It's just like a pictured it. My perfect New York flat, right in the middle of soho. I got my two best friends, Seth, who I've been bros with since high school football, and Bobbi Jo, whose only purpose in life is to smoke, drink, and be merry.
Then there's me. Christian Farrow. Born and bred southern boy. But now I have to find myself in the big city. Starting with NYU. I got accepted for their English Department. Probably because of my award winning plays. Well, awards From the public library and my high school.
"So, what do you think?," Seth says. My only issue is the closet, I mean come on! My shirts will wrinkle just looking at that shoe box!"
I laugh, knowing that he's being completely serious.
Bobbi Jo walks out of the bathroom and throws her bags on the Wooden floor.
"We need to do something about the bathroom."
"What's wrong with it?"
"There's a sink, a shower, and a urinal. Take a guess."
"Oh. Don't worry, it'll be fixed," I say.
Seth looks at her with a smirky face.
"Maybe we'll see each other during our potty breaks. I don't mind two at a time." He winks at her to which she replies by flicking him off.
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Thin lines
Teen FictionLevi and his two best friends are in the hustling NYC, each with big dreams. Levi wants to be a writer, Bobbi Jo a photographer, and Seth, a baseball player. But each have major roadblock along the way, and the lines between right and wrong are thin...
