Title - We Are The People
Chapter title - Floor 12, Flat 172
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Sci-Fi
Disclaimer - I do not own Attack The Block in anyway shape or form. I only own my original characters. For this chapter, Rumer and her dad.

Summary - Rumer has never been anywhere long enough to make friends and as a result she's overly shy around new people. With a dad who's far too over protective will she learn to open up and live on the wild side? Luckily there are some new boys around who can help her do just that. That is until the aliens invaded the block. Pest/OC

A/n - I know I already have two other Pest/Oc stories on the go but he's such a good character and ATB is such a god movie I can't resist starting another fic.
Please read and review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

Staring up at the building I felt a wave of dread wash over me. This area wasn't the best and worse still I'd be spending most of my time here alone.
"12th floor, honey."
"Twelfth floor? Jesus Christ." I shrugged my oversize rucksack onto my shoulder, lifted a large box and started for the large tower building that was where I was going to be calling home from now on.

I used the key my dad had given me earlier and let myself into the reception area. I pressed the button for the lift and waited for it to land. When it did, two dark skinned girls walked out, staring at me as they did so. I held the box closer to myself, avoiding their gaze as I got in the lift and hit the twelve button. I placed the box on the floor, hearing something break as I did so. I checked the label and saw it was one of my boxes so at least dad wouldn't have anything to bitch about later.

The lift stopped short on the tenth floor and before I could hit the twelve button again, three boys barged in. One had glasses, one had a small afro and the other was wearing a woolen hat with tassels. I used my foot to slide my box to the back of the lift and squashed myself against the wall, keeping my head down. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a total wimp but...I did have issues when it came to meeting people. My dad travels alot for work and I usually travel with him so I'm never anywhere long enough to make friends. As a result I've become kind of, secluded and shy around other kids my age. We were only moving into this flat because my dad thinks that now I'm seventeen I should get a job and become more capable of standing on my own two feet whilst he travels. I noticed the boy with glasses hit the floor nineteen button and inwardly groaned.

But did I say anything? Of course I didn't, I stayed quiet and didn't make a sound.
"Alright there girly? I ain't seen you around here before... You new?" The one with the afro asked. I nodded meekly. Please don't talk to me.
"What's your name?" The one with glasses asked.
"Hang on, have we skipped your floor?" I nodded again. "Which floor?"
"Twelve." The one with the afro double tapped the 19 and then hit thee 12. "Thanks."
We went back down one floor and I picked up my box and left without looking back. Just before the door closed I heard one of them call "You didn't tell us your name."

Ah crap. The twelth floor had three different doors on it. I checked the key my dad had given me but there was no number on it. I placed the box down again, carefully this time and pulled out my phone. My dad answered on the second ring.
"Which number are we?"
"172."
"Cheers." I hung up, found the right door and pushed the key in.

The flat was small, two bedrooms, one bathroom and quite dingy. No doubt it'd be up to me to clean and re decorate. No problem, it'd give me something to do. I put the box on the floor beside my bag and had a quick look round. One bedroom had a double bed and the other had a princess bed. I moved my bag and box into the room with the princess bed and made my way back out to the car. This was going to be a long evening.

I passed my dad on the way back down to the car and had to hide a giggle because all I could see was his fluffy black hair and electric blue eyes over the top of his boxes. He handed me the car keys and warned me about a group of lads lurking in the garage area. I nodded and continued on. Sure enough when I reached our new lock up the three boys from the lift and two others were five doors down from me. The others that I didn't recognize turned to stare at me. One was tall and dark skinned with a snap back hat on and the other had a strange sort of off centered mo hawk that actually quite suited him.
"Oi, it's the new girl!" One of them shouted.
I hurried to open the locker back up and get inside. Once I did I shut the door behind me and concentrated on getting out the last of my boxes. When I opened the door again, the five boys were lent against the opposite wall staring at me. Shit.
"Why are you so scared of us?" The one with the afro said. "We ain't gonna hurt you or nothing'. We just wanna know your name, is all."
I pushed the box out of the lock up and shut and locked the door behind me. "Rumer."
"Eh?"
"Rumer. Rumer Howard. That's my name." My voice was quiet when I spoke.
"Rumer...That's unusual." The one in the woolen hat commented.
I nodded, lifted my boxes and walked back towards the building.
"You don't talk much, Rumer." I heard behind me. I ignored them and continued on.

My dad was coming out of the lift as I was about to get in. I handed him the car keys.
"Any trouble from those lads?"
"No. These are my last boxes. I'm gonna set up my room OK?"
"Alright love."

I didn't really have much to unpack besides my clothes. Like I said we traveled alot so we usually kept things light. I had a few keepsakes that I'd gathered over the years but not many. My only real possession that I'd be distraught if I lost is a photograph. A photo of me aged about 8 months old in my mothers arms with my dad by her side, his arm draped around her shoulder. It was the only photo I had of my mother and she died not long after it was taken. Her name was Emma and besides that all I know about her is that she was too good for my dad to ever move on after her death. Even know, seventeen years on and he doesn't like talking about her. He says it brings back too many memories, so instead I just keep my photo close and imagine what she would've been like from that.

I cleaned my room first, seeing as thought it had a layer of dirt on everything. Then I unpacked once everything was nice and shiny again. My room was a plain magnolia white so I decided I'd leave it that colour and decorate the walls with photos, posters and doodles. I had a habit of drawing on walls, not like graffiti or anything, out of mindless vandalism just mainly out of mindless boredom. My dad must've come back whilst I was cleaning cause when I finally left my bedroom to get rid of my now empty boxes, he was sat on the dirty brown sofa drinking a cup of tea.

"You don't hang about do you?"He smiled.
"Just wanted to get settled." I checked the time on the television screen and found it was quarter to twelve. "I'm going to bed. I'm gonna finish the cleaning in the morning, OK?"
"Alright. I'll be at work early so I'll see you late tomorrow night."
"Night dad."
"Night, love."

When I awoke in the morning, I found a note stuck on the fridge with my name scrawled across it in my dad's messy handwriting.
'Rumer, stay safe if you head out today. I'll be back late. If you stay in, don't answer the door with out checking who it is first. And stay away from and dodgy looking people. You know the type I mean. See you tonight, love dad. xx'
I shook my head and made myself a cup of tea.

My plan was to stay in and clean the flat and get everything unpacked but I used the last tea bag and I couldn't function without tea. Plus we only had bread and eggs in so I'd have to get some food too. We had a tin in our house that dad put money in for things like food etc. I dressed in the first pair of jeans I found and my favorite black and white jumper. I pulled on my studded skate trainers, left my long auburn hair loose and wavy and pulled on my green jacket. I grabbed a ten pound note from the tin and left the flat, locking the door behind me. I checked the time on my phone and found it was ten to ten in the morning.

Outside the shops there was the two girls I'd seen last night coming out of the lift. The darker skinned girl frowned at me.
"You the new girl Biggz was talkin' about?" She asked I passed her. I shrugged. "You Rumer?" I nodded. "Well don't worry about them boys OK? They might look like your average gang of idiots but they're harmless if you're from the block."
"Thanks."
"I'm Tia by the way. This is Dimples."
"Hi." I smiled and went on with my shopping.

I was about halfway back to the flats when two of the boys caught up with me. They were just getting off the bus as I walked past the shelter. They spotted me and decided to walk me back home.
"Rumer, yeah?" I nodded. "I'm Biggz, that's Pest."
"Hi."
"You don't talk much do you?"
"Not really."
"Why not?" Pest asked. I shrugged as I usually did. "What brings you down this end anyway?"
"My dad works away alot and I used to travel with him. He just thought I should stay in one place and get a job."
"Ah, the familiar job speech eh? Get that from my mum alot." Biggz laughed. I smiled a little.
"You're so shy, man." Pest commented as we walked through the door of the block. "You should come chill with us and the boys some time, we'll teach you how to relax a little. I bet you're an innocent too."
Again, I shrugged. "Depends how you define innocent."
"Oh yeah? You got me intrigued girl." We entered the lift and Biggz hit the 12 button.
"It was the twelfth floor, yeah?" I nodded. "Right. What flat?" When I hesitated to answer Pest laughed.
"We ain't gonna rob you, love."
"I didn't think that, it's just...My dad's a little bit over protective when it come to who I socialize with."
"Ah, daddy don't want his princess hangin' out with hoodlums yeah?"
"Something like that." I exited the lift, making to leave them behind. But something stopped me. The thought of finally having a social life was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I turned just in time to stick out my foot stopping the doors from closing. "172."
"Rebel." Biggz grinned. "Come up to floor nineteen later. The flat at the end of the hall, it's Ron's. Be there about eight-ish, we'll be there. Ron'll answer, tell him we asked you up."
"And if you don't come by half eight...We know where you live." Pest added, widening his eyes with a chuckle.
The lift doors closed and I found myself smiling at the thought of finally having something to do in the evening rather than spending it alone and bored.

A/n - Rumer's outfit for the day if you're interested.
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