He nodded. They walked down the musty stairwell and into the lobby. Rose rushed in and hugged Claire. "Clairice!" Rose laughed, "We aren't running today. Too wet, muddy, and cold." Claire nodded.
"Rose this is Chris Plovert, or the Blue Bomber." Claire said pointing her hand to Chris.
"And Chris this is Rose, or Allie-Rose Singer." Chris did that head nod thing and Rose waved back.
"Hey, did you go to Briarwood?" Rose asked him.
"Yup. Did you go to OCD?"
"Yeah, I know you." Rose answered. When Chris turned around to look at Claire she stuck her tongue out at him and pretending to gag. Claire swatted her hand at the air to tell her to knock it off. Rose then made a funny face at Claire and turned around to wiggle her butt. "That's what Derrick Harrington used to do. Except he was a guy so it was creepy, but you're a girl so it's hot." Chris commented.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment, seeing as you probably don't know how to get a girl. No wonder Maddie said no to going to the Valentine's Day dance with you." Rose criticized.
"That was just because we both had brown hair and brown eyes. She said it would clash. But I got a date for that dance with some girl. Angelica? Ali? Angelina?" Chris tried to remember.
"ANGIE!" Rose screamed at him, "You are a man whore! You can't even remember the name of the girl who gave you your first kiss. Wow, and to think I was actually considering being nice to you. In your dreams dick," Rose said storming off to Claire's apartment.
"Who sprinkled bitch in her corn flakes this morning?" Chris mumbled.
"Rose doesn't eat corn flakes. She eats Fruit Loops." Claire told him with a slight tone of duh.
"Whatever. We should hang out sometime. How about you come over my place tonight and we watch Step Brothers? My sister got it for me for Christmas." Chris suggested.
"Sure. But I was thinking House Bunny, I want to see it so badly." Claire said doing a puppy dog face.
"Maybe. How about we go check on Rose?" Chris offered. Claire nodded and dashed up the stairs to her room.
"Crap, where are my keys?" Claire said to herself. She searched through her pockets and her shoes. Chris ran his hand along the paneling of her door and grabbed her spare key.
"How did you know where that was?" Claire asked him.
"Everyone hides them there!" Chris insisted. Claire shook her head in disbelief and walked into her home only to find Rose eating all her strawberries.
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Alicia rushed to the metal detector thing at the airport and slipped off her shoes and dropped them into a dirty gray bin. She wrestled her tan belt off her hips and willingly threw them in with her Uggs. Then she shook her pale orange Hollister zip up hoodie into the bin and walked through. The beeper went off and security escorted her for inspection. "M'am I'm going to have to ask you to put your arms out and legs apart," the old guard told her. Alicia did as she was told and he took his wand thing and went to her ears. She brushed her hair aside to reveal earrings. He moved to her stomach and sighed. She lifted her shirt a tad to show him a belly button ring. He moved down to her hips and bladder and it rung. His eyes started to bug out and she scowled and pulled out her car keys. "They're my car keys you perv!" She said.
"You may leave. Have a nice flight." He tipped his hat and Alicia stormed out. She got to the terminal right as they were closing the gates. The nice man let her on and she was standing in the middle of the tunnel trying to move towards the plane but her legs wouldn't allow her. She scuffed along the blue and gray carpet into her first class seat and sat down. She glanced to the side to see some hillbilly with a beer belly. She rolled her eyes and some hot guy came up and stood there. "I've been looking for you." Hottie exclaimed to her "Excuse me sir, do you mind if we trade seats? This is my cousin." He said pointing to Alicia.
"Sure son." The man got up and slung to the row behind them. Hottie smiled at Alicia.
"I'm Alicia Rivera." Alicia grinned.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Griffin Hastings."