"Hello Mrs. Johnson, how was your day?" Mary asked when she got home from her work at the bookstore nextdoor. Leaning over the counter of an old but comfy little restaurant. "Hello dear. My day was splendid. How was yours? Made some sales?" Mrs. Johnson responded. "I did, a great deal with some High School. They ordered a bulk of books to hand out to the students. How's the restaurant doing? Did those tourists came in? They asked me if I knew a good place." Mary told her. "Oh was that you? Thank you dear, they did come in and left a great tip. And even more great news, Harold is showing some nice people the apartment upstairs. If they move in we might be able to affort that nice playground for the grandkids."
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were an old couple that ran a cute little restaurant, but most of their income came from the rent of two apartments above it. One was rented to Mary and three of her friends, Lucy, Lydia and Charlotte, the other one had been empty for few months now. They would never say it, but the lack off rent income had taken its toll. "That's great! What are they like?" Mary asked. "Oh they are five siblings and their friend, they seemed very nice and polite." Mrs. Johnson said. "That sounds wonderfull Mrs. Johnson. Do you think I can run upstairs without disturbing them?" Mary was wondering, she didn't want to blow the sale for Mr. Johnson. "Oh go on up dear, you do live upstairs after all." Mrs. Johnson said. "Thank you. Have a nice day Mrs. Johnson."

"Great that you all like the apartment, if there is anything wrong or broken you can come to me or my wife. We will take care of everything." Mary heard Mr. Johnson talk to the possible tenants. "Oh, Hello. Don't mind me, just passing through. How are you Mr. Johnson?" Mary said as she made her way through the group of people to the second flight of stairs. The composition of the group and their stares did not go unnoticed. There were five boys, two with light blonde hair and thre brunettes, and a girl, also blonde. The boys had their gaze set on Mary as she walked past them. "Hello Mary dear. I'm great, thank you."He answered her. "This is Mary Wallace, she and her friends live upstairs. They are lovely young ladies." He told the boys and girl in the hallway. "Why thank you Mr. Johnson. I tell you there are no nicer landlords that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, it is true. Bye now, Lydia is waiting for me. It is our turn to cook, wish me luck Mr. Johnson." She said and made way to walk upstairs. "Oh dear, Lydia and cooking, the best of luck then. Have a nice day Mary." "Have a nice day everyone." Mary said while continuing to walk. She was out of sight but she did hear the boys in unison say, "We'll take it."


A week later Mary came saw a big truck with loads of boxes coming out, and people walking in and out of the restaurant. Soon she had found her friend Lucy, who helped in the service of the restaurant every now and then. "It looks like those new people are moving in." Mary said. "It does, it has been going on like this for an hour or so, the truck should be almost empty. Did you get a good luck at them?" Lucy asked, always curious. "I did, when they came looking at it. I met them on the way up, I just saw them. I didn't introduce myself." Mary said. "What did they look like?" Lucy asked, desperate to learn more. "Lucy! They looked like nice people. Five boys and one girl, poor thing." Mary described. "Alone in a apartment with five boys, that sounds amazing!" Lucy exclaimed, she was a bit boy-crazy. Mary merely shook her head. "From what I gathered it is five siblings and one family friend, odds are most of them are her brothers." She told her friend. "Still."

On her way up Mary was very carefull not to be in someone's way, she mostly succeeded, until she was so busy looking around that she missed the person in front of her. BUMP. "Oh sorry! My apologies, I wasn't looking." Mary began. "It's alright." A tall brunette laughed. "You're one of the other tenants right? From upstairs?" He asked. "Right, yes I am. I'm Mary Wallace, we met when you and your friend came to look at the place." Mary said, shaking the boy's hand. "Rocky Lynch, I remember. You sure made an impression." Rocky said. "Hey Rocky, I thought you were getting those last boxes?" A blonde boy showed up next to him, but he stopped talking when he saw Mary. "Oh, Hi. Now I see why Rocky was distracted. I'm Ross, his brother." Ross said reaching out his hand for Mary, which she shook. "Mary Wallace. Nice to meet you. Me and my friends live upstairs. Come on up when you need help unpacking. I'll just move out of your way for now, lovely to meet the both of you." And with that she made her way upstairs.

In her own apartment Mary was greeted by her other to roommates, Lydia and Charlotte. "I see you maneged to get up here through the busy movers. How was work?" Lydia asked, while making her way through a big plate of spagetti. "Great, how were your days?" Mary asked the both of them. "Great, had a nice sleep-in and maneged to get some housework done." Lydia responded. "And you Charlotte?" Mary asked her friend who had been a bit absorbed by some drawing she was making. "What? Oh yeah, great day. Got a new commission for a company logo today."
All four girls worked in a different profession, but they were old High School friends that never lost touch. Mary worked the bookshop nextdoor, Lydia was a nurse, Charlotte a graphic designer and Lucy an artist. Lucy also worked in the restaurant downstairs to have some sort of steady income, while she worked on her paintings.

The girls were shaken up from their ponderings by a knock on their door. Mary stood up to answer, she opened the door to a somewhat shy Rocky. "Hi, You did say I could ask for help with unpacking right?"