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NYC, crowded, dirty, and loud. Even so, it had been Jude and Stevie's homes all their lives. It wasn't like they knew each other growing up---no it wasn't until they both were freshman roommates at Syracuse until they knew each other existed. From there on out, they were best friends, despite their vastly different backgrounds. Jude was from a rich family and grew up in Manhattan, private school and all. Stevie was the only child of a single mother and grew up in Queens, public school and all.
Jude's wealthy family came in use though, when he graduated his parents bought him a house--yes a house. There Jude and Stevie lived with an ever-revolving door of roommates. Rent was relatively cheap and it was a beacon for students, artists, and young professionals. So it was no surprise when their latest roommates moved out that two new ones moved in right away.
The row house was located in north Bushwick, a quickly growing(or gentrifying) area of the city for artists. The row house was a three-story beauty with brownstone facade, four tiny bedrooms, two tinnier bathrooms, and a backyard the size of a postage stamp. Normally, these buildings had been split up into multiple apartments, but this one was intact large (in NYC standards) home.
The first floor was all shared living space, a living room with ancient but comfortable furniture, a kitchen which hardly got used, and a dining room that was used as a makeshift studio. The top two floors housed the four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Jude and Stevie resided on the top floor, the two best friends refusing to be separated by even a floor.
The two new roommates River and Michael had moved in only a few days ago, and the four of them hardly had any time to get to know each other. Jude who was always the planner found a time all four of them weren't at work or class so they could hang out as roomies for the first time. Stevie was never super interested in these sort of things but tolerated them for Jude.
Jude came stomping down the stairs--never capable of being quiet, dressed in his preppy casual look that just screamed: "my parents have money". He was thin for his six foot one frame, but not as thin as he had been. It wasn't the sort of thing where someone was to think he was sick. Jude headed right for the kitchen grabbing his vodka and pouring himself a vodka soda with a squeeze of lime. He entered the living room, with Stevie following him with a cider in his hand like an infatuated puppy. The two of them were an odd pair, Jude with his put together look, purposely messy hair, and happy go lucky attitude. Stevie's long blonde hair was pulled up in a bun. He wore a worn out hoodie, a pair of old jeans, and an annoyed frown on his face. The pair snuggled into the couch, leaving no space between them.
"Michael seems nice don't you think," Jude asked Stevie--the two roommates haven't arrived home yet or descended from their rooms.
"He's fine," he said with a shrug.
"What about River? He's cute,"
"He's fine," this time Stevie sounded annoyed.
Jude rolled his eyes and pressed his face into Stevie's neck, nuzzling him a bit. The two were an affectionate pair, so much so people would think they were dating.
"Cut it out," Stevie growled, "they already probably think we're fucking."
Jude just laughed, annoying his best friend was an Olympic Sport for him, "who cares what they think?"
Stevie sighed and gave in to Jude's affections, tolerating his friend at the moment.
Jude's wealthy family came in use though, when he graduated his parents bought him a house--yes a house. There Jude and Stevie lived with an ever-revolving door of roommates. Rent was relatively cheap and it was a beacon for students, artists, and young professionals. So it was no surprise when their latest roommates moved out that two new ones moved in right away.
The row house was located in north Bushwick, a quickly growing(or gentrifying) area of the city for artists. The row house was a three-story beauty with brownstone facade, four tiny bedrooms, two tinnier bathrooms, and a backyard the size of a postage stamp. Normally, these buildings had been split up into multiple apartments, but this one was intact large (in NYC standards) home.
The first floor was all shared living space, a living room with ancient but comfortable furniture, a kitchen which hardly got used, and a dining room that was used as a makeshift studio. The top two floors housed the four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Jude and Stevie resided on the top floor, the two best friends refusing to be separated by even a floor.
The two new roommates River and Michael had moved in only a few days ago, and the four of them hardly had any time to get to know each other. Jude who was always the planner found a time all four of them weren't at work or class so they could hang out as roomies for the first time. Stevie was never super interested in these sort of things but tolerated them for Jude.
Jude came stomping down the stairs--never capable of being quiet, dressed in his preppy casual look that just screamed: "my parents have money". He was thin for his six foot one frame, but not as thin as he had been. It wasn't the sort of thing where someone was to think he was sick. Jude headed right for the kitchen grabbing his vodka and pouring himself a vodka soda with a squeeze of lime. He entered the living room, with Stevie following him with a cider in his hand like an infatuated puppy. The two of them were an odd pair, Jude with his put together look, purposely messy hair, and happy go lucky attitude. Stevie's long blonde hair was pulled up in a bun. He wore a worn out hoodie, a pair of old jeans, and an annoyed frown on his face. The pair snuggled into the couch, leaving no space between them.
"Michael seems nice don't you think," Jude asked Stevie--the two roommates haven't arrived home yet or descended from their rooms.
"He's fine," he said with a shrug.
"What about River? He's cute,"
"He's fine," this time Stevie sounded annoyed.
Jude rolled his eyes and pressed his face into Stevie's neck, nuzzling him a bit. The two were an affectionate pair, so much so people would think they were dating.
"Cut it out," Stevie growled, "they already probably think we're fucking."
Jude just laughed, annoying his best friend was an Olympic Sport for him, "who cares what they think?"
Stevie sighed and gave in to Jude's affections, tolerating his friend at the moment.
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