Lauren Michelle Jauregui's eighteenth birthday wish had come true; she was all by herself in the busy and unfamiliar place of New York; thousands of miles away from her beloved hometown of Miami.

Lauren does love her hometown, but she had been smothered with love, care, and security by her deeply religious and loving parents that she wanted to have a time-off of everything she had back home. She had her curfews, had to be with either of her parents when going to any appointments she had scheduled for herself; softball practices, to the dentist, getting her license plate, you name it, they were there. It was only when she spends time at her best friends' Ally and Normani's houses that she gets full authority. Granted, Mike or Clara Jauregui still needs to contact her friends' parents to confirm her whereabouts, but she enjoyed the little slice of freedom that she could have.

That's why it was such a big surprise to her parents when she decided to be out of her own in New York. She had gotten a scholarship in the city because of her outstanding artistic ability that she doesn't want to pass out the opportunity. Her parents know that it was always her dream to become an artist, a cartoonist, or a painter, whatever she feels like doing at the moment. But her parents didn't have to know that it was also her way to get away from them. She loves them dearly, don't get her wrong. Although being deeply Catholic, they were able to accept her when she came out to them when she was fifteen. She was very much shocked but her father had dismissed her worry by saying that she had always known; what with her staring lovingly at any Disney Princess, her ultimate crush being Rapunzel from Tangled. So with a lot of fussing from her mother and repeating reminders from her father, Lauren had found herself whisked away to a land she never had been.

"Are you sure there is no more room wherein I could only be the only tenant? Like, just even a small room where I could squeeze my little self, alone? Can you double check for me, please?" Lauren almost pleaded at the young blonde receptionist she was dealing with for quite some time now. She was hunting for an apartment in New York; at first it seemed easy to think about, but now that she has been doing the hunting, it was surprisingly difficult. She had been doing it for almost half a day but to no luck. Her last resort was a decent apartment building with only one room left. "I already did, sweetie. The only available apartment here is a three-bedroom place, but we have to rent the other two bedrooms to other willing tenants. It's kind of a policy to fill a room before we put it for rent; and even if you want to get it, you may have trouble paying for it. Living in New York is quite expensive, mind you. But it's always good to meet new people. If you get the room, you might find yourself some friends… for life." The blonde woman finishes her little speech; and Lauren wants to kick herself for doing such a rash decision. But she can't go back to Miami now, right? She only has to move forward.

"Okay, I'll take it. But if my roommates proved to be serial killers, I'm out of here and running back to Miami."

Emily Catherine Fields hated to be away from her loved ones. She had spent her first two years of college, studying a pre-med course with her two best friends, Spencer and Hanna in a quite expensive condo in New York. But Spencer had gotten a once-in-a-lifetime internship in Washington and she had grabbed it. Even if she doesn't want to be away from her best friends as well, it was something she had always wanted. Her boyfriend, Tobias was very supportive as well that he decided to go with him. But Spencer wasn't the only one with the loving boyfriend, because when Hanna had decided to go to Paris to study fashion, Caleb was also game with it.

She was the only one without a love life; not one for a very long time now, so to speak. For one, Emily is gay, and second after a very painful first break-up, she doesn't think she wants to be in the dating scene for an indefinite amount of time. Emily knows that in their own ways, her best friends are growing up and maturing and Emily is very happy for them. But she just had a very strong separation anxiety. But with her best friends assuring her that they will Facetime with her every day and that they would still visit her often, she gave in; she hold in the tears and said her farewell to her friends.

And now she is standing at an apartment down Eight Street and Emily thought her luck couldn't get any better. She had been looking for an apartment for days now, but to no avail. Of course, she can't keep their condo, she was a student and she doesn't have a lot of funds to pay for it. It was Spencer's parents who pay for theirs and they had also offered Em that they could pay for it continuously, but she doesn't want to be a burden to them. So she said that she'll look for a new one, and she found one. "Are you sure it's okay for you to be rooming with two other persons?" The young blonde receptionist asked her for what seems like the nth time. "Yes, Ma'am, I'm sure. I had actually been rooming with my best friends before, so I'm use to it." She reaffirmed. The blonde gave her a small smile which reminder her of someone else. Someone who is also blonde but with the most dazzling blue eyes she had ever met. "Here's your key. If you have any problems, just tell me and we'll try to fix it right away." She shook herself from thinking about her and had gotten her key.

"Thank you very much."

"And she went here in America to work at her Uncle's bar for her family and we had been together for so long that I never want to be away from her. So I cracked my piggy bank the moment she rode an airplane and flew here, I wanted to follow her. I just love her so much and she's the person I see myself marrying and having kids with. We already named them you see; one of them is going to be Drover and one's Edam. So, I'm asking you nicely Miss, do you still have a room left from this God send apartment?" Rose Ellen Dix ignored the looks of people around her when she was practically begging the young blonde to give her a room in the apartment. The blonde laughed at her fondly before typing something in her computer. Rose's smile widened. It was true; she couldn't and doesn't want to be far from her Rosie. They have been together freshman year of college, which is more than a decade already. And she does want to marry her beautiful girlfriend, but she knew that the latter had a lot of responsibilities still that she doesn't want to pressure her into something she wasn't ready yet.

Her girlfriend's only been in New York for a week, but the British brunette had missed her girlfriend so much that she made an impulse to fly herself to New York from England. It was a surprise, and she was waiting for the time that she can be settled in that she will make an appearance at her girlfriend's Uncle's bar and surprise her. But it was proving to be difficult now that she was having a hard time finding an apartment. "Oh, we do have a spare room, but the problem is it's a three-bedroom place which already has two occupants. Would it be okay for you to be the third one? I'm sure you might be a little unsure concerning about living with two strangers-" But before the blonde can continue whatever she was saying, Rose had flung herself to her and hugged her, squealing.

"It's okay! It's wonderful. I really don't care if I'm rooming with drug addicts. What's important is I'm closer to my Rosie."

Roseanne Elizabeth Spaughton wiped the sweat of her brows after serving a rather big cup of beer to an avid costumer. "Thanks, sweetheart." With a rather flirty smile, John, the costumer had picked up the beer and had left Rosie a big amount of tip. Rosie got the money and put it in the tip jar. The night was going quite great, her uncle's bar was not that busy but there had been enough costumers that she was occupied. Rosie didn't plan to be in New York, she was doing well with helping her mother in her flower shop in England but her beloved uncle had asked her help to manage his bar; granted Rosie also needs to help in serving costumers but with more money coming her way in accepting the job, she ventured into New York. She had been here, visiting her Uncle Rob and she had loved the place. Ever since her father had abandoned them when she was six, she became somebody her family leaned on. Growing up, she was the bread winner, being the eldest. But she didn't really mind it one bit for she loves them greatly. The only thing holding her back in going to America was her amazing girlfriend for so long.

She likes to think that it was fate that brought them together. She was delivering a bouquet of funeral flowers when Rose had bumped her and caught her off guard, both figuratively and literally. Maybe it was her tear-stained face, or her hazel eyes but she felt butterflies in her stomach, but she was definitely caught off guard by her. Rose profusely apologized to her but she said that it was okay; she later found out it was Rose's grandma who was having the funeral. They talked and let's say, they have been talking ever since.

It was just only a week without her girlfriend's beautiful face annoying the hell out of here, but she misses her terribly. The only time they were separated for a few days was when Rose had chicken pox. She smiled fondly at the memory. But this time it's different. There was no saying how long she can stay sane without seeing her girlfriend. But she tells herself her sacrifice is going to be worth it. She took a big amount of air before facing yet another costumer.

"Good evening, what can I get-"

"Hey, babe."

Karla Camila Cabello never wanted to turn down things that adventurous for her liking. Maybe it was because her father was a triathlete champion in his days or her mother's reputation of being a Queen Bee in high school, but she sure had inherited their thirst for adventure and being noticed by people. She was an outgoing person. She was in New York as a dance instructor, something that she might also inherit from her mother. But she also loves to sing and write, but she does it sometimes. For now, she was more focused on being a well-known dancer and an adventurer.

Camila, as she preferred to be called is currently sitting at Bob's Bar and Resto, tears streaming down her face for a good five minutes. Nobody has yet approached her to console her or whatnots so she sobbed rather loudly again. It was a dare actually; one which her supposed best friend, Alison DiLaurentis made her do. An hour ago, they were quietly drinking at the most secluded part of the bar, when suddenly Ali taught of what she called a brilliant idea; she will let Camila choreographed the entirety of her new dance routine if the Latina would do a dare for her: she is to sit in one of the chairs in the bar, pretend to cry because she was stood up by her date. Whoever is the first person to go near her, to console her, she will give her number to that person. And Camila feels like it was a good dare so she had done it nonetheless. So as she continued her dramatics, she pulled her journal to write something. She was busy writing when a tap on her shoulder startled her at first. She looked up to see a gorgeous girl with the pretties green eyes looking at her worriedly.

"Hey, not to be rude or anything but are you okay?"

She flashed her a tight-lipped smile, not yet the time to divulge why she was really crying but she had already tap herself on the shoulder. It was as if the dare was complete.

Alison Lauren DiLaurentis was dubbed as the youngest and most talented Popstar of the 21st century. After winning in the X Factor US at the young age of 17, she ventured into more concerts, sponsors, magazine, and albums, that she had created a name for herself in the showbiz industry. Of course her parents were nothing but proud of her. Especially her Dad, she has spent all her life having the conscious effort to be as perfect as she can be just for him. Her Mom was somewhat no different, for she taught her how to act, sometimes like that of a princess. She came from a wealthy family, so the wealth that came from her fame was unnecessary but she enjoyed the privilege of buying anything she wants. Right now, she had dozens of designer bags, hundreds of expensive shoes, and quite a few sports cars but what Ali had learned in her 21 years of existing, happiness can't be bought.

She had just experience true happiness when she was with her best friend and then first girlfriend. When she was with her, nothing else seemed to matter. It was as cliché as it could get, but she feels butterflies in her stomach and a thousand of horses thumping at her heart whenever she was with her. They did a lot of things together; watch movies, read, go to classes, shop, everything. She was her first in a lot of things; first kiss, first relationship and her first time. But the downside in their relationship was it was kept a secret. They weren't out to everyone yet, it was something they always fear of doing. But they were contented, they were together, nothing else matters. People just think they were so close because they were best friends.

That is until she mustered the courage to tell her Dad that she had a girl friend and that she was, might be gay. Her father had slapped her right across the cheek when she said that. She then dragged her to New York, got her a therapist and gave her a new life, in a new town with new people. Her father was a homophobic ass, she knew that. But it wasn't the slap that hurt her, it was the distance between her and her girl, if she still could call her that. And the knowledge that she didn't even got the chance to say goodbye.

She was interrupted by her musing when she found a girl approaching her friend, Mila who was sitting on one of the chairs in the bar they were currently in. she smirked and decided that a good stretching would be best for her right now for Camila would beat her ass in the new dance choreography she'll learn. She secured the cap on her head and fixed her sunglasses. With a quick sip of her latte, she headed for the door. But she was still staring at her friend when she felt a body collided with her.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry Miss, I was in a hurry."

The girl rambled, trying desperately to wipe her coffee off of Alison's dress. That voice. She can never mistake that voice. With a quick tug of her sunglasses she faced the oh –so-familiar brown orbs staring back at her.

"Emily?"