Kay was bored. Why did trains have to take so long! He couldn't wait another minute until the train pulled in at London Waterloo and he could see his friends again with their own individual quirks: Edwin with his flame red streak of hair, Charlie, cheerful and with a penchant for bandanna's, and Rory, sensible to those who didn't know him, and an absolute lunatic to those who do! He hadn't seen them in ages and now they were all going to uni in London together and would finally be flat sharing. He ran a hand nervously through his dark blonde spiky hair. The flat. It was a small basement in central London, he w2as sure he had been given the instructions for it on a piece of paper somewhere... Crap! The address laughed at him from the kitchen table back at his parent's place. Yeah he was meeting the guys at the station, but he was meant to be the organized and prepared one who knew where they were going!

And so it was with a sense of trepidation that he got off the train. His anxious look evaporated when he saw his friends. Rory saw him first and quickly nudging Charlie and Edwin they quickly assumed swaggering positions and frogmarched Rory towards a stunned Kay. When they were about a metre away Rory grinned and, opening his eyes very wide, exclaimed loudly across the whole of London Waterloo "Daaarrlinggg! You're back, how I've missed you my honey bear!" This sort of thing continued for about five minutes until they all dissolved into fits of hyperactive giggles. "Well" chuckled Kay, "That was quite a welcome!"

"Everyone's staring at us now..." whispered Edwin,

Charlie waved manically at the commuters "I wonder why, HELLOOO!"

As they made their way off the platform Kay slowed and said bashfully "Guys... About the address for the flat..."

"Explain to me again why we have to go and meet boring new male flatmates."

Joan sighed. "Because, Sherly, first impressions are always important. And they might get lost on the way." Sherlock rolled her eyes, "You completely neglect to mention your want for a boyfriend and your need to 'Check Them Out'."

"Well," smirked Joan, "I don't want anyone to think we're together, imagine the rumours at university!" Sherlock glared at her "You still haven't explained why I have to come."

"Because its polite Sherly!" The pale skinned an curly haired girl harrumphed, but begrudgingly fetched her coat.