The cab rolled up to a house on the end of the street, jerking Fiorella awake as the cheery taxi man said, "Here we are!"

She looked up to a British Victorian House that was supposed to be hers for the next 28 months. Fiorella has never seen anything like this back in the United States before. Well, she has, but only in magazines and television that made her wish she lived in a place like that. Now being in Barry it seemed like the long sleepless hours on the plane finally paid off.

A bell tolled in the distance as she paid the driver off for giving her the ride. By the look on his face, she probably gave him too much because he hurried to his cab and left without waving goodbye. The sound of distant chatter made her look over to the other side of the road where a couple was walking nonchalantly. So this is what it will be like to live in the United Kingdom for a little over two years.

Fiorella made her way up the stairs and nervously placed the key inside the whole. Her heart pumped loudly as her palms began to sweat and her hands became shaky. When she opened the door she realized that it was opened to a long hall with a dining room at the end of it. She let out a shaky breath and brought everything from the porch into the house.

"Fiorella?" a small voice said from the stairs.

Fiorella gasped softly as she looked up to see a very beautiful person, petite, probably around 4'10" to say the least. The woman had large eyes and long, delicate eyebrows. Her hair was cropped short, spiky, and inky black. From the way that the letter was sent in describing who her housemates were, this one had got to be Mary.

"Nettie, wake up! She's here!" Mary yelled up the stairs excitedly as she bonded down to join Fiorella at the door. "I was just about to make a 'Welcoming Breakfast' for you. You should've called to tell us to pick you up!"

Fiorella shook her head in protest, "Mary, I didn't want to disturb you guys"

Footsteps came down the stairs again, revealing a woman of about 5'6" with billows of gently waving, caramel-colored hair. Her face was heart shaped with dimples, and her figure was slender but rounded. Nettie had almost a natural smile on her face so when their eyes met and she actually did smile, Fiorella was amazed. The American Girl immediately felt like the ugly duckling just by staying inside that house.

"Nice to finally meet you, Fiorella" Nettie embraced the new comer in a tight hug.

Fiorella smiled sheepishly back to her housemates as Nettie helped her put her bags in her room while Mary went about making breakfast. When she heard about the possibility of studying abroad, she always thought that she would be sipping tea and sightseeing everywhere in the most go-to place in the world. Even though she didn't go to her most desired dream, that didn't stop Fiorella from raising money and starting over. With everything being chaos back home, she wanted to spend these next few years not worrying about a damn thing.

The smell wafted up into her room through the vents, making Fiorella's stomach grumble ferociously. The two new housemates walked down the stairs to see Mary had just finished up a feast and was already setting it up in the kitchen. Fiorella noticed that even though there were two sets of tea at the table, there was also a mug of coffee waiting for someone in particular. Fiorella smiled as she sat down in her assumed spot as Mary smiled to her.

"I completely forgot to ask you if you likes tea or not" Mary spoke up.

Fiorella remembered the first time she made contact with her housemates, there was no filter being involved. Mary couldn't help but ask what it was like to live in America and what made it so different from England. Nettie on the other hand, started teaching Fiorella slang and in return wanted to know some American slang herself.

"I'll adapt soon enough" Fiorella responded.

"How was the trip?" Nettie asked.

"It was very long and boring with nothing to watch on TV. Thank you so much for letting me stay here" Fiorella immediately put in.

"Don't even worry about it. We put out the ad for a reason" Nettie responded. "We were willing to take the risk. When we found out that you were American we were thrilled to say the least. Which remind me? We need to show you around the town"

"Let's take her to the pub! It will be so fun!"

"Isn't this great? How long has it been, mate?" Mitchell patted George's back.

"A little bit too long now that I think about it. Living in that new house seems more crowded than the old one" George took a sip from his drink.

Mitchell looked around the pub but then his eyes stuck to three girls that had just walked in. The woman that locked his eyes was easily described in his mind as the most beautiful person in the world. She was about 5'9", tall, and statuesque, with an elegant figure similar to a model's. She had wavy blonde hair that fell down to the middle of her back.

"Oh, Christ" George moaned.

"What?" Mitchell said defensively.

George leaned and pointed to the two mates, "This was supposed to be a Mates Night Out"

Even though George was trying to reason with Mitchell, he knew he lost the battle the minute the woman had walked through the door. Mitchell looked over to George in a very pleading look as George let out another groan. The werewolf waved his hand over to the girl's back as Mitchell felt his day just turning brighter. Mitchell got up and slapped George on his shoulder as he made his way over to the woman.

"Hi! I normally don't do that but I just had to tonight" Mitchell lied as he raised his hand out over to the woman, "I'm Mitchell"

"Fiorella"

Mitchell blinked in surprise at her accent, "You're not from here! What is that, America?"

"I'm from Washington"

"You're a long way from home"

Fiorella blushed a little as she ducked her head and glanced over to her housemates. They weren't stupid and knew exactly how hot this man was. Instead of listening in their conversation, the two housemates were having a conversation on their own. Fiorella smiled and turned back to the waiting man.

"It is. I guess that's why I came here for a new start" Fiorella shrugged.

"How long have you been in Barry?"

"Oh, about 10 hours. Still not really used to everything"

"This is your first day here? Well then let me buy you a drink" Mitchell smiled to her.

"I already have one"

"Then I suggest you drink that one up so that I can buy you another"

"You're not planning on getting me drunk on my first night, are you?" Fiorella raised her eyebrow.

Mitchell laughed, "It could be a starting point of a plan. I have to say that your name is very unique to say the least"

Fiorella took a sip from her drink and rolled her eyes, "It was my grandmother's name, and she died the same day I was born"

"Oh, I am terribly sorry. Were you guys close?" Mitchell joked.

Fiorella let out a laugh as Mitchell joined in with her before looking over to his friend. George looked bored as ever and seemed close to leaving the pub. Mitchell turned back to the woman who was getting comfortable with him. As much as he wanted to stick around, he knew he couldn't abandon George like that.

"Do you have any nicknames?" Mitchell asked.

"Ella, Fee, or Fio"

"Very clever names"

Fiorella nodded, "You learn to improvise when it comes down to that. Mitchell, do you want to sit down with us?"

"I can't really, my mate is getting ready to leave, but I hope to see you around again"

"I'm looking forward to it"

Fiorella- Marnette Patterson