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frankiedubois: our car broke down but we're back tagged: gracieabrams
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oliviarodrigo: remember when I said we should get gas in Minnesota??? ➥ frankiedubois: no ➥ gracieabrams: whennnn girlie??
gracieabrams: I love you!!! ➥ frankiedubois: i love you more!!
conangray: why wasn't I invited? 😭
THE car passed the welcome sign that was drilled into the ground as we entered New York at 8 pm. I yawned, stretching my arms in the back of the car. Olivia was passed out in the passenger's seat, she had driven the first half of the way back to the city in the earliest hours. Liv had only replaced her after 7 hours of driving, the other 7 and a half driven by Gracie, who stifled another yawn.
"I can drive," I had offered earlier in the afternoon but received loud disagreements.
"You know you aren't allowed to drive with us since you crashed the car in London," Gracie said, glancing back at me with a frown.
"I wasn't used to driving on the right side of the road," I grumbled, slumping back in my seat. "Plus, it was only a small dent."
"You were born in France!"
"I didn't see the driver."
"You smashed into that basketball hoop head-on!" Liv exclaimed, joining in on the story. I tried to speak but was hushed. "No - no speaking, Frankie. It's alright, we'll handle the driving."
I gave one final wave as they pulled away from the front of my house, Gracie's hand out the window as they turned the corner. I leaned down to pick up my duffel bag that held my clothes, snacks, and other necessities for the last 2 weeks, walking up to my New York apartment.
As I approached, the building revealed itself to be a quaint, dusty white stone structure tucked away on a peaceful, tree-lined street. The contrast of the bright green trees against the dark metal railings was something I had fallen in love with as the seasons changed and years passed. With each step, the echo of my shoes reverberated against the sidewalk as I ascended the steps leading up to the entrance. Finally, reaching the door, I carefully input the 6-digit code into the small, weathered metal box, next to the imposing, darkened oak door.
I turned on the lights and entered the foyer, where the warm glow spilled into the spacious living room. The kitchen was adjacent, featuring a charming alcove on the wall. A rustic wooden bench was mounted on one side, with a matching table situated in the center, adorned with a lifelike artificial plant.
