Frances's pov
Francie Eleanor Laurens lived with her mother around Rhode island. She had a father, too, but he was almost never home. The last time she'd seen him was when she was 9. Francie was now 17. She wasn't even sure if her father, John, liked her mother. When he was home, Francie remembered that he was always distant to his family; as he was usually with friends. Although Francie and John weren't close, She remebered that he was gentle and kind. You'd think Francie and her mother would be close, but that wasn't the case. Frances was a loner. Smart, creative, and independent.  Francie was staring out her window in her room in the attic, when she saw a family moving into the house next door. Wanting to give them a gift, Francie biked over to the florist as quick as she could, on her baby blue bike. She picked up some lilacs, veronica, pink roses, and dandelions. She biked back over to the neighbors' house. Francie ringed their doorbell, and a girl about her age , with curly hair like chocolate, opened the door.
"Hello, I saw you moving in and I wanted to give you some flowers." Francie smiled.
"Oh, thank you, I'm Liza, Liza Hamilton. What's your name?"
"Francie Laurens, and your welcome."
Liza's pov
Elizabeth Hamilton II knew the last name 'Laurens' from somewhere. She knew it from John Laurens, her father's best friend. Francie looked so pretty. No one knew it yet, but Liza was gay as fuck. Liza's family, the Hamiltons, bought a summer home in Rhode Island. Her father  was too busy to come. She was from one of the busiest cities in the country, New York City. Her father worked in government, which always took up his time.