Chapter 2

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"Now if he's not cute I don't know who is," Meredith said.

"Yeah he's cute," Emily agreed.

"What's with the eye patch though? Training to be a pirate?" Meredith asked and then started to laugh.

Emily rolled her eyes at her friend as Kid Blink's eye met her own.

He grinned and walked through the crowd and down the stairs of the balcony, to where Meredith and Emily stood.

"Hi Emily," Kid Blink said with a smile.

"Hey Kid," Emily smiled.

"Wait...you know him?" Meredith asked.

Emily nodded, "We met today,"

"I'm her best friend Meredith, or Mary if you prefer," she grinned at him.

Kid Blink smiled, "Nice to meet you,"

Meredith nodded, "So what's with the patch?" she asked.

Emily stared at her with wide eyes full of disbelief.

"My parents got shot when I was seven, I was trying to protect them, a bullet shot me right in the eye,"

"EW, that's gross, let's go Em," Meredith said.

"Why? It's real life," Emily said.

Meredith stared at her, "Em, let's go, your father is probably looking for you,"

"So?"

Meredith scoffed, "This is why people like Emily and I don't hang around with dirty street rats like you...you abduct us with your good looks and then gross us out, you poor pathetic loser." Meredith said before turning on her heel and stalking off.

Blink looked at the ground.

"Don't even think about the type of stuff Meredith says, she's insane," Emily said.

"Emmy, we're leaving!" Elizabeth said, making her way towards the crowd towards her sister, "Oh hi," Elizabeth said, looking up at Kid Blink.

"Kid, this is my little sister Libby,"

"Hi," Kid Blink said with a smile.

"Is Kid your real name?" she asked questioningly with a smirk.

Kid laughed and shook his head, "No...it's Bryon,"

"That's a neat name," Elizabeth said with a smile, "Daddy says we need to go home," she said, turning to Emily.

Emily nodded, "Alright...it was good to see you again Kid," she said with a smile.

"Kid, do you know Les?" Elizabeth asked.

Kid nodded, "He's one of my best friends little brothers, why?"

"Tell him to meet me tomorrow in Central Park while he's taking his route," she said with a grin.

"Lib," Emily said with a laugh.

"No...it's no problem, I'll do it cutie," he said with a smile.

"Thanks," Elizabeth said with a grin and then walked away followed by Emily who turned around to give Kid Blink a wave and a smile.

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"What were you doing talking to street rats like those boys?" her father asked as they walked to their carriage.

"Daddy, why does it matter?" Elizabeth asked, "They're really nice,"

"And they are also the bums who held that strike last year," their dad said.

"Daddy, they're not bums, and they're not street rats, they're people," Emily said.

"I don't care what you girls call them, I don't want you associated with them," he said sternly as the carriage rode off.

The girls shot each other glances and then sighed as their father rambled on and on about how wrong it was until they pulled up to their house and pulled into the large circular driveway and they all got out.

"I can't believe he said all those things," Emily grumbled as she walked upstairs to her bedroom followed by Elizabeth.

"What was wrong with them? I thought they were nice, that Kid Blink guy is really nice and so is Les, and this other guy I met, his name is Francis Sullivan or Jack Kelly or the Cowboy...he told me all three names," Elizabeth said, walking into Emily's bedroom.

Emily shook her head, "Why are mayors always so egotistical? We've met the one of New Jersey, Delaware, Maine, Pennsylvania, they all act the same!" Emily exclaimed as she let her shawl drop to the floor.

"Why does daddy hate them?" Elizabeth asked, flopping onto her sister's bed.

"Because, it's his job...he didn't used to be like this, then everything changed when he became mayor...then I became eye candy to every guy in all of New York City and you became the envy of every girl at your school...I personally, hate my life," Emily said, taking her hair out of its bun, it grazed across her stomach.

"How can you hate life? We have a mansion, money, Star, Dover, mom and dad, each other, Iris, how could you hate life?"

Emily glanced as her Dachshund, Dover, came into her room, his feet padding across her polished oak wood floor.

"How much do mom and dad even talk to us? How many times a day?"

"Breakfast and dinner..."

"Exactly, each last about thirty minutes, and then they spend most of the time talking to each other and about how bad "street rats" are, I'm sick of it. For once, I'd just like to be normal, back when I was able to be friends with and talk to whoever I wanted, not have to go to press conferences, be able to have fun with my friends without being mobbed my paparazzi, having real friends, just being me...don't you miss that? Don't you remember what normal is?"

Elizabeth shrugged, "I barely remember...I was six,"

"See? Thanks to father being the mayor, my teenage years are ruined,"

"And this life is normal to me," Elizabeth said.

"It's what you're used to, but it's not real, life can't be this perfect. But my life is always going to be stuck being this... dull."

"Not necessarily, he could step down..."

"Yeah, that's a one in a million chance Libs, he has wanted to be mayor since I can even remember, he'll step down from being mayor when hell freezes over and Jesus goes evil,"

"Don't criticize him!" Elizabeth exclaimed.

Emily sighed, "I wasn't...I was simply stating a fact,"

"That said Jesus is going evil,"

"You don't get it Libby." Emily said.

"So now I'm stupid?"

"Just go to bed," Emily said in exhaustion.

Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at her sister, "Fine," she said and stomped into her room which shared a connecting door with Emily's.

"Not very lady like!" Emily called out even if it was useless.

Emily rolled her eyes at the closed door and changed out of her dress into her nightgown.

She lay down on her bed, her hair cascading all over her pillow.

Her father's idea of a nice boy was one with money and good manners, good manners led to something else though, treating a girl like a trophy...boys like that never treated girls with respect, they treated them like garbage. She never wanted to marry someone like that, but knowing her luck, she'd be put in an arranged marriage, just like her mother was.

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