[url=http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/e5/a7/beautifulgirl,redhead,girl,hair,beautiful,face-e5a7be74e51c414e5367059b83f49951_h.jpg]Bridgette[/url] and Nadia perched on an old sofa in Nadia's attic. The two girl's heads were pressed together as they looked through an old photo album. The attic was floor to ceiling with stuff. Just stuff everywhere. Even the sofa they were sitting on had stuff they too were sitting on. Or stuff that had fallen into their laps from precarious piles. Nadia's family were hoarders. They had moved to Europe from Egypt almost two generations ago and had piled everything they didn't need in the attic and left it. Nadia had discovered years ago that her parent didn't care that she went through the old stuff, as long as she didn't ruin anything. Bridgette had soon joined her friend in rustling through the old belongings. 

Bridgette didn't care much for history. But she didn't have the best home life. Her mother wasn't really in the picture. Her father was always off on 'business trips', a.k.a. he was doing his secretary, and it left her alone with her elder brothers. There were two of them, twins and both disliked Bridgette. It was almost a given because they were both ten years older than her, and half siblings to boot. So, as soon as she could she spent as much time away as possible. Not that anyone noticed. 

"And this one." Nadia pointed at a man with a ridiculous triangle goatee and pencil mustache. The two girls erupted into peals of laughter. Nadia's threw back her head, her dark brown hair cascading down her back, a lovely contrast to her light mocha colored skin. Nadia was a direct contrast to Bridgette who had red hair, the mass of freckles and pale skin. 

"He looks like a creeper." Bridgette said still laughing. The twenty year old pretended to stroke her own mustache which set Nadia off again. Finally the two girls wound down out of laughter. Nadia shut the album and looked around. By this time they had explored almost everything. However the two were not to be deterred. Nadia checked her watch really quick, her black eyes watching the dial.

"We still have a few minutes before dinner." The other girl pointed out. Even since Bridgette started spending more time at Nadia's her parents had taken to feeding her and to letting her stay the night as often as she wanted. It was like a real family, almost. 

Bridgette tapped her lips and looked thoughtful. "There." She finally pointed to a section they hadn't explored. And soon the two girls descended upon it. Boxes were opened, papers ruffled through, more photos were uncovered. Bridgette seized a lovely piece of jewelry, completely fake, that she passed off to Nadia who now wore it around her neck. Then, a black box appeared. It was old and scuffed. Bridgette reached for it only to be thwarted by Nadia who cried: "Dibs" and snatched it off the ground. Both girls held their breath as Nadia opened the box. Images of jewels and valuables danced through their mind. 

"Dang." Nadia said as she peered into the box. Bridgette craned her neck to see what it was. 

"A rock?" Bridgette asked in disbelief. 

"An ugly rock." Nadia specified. And indeed it was. It was rough and obviously a common stone that someone had just picked off the ground. Nadia huffed. "Not gold."

"Or gems." Bridgette agreed.

"Or money." Nadia supplied with a smirk.

"Or steamy love letters." Bridgette wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Bridge!" Nadia shoved her friend with a faked look of horror. "How could you?" Nadia cried in a voice she tried to make condemning, but ended up laughing instead. 

"You know you thought it too." Bridgette asserted over the sound of laughter. She folded her arms and tried to look offended, but failed by smiling instead. "Dinner?" She finally asked once her friend stopped to breathe.

"Sure. In a second." Nadia turned her attention back to the box. "Maybe there's hidden [i]treasure[/i]." Her voice dropped to low and husky.

"Well, I'm hungry." Bridgette said as she stood and made her way carefully to the exit in the floor. She was almost there when Nadia made a noise.

"Ah." Nadia sighed in pleasure. Bridgette turned around at the oddity of it all. When she looked upon Nadia again, she noticed right off that something was wrong. Sure it still looked like Nadia, but there was something so wrong. 

"Nadia?" Bridgette asked quietly, as if afraid to spoke her friend.

"No." Nadia said with a rapturous smile. "I'm afraid Nadia's not here anymore." Nadia stood up with a little difficulty, as stiff from kneeling on the floor for so long.

"That isn't funny." Bridgette said. She tried to back up but ended up sprawling on the floor when her foot impeded on some object behind her.