Misty Day had several curses bouncing and resonating off the walls of her mind, and another few poised on the very tip of her tongue, she had gotten this far: walked into the glass door, tripped twice in the lobby, and even managed to go up an extra flight of stairs than she needed and groaned all the way back down to her allocated floor. But now she gave up holding it in and swore under her heaving breath as she now tackled the door to her new apartment. She was balancing several boxes in her arms, a large bag on her back, a guitar strapped across her front and still pulled a case along with her too... Somehow, she managed, and now she was charged with the difficult challenge of putting the key into the lock. God have mercy.

The wild haired girl was very much a one trip person so leaving half of her luggage downstairs to collect later just wasn't an option. Misty managed to balance her boxes on her hip, whilst fumbling with the keys and just as she had located the right key, the bottom of her box split, causing a fair amount of books to scatter along the hall as if they were purposefully trying to escape her. All that happened the exact moment her phone began to ring ignorantly, reminding Misty that it existed, by playing 'Rhiannon' as loud as it possibly could. The music was now accompanying the girls grumbling swear words as the key finally slid into the lock and twisted.

"Ya gotta be kiddin' me," Misty huffed at the stiff door, kicking the wood with her knee and almost fell into her apartment. Well at least she was in. She dropped the remaining boxes in a far corner, propping her case against the wall and laid her guitar on the bed before moving to crack open the window. It was a thousand degrees in the centre of New Orleans, and she had just tackled a trip up the stairs, she deserved a nice breeze.

The window had a sweet footlocker in front of it, and Misty smiled and sat down. She could imagine herself sitting there when pouring rain was hammering off the glass, and she had her hands around a nice cup of chocolate; or in the sun, with her hair glistening gold as she read a good book. Book... The young blonde hopped to her feet to gather the sea of literature that had cascaded across the floor upon her arrival. The door was still ajar and Misty glanced down to see all her books in a neat little pile right in the doorway, so she didn't even have to collect them herself.

Honeycomb curls danced around her shoulders as she tried to catch a glimpse of the person who had tidied her mess, but she was alone with her books. "Thank you!" she called to whoever may be listening, and she shut the door after picking up her neat stack of books.

The Cajun pulled out her phone, sitting cross-legged on her new bed, connecting immediately to the Wi-Fi and checking her calls.

"Luke, ya just rang?"

"Yes, Mist, it's Wednesday, are we okay for band practice tonight?" The blonde smiled, nodding. She and Luke Ramsey had organised a band just a year ago and made quite a few numbers in Misty's old garage, but she had lived with her parents then, now she had a place all to herself.

"Yeah, ya got the address of the block? I'm up in room twenty-two," she could hear her friend shifting and scribbling the number on something.

"We'll be there at seven, see you Mist,"


Misty found herself thinking about the book incident much more than actually deemed necessary, but still, a warm smile tugged at the girls colourless lips, knowing there was at least one kind soul in the building. She had changed out of her simple jeans and polo after sweating her morning away, and had figured out how to use the shower after being scolded and frozen in intervals. She now wore a loose red dress with long arms and short skirt, it was more comfortable than wiggling into another pair of skinny jeans anyhow.

She had yet to unpack, her boxes still stacked in a threateningly unsteady pile exactly where she had left them, and her case spread open on the bed simply because her need for fresh clothes and a towel. Besides, she had WiFi, and friends, so there was little chance of her doing any sort of work before she had settled in and told everyone how wonderful her trip into New Orleans had been.

There was a loud knock at her door, that could have only been Luke, and soon enough he came crashing in carrying the sound speaker and electric drum kit, followed by Kaylee with the microphones, leads and the keyboard with it's stand, finally followed by Madison, carrying four pizza boxes.

"Surprise, Bitch,"


Cordelia rolled over in her bed to stare at the ceiling, dark eyes boring into the dull white plaster with such intensity she could've made the Hulk cringe. Her pale porcelain hand reached out to try and find her phone in the dark. The brightness of her screen did absolutely nothing to cease the headache that was beginning to form just behind her eyes, but she glared at the time with a slight huff falling past her lips. 11:25

The music coming from next door was pretty hard to fall asleep to, with catchy drum beats causing the woman to even tap her foot under the quilt. The lyrics were slightly muffled through the single wall that parted them, she could hear the guitar strumming out a solo, and despite how she knew that the band next door was talented, it was late, and she had to work first thing in morning.

Cordelia switched on her bed side light; wincing as her sight adjusted, her feet found the cold floor as she pulled a gown over her nightclothes, making sure her hair hadn't received the whole 'bed-head,' treatment yet. The woman contemplated going back to bed, after all, her new neighbour had just moved in, quite stressfully as well, having had her box split in the middle of the hall. She had felt pure sympathy and had rushed to gather the books, in hope to make the girls day just a little bit better. The older woman had smiled on the other side of her door, hearing the newcomers genuine thanks.

Unlocking her apartment door, Cordelia shuffled across to the next room, rubbing her eyes with the palm of her hand. The music was louder now and she could make out the words that were being sung. The lead singer also had a harmonizer that she hadn't noticed before, and she could also recognise the piano in tune with the guitar.

She knocked.

Luke's head snapped up from where he sat, drumsticks in hand as a sharp knock resonated from the door and apparently he had been the only be to hear it. He leaned over and switched off the speaker, causing Madison to whip around with a confused glare "Mist! You have a visitor!" Cordelia anxiously bit on her lower lip, hoping she wasn't going to ruin four teenagers' night. Mist? That was a peculiar name... Perhaps a stage name for the band, but the woman dismissed the sudden thought from her mind.

"I gotta what?" a heavily accented voice replied, and Cordelia Goode giggled quietly behind her fingers, knowing that the girl had just moved in and certainly wasn't expecting anyone to turn up on her doorstep, not at this time of night at least. Misty jumped up from her perch on the footstool in front of the window, carefully setting her guitar down before not so carefully tripping over the books she had rest on the floor and hitting her head off a microphone as she made her way to the door, groaning in slight pain.

Cordelia's brows knitted softly together hearing the crash and groan sounding from the inside. She cleared her throat, just as the door had been yanked open.

The girl that stood in front of her was red in the face and breathless, and the woman assumed that she had fallen and caused the crash she had heard just moments ago. Her golden curls fell over her shoulders, threatening to spill in front of her sky-blue eyes that stared back at Cordelia. The slightly shorter woman blushed, this predicament was more awkward than she had imagined, standing there in her nightclothes, and honestly, she didn't want to sound rude or mean, but truthfully, she couldn't afford to be tired in front of her co-workers tomorrow morning.

Say something, Cordelia.

"Hi," Good start. She shuffled slightly hesitant before glancing up to the other, "I'm really sorry to bother you, but I... I have to be up for work quite early tomorrow, do you think you could tone the music down a little? I- I live next door," Cordelia glanced up hopefully and was met by a sweet grin and earnest nod.

"Absolutely! I'm real sorry, I ain't used ta livin' near people, I guess," the wild blonde explained with a soft sigh, as she cast an apologetic glance towards the other woman who stood there in her nightclothes, and Misty felt absolutely terrible for having gotten the woman out of her bed. She leant against the door frame, with a small smile that made Cordelia reciprocate immediately. The older woman caught a glimpse of the other three people in the girls room.

The redhead sat at the piano was watching the conversation with a slice of cold pepperoni pizza between her fingers; the male sat at the drum kit gave a goofy grin, absent-mindedly spinning his drumsticks. The other girl stood in the centre behind a microphone, arms folded as if she wished she could be anywhere else than there. When she caught Cordelia's gaze, she rolled her eyes and dramatically sat herself on the bed.

"Thank you," her attention turned back to the taller girl with an appreciative nod. She stuck out her hand and the wild blonde raised her brow in slight surprise, sapphire eyes widening slightly. "Cordelia Goode," she took the woman's offered hand and gave a small yet firm shake with a smile that lit up her face.

"I'm Misty, Misty Day," she introduced brightly, leaving the other pleasantly astounded at her energy level for this time of night.
" Nice to meet you, Misty. Well, I should be going, thank you again" the woman admitted, her gaze traveling down to the patterned carpet beneath her bare feet. She instinctively pulled the gown tighter around her as she turned away, looking back with a sweet smile only when the Cajun bid her a good night and sweet dreams.

Cordelia quickly disregarded her robe, flinging it across the chair at her desk before slipping into bed and pulled the thick covers up to her chin and reached to turn off her beside lamp. From the next room she heard a chorus of 'ooh's', followed by Misty's obvious swearing that caused the woman to grin slightly. The boy on the drums tapped out a quick ba dum tss.

"Ya an ass Madison!" Misty called, and from then on it was silent, and as the three left the wild blondes room hauling their equipment, Cordelia fell asleep with a smile printed softly on her face.


"Uh-oh, who broke Cordelia?" Zoe marched up to the desk with a confident stride, resting both elbows on the solid surface, regarding her friend with concern registering in grey pepper eyes. Cordelia had propped her heavy head on her palm, the cheery smile had long since fallen from her lips and her eyelids were drooping with every passing minute. The woman reclined in her chair, forcing her head to balance on her neck properly. Usually she would have had a wonderful comeback to Zoe's incredulous humour, but today, the blonde just massaged her stiff wrist that she had been leaning on for half an hour.

"I didn't sleep great," Cordelia admitted, rubbing at her eyes and trying to focus her attention on something in hope of would keep her awake, she glanced upwards to register Zoe watching her and clearly wanting the statement elaborating. The woman sighed, letting a loose groan descend from her semi-parted lips. "I have a new neighbour,"

"And?" Zoe sprung immediately, with such haste that Cordelia even woke up some.

"And... They're in a band," she continued, clicking the end of her pen repeatedly, trying to find some distraction from the continuous lull of sleep, the long haired brunette seemed to be the only help to the woman.

" Well, why didn't you tell them to can it? I know you Cordelia, you're not shy," Zoe pressed, now leaning against the desk with a tingling smile. She barely heard the blondes confirmation that she did, and Zoe snapped her fingers an inch from her nose, causing Cordelia to sit up straight and wide eyed. "and did they shut up?" the woman nodded slowly, resisting the temptation to rest her head back on her hand. "Then what's the problem, is he cute?"

Cordelia almost choked on the air, her head snapping to meet Zoe's gaze who grinned down at her with a stubborn look in her eyes.

"Zoe!" she protested, finally as awake as she needed to be.

"Well is he?" the younger girl pressed, smirking at her friend as she now perched on her desk.

"She." Cordelia corrected, before softly shrugging her tense shoulders. "And I didn't exactly notice," Zoe snorted in disbelief shaking her head, ignoring the hardened glance she received in return.

"That's shit Cordelia, you think she's cute," dark eyes rolled followed by a heavy sigh. Do I? Do I think my new neighbour is cute? She didn't have time for this. Cordelia picked up a stack of papers and rustled the pages to try and make herself look as busy as possible.

"She's just a neighbour Zoe," The woman mumbled, but she just wasn't taking the hint, and remained with her butt glued to her desk.

"She just moved in Cords, buy her some flowers, or some wine, is she old enough to drink?" she nodded again, feeling completely overwhelmed by bossy Zoe.

"Fine! I'll go pick something up after work! Now will you leave me alone... Please?"

Zoe blew her a kiss and Cordelia groaned, knowing that she'd be spending the whole shift wondering what flowers the cute Misty Day would like.