It's 2025. Hi, I'm Emma Geller-Green. My dear, Auntie Monica let me live in her old apartment. Don't tell her, but it's totally revamped now. I live with my best friend, Ari. She's the daughter of Phoebe Buffay and Joey Tribbiani. She has two brothe...
"Ari!!" I screeched frantically, patting pillows and crouching under chairs. "Have you seen my phone?"
"I'm in the bath, this is my time," She yelled back aggressively. Classic Ari.
"You sure it's not you and Jack's time?" I replied, waiting for her response. I bit my lip and silently laughed as she slammed the door to the bathroom and said, "Fine, I guess it's Emma's phone's time."
I picked up multiple vases and pitchers in the cramped, turquoise kitchen. "Not here."
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Ari continued in the living room, now messy and thrown about, in her white robe. She even checked on the mantle of the fireplace!
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"Thanks, hun, but it doesn't seem to be there," I rested my hands on my waist as she rolled her eyes at me. "Let's check the bedrooms."
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{Emma's}
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{Ari's}
"Not in this apartment," Ari sighed. "Can I please get back to my bath now?"
I hastily nodded and grabbed my key to Anthony and Darion's apartment.
"Hey bro, it's your Sweetie Sugartits!" Darion hit at Anthony's stiff arm as both turned to me from their armchairs. I glared at Darion, once again, after that vulgar remark. My "boyfriend" stifled a laugh and laid his large hand over his lips.
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"You told him?" I cocked my head towards the now flushed Anthony.
"I thought that since Ari knew, he could know."
"Hottie Thicklips knows?!" Darion's eyes widened as he grinned in a disgusting way.
"Oh, so i'm sweetie, but Ari's hottie?"
Darion swiveled away in his armchair and continued to sip his drink.
"What can I help you with, sugar tits?" Anthony got up from the couch, his 6 foot figure towering over my five feet and ten inches. I smiled as he rubbed my shoulders comfortingly.
"I'm looking for my phone," I rubbed my forehead in a worried way, as Darion turned back to us with a devilish grin. Gotta love Darion.
"If you were looking for your phone here... that means you came over to be with your Nerdy McHunksalot."
"Ew, dude, you made one for me?" Anthony rubbed the side of his arm and shivered at the sight of his brother.
"Don't worry, I made one for me, too: Prince Pantydropper."
'You are my least favorite person. Ever." I shut the door to their apartment and headed to Jack and Erica's.
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"Sorry, Em," Jack fumbled around his apartment. "It's not here--" He picked up another phone, though: Ari's.
"Whaddya know? She doesn't even know she lost it," I grinned as he handed it to me.
Erica was my last hope. It had to be in there, it just had to be!
"Air!" I knocked on her narrow door. Erica, wanting to be away from everybody and not having a roommate, has a very small apartment. You could hear books and trinkets smashing to the ground as she made her way to the door.
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"Here's your phone, you forgot it 3 days ago," She handed me my prized possesion. "Anyways, wanna hang out?"
"Thank you, Air!" I hugged her and scurried back to my apartment.
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Just a little chapter to show you what the apartments look like!
