AN: OMG, sorry you guys again xD i feel like I say sorry alot in these chapter :P anywho, enough with the apologies, lets go on with the story(;

Chapter 4:

"Thanks for helping me bring my stuff to the apartment." Nellie thanked Michael.

"No problem." Michael grinned, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "Well, I better get going before my mother fusses at me about where I've been." His feet made a few steps forward, but his words made a couple steps back. "Hope to see you again Nellie!"

Nellie allowed her eyes to remain watching him leave down the hall. "Me too Michael, me too."

Appearing a few inches on the opposite side she was facing, Blake stood leaning against the wall. "Me too Michael, me too." he mimicked, the voice as high and girly sounding as Nellie's was. Nellie turned her head sharply, glaring up at him.

In return, he chuckled down at her. She was no mere threat to him, and she knew it too. "Come on, let's just open up your apartment. Shall we?"

Nellie didn't reply, but took out the keys and placed the key into its lock. With a swift motion, the door knob clicked. Nellie's hand pushed the door forward, her mind wondering what her new apartment would be like. When she got a good look into it, it was nothing like she expected. There was square footage of nothing of a room. Not even a chair, fridge, or table.

"What the heck is this?" Nellie exclaimed, facing Blake in the face. "I thought you said you were getting me an apartment."

"What do you think you are in now?" Blake chuckled. "Look, you didn't think you were going to get everything for free, did you?"

"But.. but.. how'd you get the apartment keys?"

With a hint of sly deep into his gorgeous eyes, Blake leaned forward to the side of her ear. In a smooth tone, he simply said "I guess its what you humans called a five finger discount."

Stepping away with a gasp, Nellie said "You stole it?"

"Techinally, the counsel is 'borrowing' it and they were the ones who give me these keys." Blake stated as a mind of fact. "Just be grateful you at least have a roof over your head."

"How in the world am I going to get money? I thought you were going to supply it for me."

Blake grinned down at this native little soul. From his far right corner, there was a window. Moving around Nellie, he gracefully made his way over there. There he stood, looking through the glass of the square perimeter; his back was faced away from Nellie, so she couldn't see his face. As he stood, Nellie couldn't help but look over how amazing his body structure was. From his shirt, she could tell that his shoulders were broad. His hands were stuffed into front pants pockets, so his arms bent in an angle. In Nellie's mind, she could virtually see strong, muscle-made arms beneath the sleeves of his shirt. From the way the light shined through the window, she couldn't possibly tell he was an angel of death; more like a guardian angel.

Realizing what she doing, she snapped out of it and try to stop thinking about him. "Blake?"

Though Blake's face turned slightly towards her, he made no effort in actually looking at her. "You have a mind now, use it."

Silently cursing Blake, Nellie walked the town streets. She measured her pace to be slow, so she could think and see at once. Constantly when she would see objects on the ground, she was kick them out of the way. Nellie didn't know what Blake was meaning when he said that she was to find her own way to think of her new life ways. Wasn't Blake suppose to help her with her new life? So why couldn't he at least give her more of a hint that then that statement back in the apartment.

With one last sigh, Nellie gave a final kick to a can that had been laying on the ground. She didn't realize how hard she kicked it, and watched it fly in the air. It finally stopped when it a window of the coffee shop she had stopped by the other day. Upon that window, there was a sign. Now hiring.

Suddenly, Nellie realized what Blake was trying to tell her. In order to get money, you must work for it. Wow, it really has been awhile seen she last used her brain.

Before she decided to walk into the shop, she took a deep breath. Cause if she were going to get this work, it would be the beginning of the steps into living life. As she opened the door, the warm scent of coffee full her nose. Spying a cashier in the front, she walked briskly towards her.

When the cashier saw her, she put on a smile and greeted her. "Hello, welcome to Coffee Press. What can I do for you today?"

"I'm actually here to see about working here. May I speak someone who can help me with this?"

"Of course, let me go get my manager." At that, the cashier sprinted off and then came back with a rather slim man. The man seemed to be in his fourties, his hair a hazelnut brown color.

"Hello young lady, my name is Mr. Andrews. My employee, Dani, tells me you would like a job here."

Nellie eagerly nodded her head, "Yes sir, very much so."

From behind his back, he pulled his arm around to reveal some paperwork he had been holding. "Here, if you fill this forms out and bring them back to me within this week, we will have ourselves an interview."

Nellie smiled, nodding happily. "Thank you sir, I will surely do this!"

AN: hehe, hope you guys hopefully liked this chapter :3 soooo, now if I get between 5-6 or more reviews on this chapter, I will write the next chapter as soon as I can! I'm doing this because I know alot of you guys what me to update but I don't know if alot of people read it. For the people who do still read it, pleaseeeeeeee review :)

-Peaceness :3