Art Girls (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 1

"Welcome to New York City"
My limo driver opened the door leading his hand to the stone path up to the hotel.

"Thanks"
I smiled shyly, taking my backpack an putting it back on my back.

"Katie Copeland"
I stepped up to the desk.

"You look similar to another 17 year old who came in earlier"
She smiled.

"So I guess I made it in 2nd place?"
I smiled shyly, taking the key to the hotel room where my sister was already at.

"There's another?"

"Copeland triplets"

"Katie, Leah, and Cameron"
I added

I watched as I had surprised her an turned around to the elevator. I knew My sisters would be happy too see me, and I was happy to be in New York with them.

"Hey"
I unlocked the hotel door. I could hear music from the bathroom an I knew the only other Copeland girl who listened to music in the shower besides me was Cameron.

I tossed my bag on the floor next to the chair an I instantly sunk myself into it, the remote was one that a scientist had to build because the power button was nowhere to be found, just as I had given up I heard my name being called. I put down the remote and stood up facing her, her hair had grown longer since I seen her two months ago and her figure had became slimmer and she was a little taller. I walked to her and pulled her in for a hug, her warm embrace made me miss my other sister more than what I thought I did and hopefully Leah would be here soon.

"Have you heard from Leah?"
I asked

Cameron nodded
"She texted when I was in the shower, she will be here in the morning, and dad will be here with his husband tonight"

"Mom?"
I pulled my jacket from my arms and let it fall on the back of the chair.

"She's coming in with Leah"

I nodded and walked around the suite that we happened to be in for tonight.

"Dad wants to talk to us about more about our lives."

"I'm tired of living without anyone together"
I confessed.

Cameron nodded tucking her light hair behind her ear.
"That's how it's been for me too, all the schooling and classes, and then the tutors and professors and everything, we all want careers so we can't all be together"

I nodded, letting her see how sad it made me. The sisters I had shared the womb with, to share first steps and first words with. And at 12 I remember when we first started separating, when Leah went to Paris for ballet, when Cameron went too Africa to safari, and me who went to the United Kingdom for art, and too get my lifetimes worth of music from indie acoustic coffee shops.

Our conversation was cut short when our receptionist told us our limo was here and our father waited for us at a five star restaurant. I followed my sister down the hall to the elevator and soon we were in the limo headed to see the father we haven't seen in almost a year.

I tapped my converses on the limo floor an waited for the driver to open our door, Cameron was biting her lip nervously. Last time we seen him he had told us about how good the business was going and how much he wanted to see us for Christmas, but it never happened.

The restaurant was extravagant, it was Italian and Cameron read about it in a magazine on her plane ride back to the states. I nodded trusting her opinion and walked inside, the food hit my nose and it smelled delicious, and that's when I caught my fathers eye, he was lifting up his wine glass and sipping it slowly, I gave him a soft smiled and followed behind Cameron.