A/N: This has to be one of my few Skimmons stories that isn't prompted so I hope you guys like it. It was just something that popped into my brain last night and thought I should try writing a multichapter fanfic that I can actually finish. I don't know how long it'll be but it'll definitely progress with their acquaintanceship-friendship-relationship. Make sure you drop me a message and let me know what you think! I also have this on tumblr: [nocteverbascio] - yes I am the same writing of a bunch of smut so stop by!

Enjoy!

Jemma put down the last of her boxes in the the appropriate spot of her room and looked around. She was satisfied. As soon as she could, everything will be in it's rightful place in the room. The only thing that she could do was sigh for a moment.

Her dorm was just a...box. A simple box. A studio that fit two students in with no doors or doorways that led to the kitchen area, no living space because it was shared with the desk space. Luckily, Jemma had to admit, there was a door for the bathroom.

Her roommate had been another girl that went by the name of Maria Hill. She was friendly enough. They had shaken hands before deciding that unpacking would be their main focus for the rest of the day.

By the time that Jemma had finished unpacking, it was almost dinner time. She looked at the broken down boxes stacked at the foot of her bed. Afraid to bother Maria for help, she picked up the large pieces of cardboard, barely able to grip around them.

She threw open her door simultaneously to the room across from hers and out comes a a blonde clearly acting coy as she waited for her companion to come out.

Really? Already? Jemma held back a scoff has she propped one foot to keep the door open and leaned half of her body back in to grab the stack of boxes.

Once she had successfully had a handle on the box, another person appeared at the door. Trying to balance herself, Jemma couldn't help but notice that it was another girl at the doorway.

Dark brown waves cascaded down her shoulders beautifully. Jemma almost dropped her boxes, catching the girl's attention. Yet the blonde that had exited previously had slipped something into her hand and leaned up to kiss the girl on the cheek.

Blushing with all of her English reserve, Jemma tried hard not to drop the boxes as she averted her eyes. Where is this trash room? she thought for a moment.

"Do you need some help with that?" the brown haired girl asked as she reached out her hands to help steady Jemma.

It was hardly easy to protest when the girl had already grabbed the other half of boxes.

"Oh! Thank you," she sounded lame.

"Trash room is this way, in case you were wondering," the girl offered as she began moving them towards said direction.

Jemma tried so hard not to stare at the other girl but the minute she looked up, she felt her heart pound and heat rise to her cheeks. Bloody-she's beautiful. Jemma mentally kicked herself but not before taking in the girl's appearance. Something about her ambiguous features was a mixture of intrigue and perfection. Not to mention, the sly smirk the girl had when she caught Jemma staring.

Jemma stared passed the girl to make sure they were going the right way. Luckily it was only a few doors down. Once they deposited the boxes, Jemma tried to quickly move back to her room when she collided with the girl.

"Sorry about that!" she found herself practically exclaiming.

"Down girl." Jemma's neighbor placed her hands on Jemma's upper arms to steady her. Jemma became hyper aware of how close they were and instantly pulled away like she was on fire.

Stop being such a spaz! Just exchange pleasantries and be on your way.

"I'm Jemma," she finally said as she jerked her hand forward awkwardly.

This didn't seem to bother the other girl as she took it gently. "I'm Skye." She brought Jemma's hands to her lips briefly.

This girl was going to be insufferable wasn't she?