So this is the start of the new fanfic with Lorikki, my favourite ship of WR. Enjoy! Review and do post storylines you'd like to see! :)

So we're starting from episode 21 but it won't be the same as the last time


NIKKI'S POV:

"D'ya fancy going for a drink later?" I asked, raising my eyebrow trying not to sound cheesy. Just two mates going for a drink. Mates, that's all we are.

Lorraine turned to look at me, and she opened her mouth looking shocked... and offended. Clearly my intentions were all too obvious I meant more than friends. Crap.

"Never mind, it's just a though" I tried not to sound disappointed, I shouldn't after an eventful day - Jodie Allen got into Uni. I turned to leave through the door, grabbed my navy blue trench coat and made my way to the PRU. It was about 4 in the evening now, and on my travels I saw a couple of students who needed... encouraging, to leave the school premises. Funnily enough, students here respected me, thank God. If they didn't I'd never be able to control the likes of the Barry's. As I quickly entered the PRU, flustered after the embarrassing incident with Lorraine and grabbed my black bag that I swung loosely over my shoulder. It was cold outside, a freezing February that didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon - that's the UK for you. Rain and wind, no warmth. The place where the Sun was only a newspaper. I sighed as I climbed onto the freezing rough, brown leather seats of my dark blue 4x4.

I quickly fumbled my door open to my small flat and dumped the papers to mark on the coffee table to do later and switched the kettle on. I wondered what this meant for me and Lorraine while I sipped my tea while marking papers, are we in the awkward section between friends and lovers? Am I friend-zoned? Or will she just ignore me and drive me mad. Past experiences tell me I'll go mad, but Lorraine's the kind of woman to be straight with you (pun not intended). After the final paper belonging to Rhiannon was marked, I sank back into my black armchair and flipped on the soaps even though I wasn't even paying attention. Could I even talk to Lorraine about this? Dismiss the awkward event and carry on?

LORRAINE'S POV:

My leather seats did nothing to help keep me warm, they were as cold as the air outside of my luxurious car. When I arrived at my large, modern home, I slid out gracefully of my car and glided to my sofa. Does Nikki have feelings for me? Did she mean friendly drinks? I don't know anymore. I know she's gay but, I never thought she went for the likes of me. Well we have work tomorrow, and a meeting with Michael and Tom so I'll have to see her. I'll try to read her but she's always expressionless! I'll have to find my way through the darkness and mysteriousness of Nikki Boston. How do you find way through darkness? Well the answer is simple. Bring in light.