OK so this is kind of a wing it style story, so tell me what you think my loyal followers... thanks:)

"Mrs. Pataki! What the hell do you think your doing?" Mosley, my boss stood behind me, the omnipresent anger in his voice.

I growled and slammed my fists down on the desk. "I'm typing the article Mosley, what do you think I'm doing?" Jesus this guy pissed me off. Do you remember Nick Vermaceli? The slimeball from back in the fourth or fifth grade? Well my boss Mosley was just like him. Like scary similar. He even had the bad attitude and the uncleanliness.

"Well, why the hell are you doing that? I asked you to deliver this an hour ago!" Mosley shoved a cylindrical canister in my face, his own face beet red. Wow, he must have less patience than usual today.

"You told me to finish the article first! You can't expect me to read your mind now can you?"

"Just get off your lazy ass Pataki and do it!"

I growled. "Fine, but Phoebe's coming with me. An no questions Mosley, or your loosing your best journalist." Mosley just shoved the canister at me and stalked off to his office, mumbling under his breath. I made my way through the sardine style desks before I finally made it to the other side where Phoebe's desk was. I propped myself up on the corner of her small desk, making sure to avoid some important looking papers. "So Pheebs. How about we get out of here and get some lunch? I gotta deliver something first though."

Phoebe slid her glasses off her nose and pinched the bridge of it. "That would be wonderful, Helga. I am buried to my eyes in articles to proof read. How about the burger joint down the street?" On that note Pheebs and I made our way outside. When a particular hand fell with a smack on my rear end I kicked his table knocking everything but the computer off his desk.

"What the hell was that for Pataki?" Johnathon, a coworker of ours grumbled under his breath, sounding much like Mosley.

"What your hands Johnathon. It's kinda hard to type with one missing you know."

Johnathon just shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Serves him right, the asshole. "Hey Helga? What is it that you gotta deliver anyways?" Phoebe glanced quickly at the canister resting against my back.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't know. Don't care." I watched as Pheebs pulled her long black hair from the tight bun she had it in. Pheebs had grown into a beautiful woman. She stood at 5'5 with hair that reached mid back. She had even put a long blue streak in it a few years ago, and maintained it when she found out that Gerald ,now her husband, had really liked it. Today she had decided on a navy blue knee length skirt and a black silk blouse. I wasn't much different actually with a black skirt and a pink blouse. Yeah so sue me, pink is still my favorite color. So what?

"Oh, well. OK." Phoebe left it at that and followed me silently for a few minutes, before the neighborhood started to make me worry. "Um Helga, if I may make an inquiry as to what you could possibly be delivering in such a beat down neighborhood. Maybe this isn't something that is very safe..."

I started to sweat. Maybe Phoebe was right. Wait, no. "Sorry, Pheebs. The less we know the better. And I have a feeling that that little phrase will probably save our lives." Phoebe cleared her throat and nodded. After that, we simply rushed our way through the beaten down neighborhood and finally reached the address Mosley had given me. It was a beaten down house, of course, with peeling red paint and what looked like a rotting brown front door. "Uh, you can wait here if you want Pheebs."

"Sorry Helga. I'm not leaving you alone. And I'm hungry, so lets get this over with, shall we?" We approached the front door, nervously and rang the doorbell.

"What do ya want!? I'm busy here!" A male voice shouted through the doorway. Seconds later the door swung open revealing a gruff man, who looked like he was in need of a good shave, and a shopping spree and Ross. His head held graying brown hair and his stained pants struggled to hold up his double beer belly. I grimaced and held up the canister.

"Delivery for Mr. Jones. Mr. Mosley sent me." The man instantly perked up and twisted open the canister. Not a second later a smirk graced his foul mouth. Reaching inside he grabbed something out and handed it to me.

"For the trouble toots." He slammed the door in our faces before it could even register that he had given me a twenty dollar bill.

"Um, Helga. I'd check if that were real. Just to be safe. Maybe?" Phoebe rubbed her forearms nervously, and I cleared my throat.

"Yeah. Lets get out of here first. This place gives me the creeps.

…...

On the way to The Kekoshkas, the burger joint owned by the couple that used to live at the boarding house, Phoebe had called Gerald and asked if he wanted to meet us for lunch. He kissed Phoebe and gave me a quick hug. "How's it, Helga?"

I grinned and ordered a simple burger and fries. I worked out to much to bother worrying too much about what I ate anyways. "Good. Has your team gotten any better yet? Or do they still suck?"

Gerald laughed. He had managed to score a job as a high school basketball coach about a year ago, and if I may boast about Pheebs husband just this once, his team was actually number one and won the playoffs last year.

"Oh we still suck. We haven't lost yet." Phoebe ordered a salad and Gerald ordered the same as me, before we all sat down.

"Oh did Pheebs tell you about the risky business Mosley sent us on?" Gerald frowned, which was to be expected. He wasn't a fan of our boss Mosley. He believed he was into something not so legal. An honestly I was starting to get the feeling that he was right.

"What exactly did he have you do?"

"Well, Mosley, the jackass, told me to get off my lazy ass and deliver this canister for him. So I told him Phoebe was coming with me or I'd quit. And you know he can't lose me, I'm his best journalist. So we take this canister to this address right? It turns out to be some debilitated house in the middle of Shitsville. And you know what the guy pulled out of the canister 'for our troubles'? A freaking twenty dollar bill. Straight out f the thing. How shady can you get?i swear next time that asshole has me do something like that again I'm gonna demand a pay raise. I don't get paid enough for this shit. And Phoebe too!"

Through out my much needed rant Gerald's frown had depend to the point of permanent wrinkles. "Are you sure you should be working for this guy at all? I mean, there's bound to be a better job out there."

I sighed. "we've been over this. I know the guy is pretty sketchy but c'mon. If I looked for a better job, i'd have to deal with lower pay and I can barely afford my apartment as it is. And it's just a studio apartment! He's my only hope until I can save up enough. Sure the guy doesn't have to know but still."

Gerald just shook his head. "Helga, at least half of Hillwood has read your articles. Someone important has bound to have glanced at it. I just don't like the idea of you and Pheebs here workin' for this guy. Seriously, he reeks of emminant jail and fuck buddy material. Just promise me you two will at least look for something that pays just as good. And Phoebe honey, you know that all we saved up from your science phase will support you long enough to find a better job. And I can support you just fine."

Phoebe smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "I know hun, but you know I don't like being lazy and not working. I'll look though. But only if Helga and I get to work together. And besides, we have to get back to work before Mosley is tempted to cut our pay in half."

Gerald sighed. "Ok, see you at home, Ok babe?" Phoebe nodded and threw her trash away. "See you later Helga."

…...

the rest of the day at work was spent thankfully in what could remotely called peace. I mean Johnathon had made a few passes at me, but that's to be expected. The guys a sleaze. Honestly the only reason I stuck around was because of the pay and Phoebe. So with a huge sigh of relief, I slung my purse over my shoulders, clocked out and hopped on the city bus to my studio apartment.

The building I lived in was a simple red brick structure, with four levels. Each level had about five apartments, and mine was located on the second level. I typed a code into the keypad and slowly made my way to my room. My place, although only one big room, was actually quite cute. In the corner a queen sized bed sat with neon pink sheets and various colored pillows. Framed pictures of old friends from the fourth grade on.

I tossed my purse on the old red couch that reminded me of someone in particular, changed into a pair of pink sofie shorts and black tanktop and flipped on the television. Before I could fully relax, my cell phone began ringing. I flipped it open and heaved a tired sigh. "What?"

"Oh, c'mon baby sister. Is that any way to treat your Big sister?"

I smiled. Olga and I had grown close over the years, after she finally realized that perfection doesn't exist. Well, she doesn't stop hoping but then again she has mellowed out quite a lot. "Hey sis. Sorry bout that, it's just been a long day at work. So whats up?"

"Well, I was hoping you could do me a huge favor. Now there's this guy I work with. Well used to work with. He got kind of homesick and wants to comeback home. But he doesn't wanna move back to his old room because of memories it brings up. Soooo I kind of told him he could sleep on your couch until he either gets a place or a job. Don't hate me! He's very responsible and he' a very respectable young man. I wouldn't do this if I didn't trust him one hundred percent."

I groaned,"Olga! Why would you do that! I already deal with guys at work, I don't need to do it at home too!"

"Oh, Helga honey, I know. I don't really know why you put up with Mosley by the way. Any ways, he's not a sleaze, I promise. He is a perfect gentleman. I swear on my life." Oh criminy why did she have to do that!

"Oh fine. He can stay with me. But the second he pulls some kind of crap, it's on you, got it sis?" Olga squealed.

"Oh thank you so much! And one more thing. I gave him your address and he should be there in about an hour, sooo you should cleeaaan upp." I growled and slapped my cell shut. The nerve of that girl. I swear! I loved her to death, but ever since she had that wake up call she has been a lot bossier than she used to be. Guess it's a good thing she doesn't live in the same country.

So in the hopes of getting time to pass by jut a little faster, I turned on Pandora loud (Not too loud, we cant get complaints ) and began washing the dishes. Considering it was just me in this place, there wasn't much to do, besides a couple pots and some silverware and a plate. I also made my bed, three times before moving on to dusting. Yeah sometimes when I'm in music/cleaning mode I get a little caught up in the cleaning. It had become a habit of mine when Miriam turned into a total vegetable. It was bound to happen, I mean Bob had up and left the year before, and the only thing that kept poor Miriam going was her smoothies and the hope that he would come back. Of course I myself knew he wouldn't but she just ignored me and continued making her smoothies. Now a days she lived at home but she had a 'roommate' to help her with the bills and stuff. I don't really ask questions, but I do help out sometimes, checking her bank account o make sure it still has something in it. I sometimes even put a little in my self, but that was only when I would have a really busy week and a good payout.

So yeah you could say my life wasn't too stressfull, and in all honesty it could be a whole lot worse. Miriam could be dead, Bob could still be around to forget my name, and Olga would still believe in perfection. See now that would be a living nightmare, and I have to say that I hd a pretty good life. A paying job, a place to live, nice clothes and food on my plate, so who was I to complain. Other than about Mosley. I reserve rights to complain about him. So maybe having a roommate for a while wouldn't be too bad, right? I mean how bad could it possibly be if Olga could vouch for him? And believe me, Olga, now a days, Is a very good judge of character. Bob forced her to be. Anyways getting way off track here.

Startling me out of my thoughts, a loud buzzer rang out in my apartment. Pressing the intercom button, I said "Yeah, what do ya want?"

"Um, I was sent by Olga Erickson ( Yeah I forgot to mention that she got married too. Decent dude.)"

"Code is 1459. I'm in room two-oh-four, second level." Yeah, Olga had gotten married about six months ago, to a guy names Charlie Erickson. Name doesn't say much but he's a pretty cool guy. She definitely could have done worse. At least the guy wasn't like Bob. I shudder to think of Olga turning out like poor Miriam. Just then a timid knock sounded on the door. Swinging the door open, I placed my hands on my hips. "Alright, listen up bucko, I have a few rules if your gonna live with-" Then it finally registered who was actually standing in front of me, a lopsided grin gracing his face. "Oh, shit."

"Hi Helga. It's good to see you again."

I stood in the doorway mouth hanging, the only thing I could force out of my mouth was "Oh, Criminy." Before blacking out.

…...

"Helga. Helga wake up. Ah."

I shot up and nearly smacked heads with Arnold. "I should have known. Sorry about that, you uh, just startled me is all.

"What ever you say Helga." He just grinned at her "So you were saying about rules?"

"Oh! Uh, well you just being you kind of shot that out of the water. Um the other is pretty much earn your keep and stay clean. But I'm pretty sure, that will be easy for you huh."

"So uh," He blushed lightly, "Is there anywhere I can put my stuff?"I glanced over and finally noticed a few duffle bags.

"Umm.. Oh! There are a few drawers in my armoire you can use. There is also space to hang your clothes too." I was doing my best to avoid his stare, but the only thought that plagued my mind was 'how am I going to live with the love of my life!? Without devouring him? I am in soooo much trouble...

Ok so I dont know where this is gonna go honestly, so if you guys have any ideas at all you can leave a review or even p.m me too. I do prefer review. So anyways peeps, how do you like it so far? I think it needs some crime, and of course it's bound to have romance as well. So what do you think? R&R pretty por favor? thanks! Love you all!