A/N: Eesh, so. I know I always start stories and then never finish them but Boondock Saints man…I need to get this shit story out before I explode. I have no real idea of what is going to happen here so here is some OC nonsense with lots of hot Irish drunk men and angry females. Enjoy. Oh and I'd like reviews cause if this totally sucks I won't continue, Just upload what I have.

We Get On

I rolled my large suitcase down the cement sidewalk. The streets here were similar to New York so I didn't really feel too out of place. I looked at the small crumpled piece of paper in my hand with an address written on it. As I stopped in front of a large apartment building I looked at the numbers on it to make sure I was at the right place. I lived in New York my whole life but when the opportunity comes up to write for your favorite magazine whose main office is located in Boston, you don't say no. It was going to be hard to be out on my own but I knew I could do it. My mom insisted I stay and try to look for a job closer to home but something about this opportunity was telling me to grab it. I had no money saved so I looked for a shared apartment on the internet. This obviously wasn't the best neighborhood but I knew once I could save more money I'd be able to get a better place. I had only spoken to the girl I'd be rooming with on the phone. Her name was Jessica Brennan and she seemed normal enough. I made my way into the apartment lugging my heavy suitcase up a few flights of stairs finally reaching the third floor. I knocked lightly on the door and the girl came to the door.

"Heyyyy, There's the girl I was waiting for." She said walking back into the apartment. She spoke to me like we were old friends which didn't really bother me and I walked into the apartment.

"I've decided your name is too hard to pronounce so I'm going to call you Annie." Jessica said taking the suitcase from me and tossing it off to the side.

"What's so hard about Antoinette?" I thought a little offended but didn't say anything.

Obviously the girl saw the hurt expression on my face. "I think it helps you blend in a little better too."

"Blend in?" I asked following the girls lead and taking a seat next to her on the couch.

"Yeah, almost everyone around this neighborhood is Irish." She said.

"But, I don't want to blend." I protested. I was always proud of being Italian.

"Suit yourself but, I'm still calling you Annie." She laughed.

I shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat." I said.

We spent the night sharing a few things about ourselves and she helped me unpack my bags. I hadn't realized how much stuff I had. It was nearly two in the morning when I headed into the kitchen.

"You don't have any coffee?" I groaned. I had an article due the next morning and with it already being two o'clock I needed to keep myself awake.

"Nah, I don't drink that stuff." Jess said plopping herself on the couch. She had told me she usually fell asleep on the couch and now I could see why.

"Guess I'll have to go get some."

"In the morning." She yawned.

"No, now." I said looking at her like she was crazy.

"Not the best time to be out alone." She said.

"I'll be quick, there's gotta be a store close by."

Jessica looked at me before realizing I obviously wasn't going to take her advice and laying back onto the couch.

I found that I had to walk quite further than I thought I would to find an open store. Jessica was right, I shouldn't have come out alone this late. Either way I finally found a store that was open with coffee and I sprinted inside quickly, paid for the coffee, and stepped back outside into the cold February air. Out of nowhere it seemed I started to hear footsteps coming from behind me. My heart jumped into my throat but I kept walking, looking straight ahead.

"Hey there sweet cheeks." I heard from a grungy voice behind me. Shit I thought. If I could just ignore him and get home, just a few more blocks.

"Hey, it ain't nice to ignore people when they give ya' a compliment." He slurred. A cold hand grabbed me by the wrist hard.

"Let go." I pleaded trying to pull my arm away.

"It'll be easier if you don't fight." He said. I couldn't believe that this was happening. My first day here and I was going to die over a stupid can of coffee. I could feel my eyes already starting to well up with tears. I was never one for dealing with situations well. For whatever reason the guy quickly released my wrist from his hand. I had to wipe the tears from my eyes to see what had happened. The man was on the ground and there was another man standing above him. I wondered where the heck he had come from but I didn't really care, I was glad he did.

"Did you just fuckin' punch me." The guy on the ground said.

"Aye, You'd be smart ta get the fuck outta here." The second man said with a very prominent Irish accent. I looked at him for a minute wondering if this was all really happening.

"Like hell I will." The man on the ground said as he stood up. He swung his fist at the man who saved me but he ducked and ended up punching the brick wall behind him.

"You got lucky tonight, bitch." The man yelled nursing his injured hand and trudging off angrily.

I couldn't seem to get any words out of my mouth. I just stood there and watched the man walk away.

"Ya' alright, lass?" the Irishman asked.

"F-Fine." I managed to sputter out. "T-Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He said. "Ya live far from 'ere?"

"A few blocks." I answered without hesitation though I wasn't sure why. Maybe I was still shaken up from the endeavor.

"Let me walk ya' there." He said. "I'd hate ta see that ass hole come back 'ere."

"Alright." I said gladly accepting the offer. He obviously wasn't going to hurt me, he had just saved me from whatever that man was going to do to me. We started off in the direction of my new place.

"Just what are ya doing out here so late anyway, girl?" he asked lighting up a cigarette.

"I just moved here…ran out of coffee. Got an article I n- I don't even know you." I said stopping in the middle of my sentence realizing that I was spilling out the last few days of my life to this stranger.

"Name's Connor." He said stopping to put out his hand to me.

"Antoinette." I said.

His face turned into a mix of confusion and amusment. "Fancy." He said in a sarcastic tone continuing to walk.

"Annie is fine." I said. Maybe Jessica was right.

As they approached her door I thanked Connor again. He nodded simply and began to walk off. "Wait." I said biting my lip. I'm not sure what made me ask my next question. Maybe it was the fact that I felt like I owed Connor something. Whatever it was once the words left my lips I wished I could grab them and shove them back in. "Do you want to come in…have some coffee? It's the least I can do."

Connor hesitated for a minute and looked at his watch quickly. "Sure why not?" he said.

I had no idea that sharing a simple cup of coffee would change my life.