This is the same story you might have found on "1t 2 be me's" site. We just moved locations. The story is baciclly the same except for the point of view

By: Stephanie W. and Jane D.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Fucking New York

(Stephanie) "Shit!" Jane cursed as she opened the trunk to car.

"What?" I asked from my place in the passenger's seat.

"There are three people in our trunk!"

"What? How?" I asked wrenching open the door and moving to join Jane at the back of the car.

I stared into the depths of the trunk when suddenly something popped out, two somethings actually. "We're the Katies!" the blonde girls shouted while waving their hands in an overly dramatic display.

"And Lillian!" a third figure called emerging from the trunk.

"Jane!" I yelled exasperated. "I told you to check the trunk before we left Springfield!"

"You're not a retard," Jane said huffily. "You could have done it yourself."

"Where are we?" Lillian asked pulling herself completely out of the trunk. "It seems like we drove for days."

"That's because we did, loser," Jane answered. "We're in New York."

"New York!" the Katies cried together in a way that seemed to almost to go against the laws of nature, two people shouldn't be as similar as those two were.

"Lillian," I sighed looking at the petite Asian girl before me. "I told you that you couldn't come."

"So," Lillian said with a shrug. "I decided I could and I brought my friends too."

Jane stood there staring at the Katies as if they were some sort of alien life forms that beamed her into their spaceship and were preparing to probe. "Are you like twins are something? Because if you are your parents were bastards for naming you the same thing."

"Nope," the girls said in unison, they didn't always talk in unison but it did happen more often than was comfortable. "We've just been friends forever."

"Well so have Stephanie and I," Jane said giving them a funny look. "But you don't see us popping out of other people's trunks, yelling 'We're the Stephs and Janes' and waving our hands in some truly ridicules way."

"So what's the plan?" Lillian asked me looking way to chipper for someone who just spent days locked in the trunk of a Toyota Cressida. "Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, or are you going to skip all the tourist crap and check out the local bars?"

"We, as in Jane and I," I said pointing to Jane then to myself to illustrate the point. "Are going to find a place to stay. As for you three, you're going to stay the fuck away from my trunk."

"Oh come," she said her voice becoming a high pitched whine. "We were in smelly trunk and now you're just going to abandon us. This is New York City! We could get killed or raped. Or worse robbed!'

"How is getting robbed possibly worse than getting killed or raped?"

"That's not important," Lillian sighed with a casual wave of her hand. "What is important is that you not leave us with absolutely nothing."

"Nothing?" I asked. "You guys didn't pack anything!"

"There was no room," Lillian explained. "Even after we threw your guy's stuff out Katie E. Had to huddle herself into a ball."

"You threw out our stuff?" I asked my eyes growing wide.

"Only the two big suitcases."

"There were only two suitcases!" I felt like I was going to faint or throw up or maybe commit a triple homicide. "No we have nothing! My purse was in those suitcases. We have no money."

"What?" Jane asked suddenly becoming very alert to the conversation.

"We have no stuff," I answered shaking my head, I still couldn't believe someone would be stupid enough to do that. "They took it out of the trunk so they could fit."

"I going to fucking kill you Lillian!" Jane yelled lunging at Lillian but the Katies each held one of her arms, effectively restraining her.

"Kill me?" Lillian asked her mouth agape. "The Katies did it too!"

"They are obviously mindless pod people who are under your control," Jane explained. "That's the only reasonable explanation for all their similarities."

"That's stupid."

"Steph back me up."

I shook me head, "We have bigger things to worry about. But I'm not saying the pod people idea isn't a possibility. And lets not kill anyone, we don't want to end up with the fine boys of the NYPD."

"Or do we?" Jane asked and I gave her a funny look. "Okay fine, we don't."

"What do you think we should do?" someone asked, I wasn't sure who I was actually trying to phase out the three stowaways and the hope that they would disappear and our luggage would magically reappear.

This wasn't how I'd thought Jane's and my big trip to New York city would have turned out. We're not in the city for more than ten minutes when Jane thought she heard something in the trunk. She had gotten out to check and suddenly we had gone from party of two to a party of five. I let a sigh and tried to think of a solution to the myriad of problems that appeared in the short period of time we'd been out of the Toyota. "Jane do you have any money."

Jane dug in her pocket and came up with a couple crumpled bills. "It's a grand total of thirty-five dollars."

"Lillian, Katie, Katie how about you?" I asked and they all shook there heads. Lillian produced a twenty and the Katies each had a ten. I dug in my own pocket to find nothing but a five. "So all together we have eighty dollars."

"How long does it has to last us?"

I shrugged, "Until we can find away to get more money."

"What now?" Lillian asked looking around at the very imposing city that surrounded us.

"I think we should find a place to stay," I answered.

"Well it better be close and cheap," Jane sighed as she moved back to the drivers side of the car.

Lillian made her way to the passenger's seat but I blocked her way. "You're in the back or you're not coming." Lillian mumbled something under her breath but pried open the back door and slunk in. I situated myself in the front and Jane began to drive. We hadn't been in the car for five minutes before suddenly there was a myriad of horns blaring at us.

"I'm not doing anything wrong," Jane screamed out the window. "And I'm from out of state give me a break!"

I let my body slide lower in my seat as the sounds of the horns slowly disillusioned me with the city I had dreamt about since I was twelve. "Welcome to fucking New York," I mumbled as I stared out the window at the concrete jungle.