Hey, Brianna here! So, as you might have read in the description, I am on hiatus! I am on hiatus because I am currently rewriting everything I have written in all three of my fics. Everything will be nearly the same once I'm done except it will be written a lot better. I am also changing around a lot of stuff in the rewrite. The overall plot will be the same, I'm just changing stuff like names, editing plotholes, and stuff like that. I don't know when I will be finished or when the next chapter will come out. So, um yeah. Enjoy this fic!

this is where the polyvore links usually go (if you don't know what polyvore is it's a site where you can create like outfit sets and stuff it's fun), HOWEVER i recently deleted all of them for this fic bc i'm changing stuff and moving to another account so they won't work and i don't feel like going through all the chapters i have and deleting them bc that takes a lot of work so yeah again polyvore doesn't work anymore

"At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality."

-Che Guevara

Chris

The sky was a gloomy gray, the sun barely peaking through. If I didn't know any better, I'd think the sun wasn't even there. It rarely shows around here. As I took the first step outside of my flat, I could feel the first sprinkle of rain touch my skin, which doesn't satisfy me, since I'm moving to a new flat today.

At a quarter 'til eleven, my friend, PJ, came to help me move.

"Did you really have to pick a rainy day to move?" PJ whined as we took the last of the boxes to his car.

"It's not my fault! How was I supposed to know it was going to rain two weeks ago?"

He didn't respond, he just began to drive until we finally arrived at the new flat. Since it's in the city, we had trouble finding a place to park, being that the small parking lot was nearly full.

Eventually, we found a spot, which is the farthest away from the building, and then began unloading the car, and then, after what seemed like hours, everything was out of my old flat, and in the new one. I told PJ he could go home, and then I began unpacking. I was just about to move my bed when there was a knock on the door.

Assuming it was Dan or Phil, I yelled for them to come in, but then remembered there was a stack of boxes in front of the door. Luckily, I was quick enough to move them before they toppled over.

An unfamiliar girl stood in the doorway. She was short and petite, with long, curly red hair, and a package of crab sticks in her hands. Her ears were pierced multiple times, but not every hole had a ring in it.

"Hi, I'm Catlyn, but you can call me Cat," she said with an American accent. "I live across the hall. I'm just dropping by to be neighbourly and see if you'd like any help. Sorry about knocking your box over."

Catlyn

I think the sky's depressed. All it ever does is rain anymore.

Maybe it needs Cymbalta, I thought, laughing at my own joke as bystanders gave me weird looks.

The rain quickly soaked through all of my layers, and I began to shiver. With every step I take, I can feel the water in my shoes go between my toes.

Finally, I made it to my building, and I quickly changed into something comfortable and dry, and then dried my hair.

"I miss you," I said into the phone, as I scratched my cat while he looked out of the window.

"Cat, you can't keep calling me up every time you get lonely," my twin, Frankie, said.

"I don't have anyone else to call or anything."

"What about that Vanessa girl?"

"Contessa?"

"Yeah! Do you guys still talk?"

"Rarely. She says I'm too anti-social."

"So stop being so shy all the time!"

Copernicus, my cat, began frantically scratching at the window. I assumed it was a bird or something dumb, but I look out the window and saw two strange boys unloading a car, and then I could hear someone opening the vacant apartment across the hall.

"I think someone's moving in across the hall."

"Go introduce yourself!"

"Why should I?"

"Because, for one, it's polite, and two, you could hit it off with them, and maybe gain a friend."

"I have to go, bye," I said quickly, hanging up the phone.

Why can't she just let me be anti-social instead of always telling me to go talk to people?

Deep down, I know she's right, and something good will come from this, so I began working up the courage to actually go over there.

My stomach began to feel like a tightening knot, but then I realized that I was just hungry, so I went to the convenience store across the street.

"Hi, I'm Catlyn, but you can call me Cat," I said on my way back into the building, deciding that I'm already out here, why not get it over it with now? "I live across the hall, I'm just dropping by to be neighborly and see if you'd like any help. Sorry about knocking your box over."

"It's okay, I got it before it fell. I'm Chris, by the way," he said, extending a slender hand to me as I shook it. "Are those crab sticks?"

"Yeah, they're my favorite snack. You want some?" I asked, really hoping he'd say no, because I don't want to share. I sure am a greedy bastard.

"Sure, I love them too," he said, opening door more and inviting me in.

"Where are you from?" I asked as I attempted to open the package. My fingers kept slipping off of the wet plastic.

"I lived in London before this place, but I'm originally from North Yorkshire," he said, taking the package out of my hands and easily tearing it open. "You?"

"I'm from Cleveland, the City of Rock 'n' Roll," I said, taking a bite of the rubbery food, my taste buds in complete euphoria. "Whenever bands do an American tour, they always come to Cleveland."

"You must've been to a lot of concerts then, huh?"

"Oh yeah! I would go to concerts even if I didn't know the band, just to go a concert."

"Well, what brings you to London, then?"

"I got a scholarship to UCL."

"University College London?" he said in disbelief, "that's one of the best colleges in the world!"

"I know! I was really excited when they offered me a full ride."

"What are you going for?"

"I'm majoring in analytical psychology, or, as some call, Jungian psychology, but minoring in some astrophysics and violin classes. Are you studying anything?"

"Nah, I graduated already."

"Oh, what's your degree?"

"Theater."

"I was considering going into theater, but I got scared at the last minute when applying and went with my third best plan of studying analytical psychology. "

"Third best?"

"I've always wanted to be a politician, the good kind, not the political, lying, unholy, cowardly killers, but a politician that will actually bring reform."

"Why didn't go you go into that?"

"No one would take a woman of color seriously."

"Why'd you change from theater to analytical psychology?"

"I didn't think it'd be practical for me, and then I began to think about the probability of failing, and then everyone would be so disappointed in me, so I decided to go into something where I only use my left brain."

"Are you at least happy with your decision?"

"Of course! Theater was just a hobby of mine."

"Well, obviously you like music, since you play the violin."

"I've been playing since I was young, so I had to get some sort of academic training in it."

"Well that makes sense," he said as he took the last crab stick.

"So, do you need any help finishing up?" I asked as he stood up, extending his arm to me, and then helping me up.

"Nah, I think I got it all," he said, leading me back to the front door.

"Well, if you need anything, even if you just wanna steal my internet, I'm right across the hall."

"Okay, I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Bye, Cat."

"Bye, Chris," I said before he closed the door, and then I took two steps across the hall and opened my door.

Copernicus was sitting on the end table by the door, like he always does when I leave, his curly, long, black fur matted and tangled.

"What's wrong with yeh?" I asked him, getting out a brush made specifically for long haired cats. "I brush you nearly everyday. There's no need to get your fur this tangled!"

I laid down on the couch, after changing into pajamas, and tried to make my body straight as a board. Copernicus hopped up onto the cushion my legs weren't on, and then began to do that thing cats do before they walk on something. You know that thing. They tap their paw on the stop a few times to make sure it's not a trap. He eventually realized that I wasn't a trap, and then laid down on my chest. He began kneading my collarbones as I ran the brush through his fur. He slowly closed his eyes, and his kneading got more and more painful, but I worked through it. His unkempt fur was once again shiny and smooth. Eventually, we both drifted into a deep sleep.

I woke up from one of my nightly nightmares. It's one of those reoccurring dreams. This time, I'm being chased around the apartment my grandparent's lived in when I was a kid. I don't even understand it, but I always wake up terrified. Copernicus wasn't on my chest anymore, he was at his food bowl eating like the adorable fatty he is.

I got up and walked out the door, going to the fire escape in it's separate wing off of the hallway. It probably isn't safe to sit here, because what if there is a fire? Then, I'd be in the way to get to safety.

The cold mist wrapped around my tanned legs. I'm probably going to get frost bite or a cold since I'm in shorts and a t-shirts. But I don't mind, I've always liked the cold and the rain, but not in a constant pattern, like it is here. In Cleveland, it'd get pretty cold, since we're right by Lake Erie. It'd snow pretty badly in the winter, but the summer weather would be perfect.

I sat on that fire escape for a good twenty minutes before the door slowly opened.

"Hey," Chris said when he saw me. "What are you doing out here?"

"The cold air and rain helps clear my mind," I said, moving over so he could take a seat next to me. "What are you doing out here?"

"I can't sleep. New house and stuff, ya know," he said looking out at the skyline of the city.

We began talking in sleep-deprived minds, so it was really loopy and didn't make much sense.

"Have you ever heard of Carl Jung?" I said.

"No."

"He's the one that founded the things that I study. It deals with the unconscious. His theory is that there's this 'shadow' inside of us all. The shadow is everything in us that is unconscious, undeveloped, and withheld. This is dark aspect of our being. But, there is evidently good in our shadow. Since it's our unconscious, we don't know what that good is. Stepping through our shadow means we long for a deeper understanding of our unconscious. Who we are."

"That's actually really cool," he said.

"Ever heard of muscle memory?"

"Nope."

"It refers to listening to what is natural in our past, and digging deeper into why we did things or why things happened. Kind of like scabs."

"It's estimated and presumed that the next step in evolution, humans will have two extra chromosomes," I said.

"How many does that give us, then?"

"Forty six and two."