Broken Promises.

Chapter Thirteen- Take a picture, it lasts longer.

[Consider this chapter the beginnig of the story, and the other one's the introduction.]

Chapter Thirteen- Take a picture, it lasts longer.

Bridgette's P.O.V

"One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things". -Henry Miller

"I can't even believe I live here." I mumbled against the car window my face was currently pressed against. I looked up at the thirty story building covered in white brick and windows. The smell of nicotine filled the car and my nostrils from Alex's cigarette. Completely oblivious to the scent, I continued looking at the view that was in front of me.

"Do you even realize how big this flat is?" Alex spoke while looking down at the paper work displaying the layout of our soon to be flat.

"Huge." Emerson murmured, her eyes still glued into the road, occasionally peeking up at the building. I pulled my head away from the car window and sat up on my knees to take a glance of the paper.

"Bloody hell," I whispered, one room in particular caught my eye, the biggest one out of all the bedrooms. "Dibs on that one." I spoke and pointed my finger on the room.

"Uh, sorry sweetie, I already planned on getting it." Alex replied to me, I eyed her face, making my eyes grow wide.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't hear you call dibs on it." I shot back, smirking at her.

"Children shut your traps," Emerson budded in, looking at the two of us for a short second, "dibs is dibs Alex, Bridge gets that room." She spoke, then turning all of her attention back the the road in front of us, I shot my head at Emerson and grinned widely.

"Fine." Alex said with a huff, eyeing the paper closely again, "I call dibs on that one then." Alex pointed to the second biggest bedroom. Emerson sucked in the air loudly, I jolted my head back in her direction, she smiled lightly and winked at me.

"I already called it." Emerson said in a whisper, Alex turned her head sharply at her making me laugh shortly. Before she could say anything to Emerson, we reached the gate to let us into the building.

"How may I help you?" A feminine voice spoke out of the box guarding the gate. Emerson unbuckled her seat belt and adjusted her body to speak into the tiny box. I continued looking at the paper of our layout, not paying any attention to what was going on.

"Uh. Yeah," Emerson spoke confused, "guys let me see the paper." Emerson whispered to Alex and me, Alex ignored her and continued looking at the paper, until Emerson yanked it out of her hand.

"Hey!" Alex shouted with annoyance in her tone, eyeing her up and down and sighing, then slouched farther into the passenger seat. I was currently on my knees looking over Alex, but since nothing interesting was happening with her, I adjusted my body to face Emerson, my anxiety was killing me and I needed to move around or get out of this tin can.

"Yes, we'll buzz you right in Miss Gosling." The female voice called out to Emerson.

"Thank you." Emerson replied back, and buckled her seat belt again. I sat back in the back seat again and let out a long sigh, following a yawn shortly after. "You and me both." Emerson murmured, her mouth parting slightly and letting out a long yawn. "Why does yawning have to be so damn," she started to say in between her yawn, "contagious."

"I dunno." I replied back with a warm smile.

"You could go to sleep in the third bedroom, ya know." Alex spoke silently, with a smile playing on her lips. I watched Emerson's lips cast into a smirk, then she shook her head.