Third Person

She had black hair and dark eyes. They matched the scene of the night perfectly. Walford Square's residents were either settling down for a good nights sleep, or our partying at the R&R or Queen Vic. It was a lovely time, the night. Usually.

The girl strode forwards. On her back: a rucksack. That was it. The girl was ecstatic, despite this, because she'd finally found her destination. Finally, after all the time and money she'd spent searching. She deserved champagne.

"Where do you think you're going, girl?" A rough voice whispered in her ear, as a strong pair of arms grabbed her from behind. She squirmed to see who it was as the man took a hold of one of her breasts firmly. Most people would have tried escaping from potential rape, but instead, the girl became still and calm. He proceeded to turn her around to have a better look and feel of the nineteen year old, but her foot came swiftly up between his legs. He cursed and dropped her, and she whacked her rucksack right across his cheek.

She moved away and walked straight into someone. She looked up. "Watch where the fuck you're going."

"Language. What are you doing out here? It's dangerous." Jay Mitchell asked with a raise of his brow.

"And don't I know it," She replied, turning to look at the man standing up. "Did you see what he just tried to do to me?" She rolled her eyes and began to walk away as the man scampered. Jay followed the girl as she said, "Hey, you don't happen to know a Ronnie Mitchell, do you?"

Jay almost laughed when he told her, "She's in jail. And it's Ronnie Branning now."

"What?" She turned around and faced the boy. She glared. "Please, for the love of God, tell me you're joking." One look at his face told her otherwise. "Fuck!"

"Why do you need her?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"I'm Jay," He replied, "Jay Mitchell."

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of you."

Jay sighed heavily. "You heard of Phil Mitchell?"

"Yeah. Why, he around here?"

"Yeah. I live with him," Jay smirked. "Why. Why do you need the Mitchell's?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "Like I'd tell you, yeah? Look, take me to Phil."

"Maybe."

The girl grabbed Jay's arm and pulled him in close, leaning down slightly to whisper in his ear. "No maybe about it. Take me to Phil Mitchell, and fast, or God Help Me..."

"All right, all right," Jay said quickly, as the girl released her grip. He began walking and she followed, hauling the bag back over her shoulder. "So um, who are you, anyway?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." She replied simply as he led the way. When they got in the house, they found Phil and Shirley in the front room. The black-haired girl smiled her beautiful smile before asking if she could speak to Phil alone. He went into the kitchen and closed the door. Shirley and Jay exchanged harsh pleasantries before they returned, and the girl shook Shirley's hand, introducing herself as Emmerson.

"She's a Mitchell, like us," Phil said to Jay under his breath as Emmerson and Shirley talked idley. "Tomorrow I'd like you to show her around the Square, all right? She's staying here for a while."

"What do I get out of it?"

"A pay rise."

Tyler/OC + Anthony/OC romance to come.

"So, um, who are you, anyway?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out."

"She's a Mitchell, like us."