Thank you the two lovely ladies Ldjkitten and malivhale for proof reading this chapter.
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On December third Skye is awaken by a loud noise coming from the corridor. It's her day off, so, what in God's name was bloody happening?

A door bang, something trawling around, oh no, someone had just moved in. Of course Koenig had put whoever bought or rented the apartment in the floor that were less occupied, which of course, it was also her floor.

Skye looks at the clock on her bedside table which shows it's nine o'clock. She sighs knowing fully well that she ain't gonna be able to go back to sleep. She stretches up, throwing the covers aside and gets on her feet. As usual when she doesn't have to work, she rummages around her wardrobe taking off the comfortable purple sweater, her tracksuit pants and socks, not bothering much with her hair as she pulls it up in a messy bun.

Skye was still on her first cup of coffee when she heard the ringing door bell. Checking the clock she raises an eyebrow and slides down from her seat, putting her notebook aside (it was like the damn thing was attached to her), the bell rang loudly again and Skye growls as she says, "I'm coming! Hold your horses!"

She opens the door to find an unamused Koenig. Skye is about to greet him, but he cuts her off with a joking complaint, "As much as I adore you, cutie pie, and I do... I can't just be your super sexy delivery guy whenever you want… I got things to do, you know?"

Skye bites her lips trying hard not to burst into laughter. "Of course you do, Sam."

"Sam?! I thought that guy's name was Eric!" An unknown male voice reaches them.

"Yeah, me too." Another male answers as he keeps walking and chatting closer to them.

"Those, my lovely programmer girl, are your new neighbors. Oh and Eric told me to give you this." He shakes a UPS box from side to side and smiling deviously asks, "So, what is happening? Does someone have an eye on you and too shy to admit it?"

"Stop snooping around like a gossiping old lady!" Skye scolds him, grabbing the UPS box from his hand and pushing him on his way.

"Go visit your brother and stop asking me silly questions!"

"What if next time someone sends you a murder letter, you know, containing anthrax? This is very dangerous Miss Johnson!" Skye rolled her eyes as she propelled him further.

"Aren't you listening? You could endanger the whole building!"

"Yes, because someone who is sending me gifts is actually a terrorist, cut it loose Sam!" Skye said in a mocking tone, "I'm a nobody."

"I have to disagree," said a black man with a bright smile, "You look like somebody I would love to meet."

"Can you believe him? It hasn't been five minutes and he is already charming the first girl he sees." A much taller man, who was from a mixed race or had a really serious suntan fetish questions a smaller dark haired one.

"I'm Trip, this is Hunter and Mack, we're going to be your new buddies, I mean neighbors."

Skye smiles and shakes his hand in appreciation as Sam passes them murmuring, "I'm so done, I was not made for this…"

"Don't mind Sam, he is such a drama queen. I'm Skye by the way."

"Pleased to meet you." They said together and Skye can make out a British accent mingled with the two american ones.

"Hmm guys?" A fourth voice comes up, startling them. "Is it just me or are there more than one person with the same face? Because, I could swear I just spoke with Eric and then I bumped into him in the elevator again, but he acted like he had never seen me before..."

Skye's laughter is musical and the three men followed her, to the despair of the very attractive fourth guy.

"There's more than one. Billy is possibly my favorite after Eric, Sam is a drama queen. Anything, and I mean anything can become a hurricane on his lips." Skye told them playfully.

They watched her for a second and for a moment she recalled how she was dressed (congrats Skye, making a fool out of yourself in front of all these handsome men...) and continued to vomit words, "This was really fun and you are all ridiculously gorgeous, but I should go. A little bit of advice though, make sure you never and I mean never open your door to the girl on 5B, she's a real bitch. In the literal sense of the word." Skye winks at them and walks to her still ajar door, "See ya around boys."

"See ya Daisy." said Hunter in his British note.

Skye turns to look at them as she answers, in a sarcastic tone, "Impressive observation skills, matey. But call me Skye. All of my friends do." She smiles as she closes the door and locks herself behind.

In a quick motion the UPS box is completely torn, inside a book and a post-it note, the curly handwriting smaller than usual.

"Sorry. I'm slightly out of paper.

I hope you enjoy the book, sweetheart.

It's one of my favorites.

SS"

Skye turns the book in her hands so she can see the cover and is surprise that it's also one of her favorite movies. She has been meaning to buy this book again for months, knowing her own copy had been lost in one of her travels. The brunette walks towards the kitchen, the book held close to her body, a contented feeling in her chest. She fills the teapot and puts it on the stove, lighting it up she then grabs a jar of chocolate cookies (to hell with programming) right now she had a meeting with Noah and Allie and their immense love for each other; 'The Notebook' never got old for a romantic such as Skye.