You look out the window of the taxi, watching the buildings go by. The rain pelts the windows, contradicting your mood. You pull out one earphone out as you feel the taxi slow down.

The taxi stops at the side of the busy street. You realize your new building is across the street.

You step out of the taxi and look around, grinning. The driver gets out to take out your bags. "So this is where you're moving in?"

"Yes!" You nod. "Thank you." You take your bags. The driver drives off. You stick your headphone back in, and turn up the volume.

You set your two smallest bags under a stoop, protecting them from the rain, and quickly lug the largest suitcase across the road. You hurry back, pulling your second bag behind you, and holding the other on your shoulder. You carry it carefully, remembering it was becoming a little worn and broken.

You peer down the street, and walk across. You get to the middle and hear a horn. You turn, just catching a glance of the truck, before:

A body knocks you down, landing in a puddle with a splash. You lie in shock for moment, and then try to register what had happened. And who the hell am I lying under?

You blink; the first thing you see is a pair of blue-grey eyes. They're filled with concern.

"Are you alright?"

You nod. "Yeah."

He picks you up, trying to wipe the mud off of you. His New York City t-shirt and black skinny jeans were completely ruined; they're wet and dirty, but not as bad as yours. His black hair is damp as well and getting wetter with the rain.

You bring your hand to your head. It's wet, muddy, and hurts a little from being knocked onto the pavement. You look around, trying to locate your bags. "Dammit." You mutter.

The second rolling suitcase is lying on the side of the street, intact, slightly wet, but your duffel bag… it's strewn about, completely fallen apart. A few books, movies, and video games are tossed about, plus some bras that you had just washed this morning.

"Bloody hell!" You exclaim.

As you go and pick up your belongings, a second figure runs up. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

You glance up, trying to shake the water off of The Lord of the Rings: Extended Edition. A brown-haired, brown-eyed guy stands above you. He immediately bends down, picking up movies out of the puddles.

The black-haired boy goes and picks up all the video games out of the puddles. Eventually, all three of you have filled your arms with your stuff. You pick up your bras yourself, trying not to embarrass yourself too much. I guess it's a little late now.

The three quickly go back to the pavement, with the other two suitcases.

The brown-haired boy sets down the DVD's and runs into the coffee-shop next door. He gets a few plastic bags, and quickly fills them with the belongings.

"So where do you live? Where's your apartment?"

"In this building." You reply, pointing up.

The black-haired boy grins. "Really? That's where we live!"

The three walk up six flights of stairs till you finally found your new apartment.

"Your apartment is above ours!"

You smile. "Oh good! Well, thank you for everything. Thanks for saving my life, uh…"

"I'm Phil." Says the black-haired guy. "And you're very welcome."

The other sticks out his hand. "I'm Dan."

You shake it. "Nice too meet you too."

They tell you they have to go. "But if you ever need anything, just come down to the next apartment."

You thank them again, and walk into your new home. You close the door behind you and sigh. All you can think was how happy you are to have Phil as a neighbor.