Felicia & Phoebe

Felicia
I returned home, my feet in agony from my four inch Jimmy Choo’s and my back complaining from the stress of the sixty pound bag that weighed me down. I had left home at six this morning and it was now seven at night. Sometimes, I hated owning my own fashion line. But most times, I didn’t. Upon entering I was stunned to find a conglomeration of people clogging up my living room. Maxine, Jessica, Trevor, Nikki, Sasha and Chelsea were congregated around the coffee table.

“What on Earth?”

“Oh, hey.” Maxine grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. “She just broke with Colton. She was sleeping on your couch last night.”

“Shit, I didn’t even notice her when I left this morning.” Maxine grinned.

‘You’re not exactly the most observant of people, Felce.”

“Wow. What happened?”

“She was having an affair with Carson and Colton found out.” I clenched my jaw.

“Cheaters deserve what they get.” I replied, angrily.

“That’s not really fair to say.”

“What’s not fair is pretending to love someone while fucking around with someone behind their back.”

“How can you be so judgemental?”

“And how come you’re so forgiving? You’re usually the first one to cast the stone!” Maxine recoiled like I had slapped her. “I’m sorry. I’ve had a long day. I didn’t mean it.” I placed my fingertips on my temples. Maxine shrugged. “I still don’t feel bad for Chelsea.”

“Well, you’re being close-minded and heartless.”

“Sucks to be me, I guess.” I could feel another fight brewing so I hastily changed the subject.

“How was your day?”

“I worked at home today. They didn’t really need me in the office.” I eyed her, suspiciously.

“They never seem to need you in the office.” Maxine shrugged.

“Guess I’m just that good at my job.”

“Mhm.” I popped into the kitchen to get a beer. As I came back out, the door flew open and Celeste came running in with Alden, hot on her heels. She bounded across the living room and into her bedroom.

“What’s wrong with her?” Sasha asked.

“She just broke up with Kent.” Alden replied.

“WHAT?” I dropped my beer and ran after Celeste with Maxine and Sasha right behind me.

Phoebe
It had been a heavy day at work. Lots of screaming children. One heartbreaking case involving a six year old and bone cancer. I desperately needed to get drunk. The only obstacle denying me my drunken state was that I’d had to stop for groceries on my way home; the problem with living in an apartment with only guys is that nothing ever gets done. Then again, I did have Andre who, while cleaning like a Merry Maid and cooking like a god, was so scatter brained that he could forget things moments upon hearing them. After battling with my keys for a few minutes, I staggered into the apartment, laden with grocery bag. The sight that awaited my eyes caused me to stagger back into the hall.

“Did I enter the wrong house?”

“Are you talking about all these bloody roses?” Spike’s voice floated out to me.

“Must be the right one. There can’t be two people quite as bad tempered as Spike in this apartment building.” The apartment was filled with red and pink roses. From my position at the door, I counted twelve baskets.

“And there’s more in your room.” Connor said as he grabbed the bags from my hands.

“Who on Earth are they from?” My thoughts flew to my veterinary nurse/boyfriend, Richard.

“Not from Richard.” Connor said, gently. “From Marshall Dale. The soccer player from a few doors down.”

“HIM?” I cried, incredulously.

“What do you know? He has a romantic side.”

“And a psycho spendthrift side.”

“He can afford it.”

“What do you mean?” Connor stared at me as if I was an idiot.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know who he is?” I shrugged.

“No clue.” He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.

“He’s plays for TFC!”

“Toronto Football Club?”

“YEAH! He’s one of their best players.”

“Well, whoop-dee-do.” I rolled my eyes.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” The door flew open, cutting him off in the middle of his thought.

“Phoebe!” Maxine blazed into the apartment, grabbing my arm. “A Fab Five-WHOA! Roses everywhere.”

“Marshall Dale’s way of apology.”

“It’s also his way of asking you to jump into bed with him.” I blushed, furiously. “Well, aren’t you the cutest thing? You actually blush. How do you keep your hands off of her, Connor?”

“Maybe we should go now, Max.” I said, hurriedly.

“Oh, I don’t.” Connor said, breezily. Maxine pushed past me and moved closer to Connor, who was putting away groceries. “Ever so often, she and I will have a really shitty day and console ourselves with alcohol and each other.”

“Damn you, Connor. Tell everyone in the building, why don’t you?” I snapped, running my hands through my hair. He shrugged.

“It’s only Maxine.”

"What is this Fab Five thing, Max?” I said, silencing him with a glare.

“OH! Celeste. She just broke up with her boyfriend.”

“WHAT?” Connor dropped the bag of sugar in surprise. “Really?” I gave him a warning look. “I mean...that’s dreadful. Perfectly awful.” But I saw the glimmer of a smile that darted across his face as he turned away from us.

“Anyway, let’s go. We’re on comfort duty.”

“But I just got home.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Maxine grabbed my hand and dragged me from my apartment.