A/N: Yes, I know this doesn't have anything to do with Dark Angel…so far. Trust me. I'm getting there…

"Whoa!"

Kim couldn't have said it any better herself. It was just as she had remembered it when she went to see it only last week. A bathroom, two bedrooms, a kitchen with all the trimmings and a living room. Wood paneled walls, beautiful hardwood floors and big windows everywhere. She went crazy over how her shoes clicked against the floor. It made her feel elegant for some reason. The windows let the sunlight pour in. Kim couldn't wait to hang wind chimes and sun-catchers everywhere.

"Oooh!" she squealed and did a few jumps up and down. "Bring the boxes in, Cal. Let's get to work."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm the one whose been doing all the work," Cal joked as he pushed all the boxes into the middle of the living room. "At least the wood floor makes it easy to slide these suckers."

"I wonder what my neighbors are like?" Kim wondered aloud as she removed her penknife from her pocket and sliced open a couple of the boxes once Cal un-stacked them.

"You already know what I think," Cal replied.

"I know more than I want to know," Kim sauntered to the window and realized she had left the U-Haul open. "Shit!" she swore and flew out of the room.

She fidgeted as the elevator made its way up and fidgeted as she stepped into it when it arrived and made her way down. She hoped and prayed no one had stolen anything. When it arrived, she nearly broker her finger jamming it into the button marked GF, for Ground Floor.

With the speed and efficiency, Kim closed and locked the U-Haul, making sure that everything was where it was. She still had her furniture to move in and she was already planning on buying a new desk, a computer and several other odds and ends, including two more couches and a nice-sized TV. Though with her salary, Kim knew it would be a great while before she acquired most of those items. She had already taken her bed and headboard from her bedroom in Idaho, her favorite armchair that was always kept in her room, and a second-hand couch that she had picked up at a flea market for fifty dollars. Kim had tried to clean it but eventually gave up when the stains still remained and instead bought a slipcover.

When Kim returned to the elevator, she noticed a blonde girl standing there, waiting for the elevator as well. She was short and delicate, much like Kim herself. Her hair, a soft gold, was also short and Kim thought the style in which she had cut it looked a bit like Rachael Leigh Cook in another old movie, Josie and the Pussycats—chin length and spiked out a bit.

"Hi!" Kim said perkily to the blonde, eager to make friends. "You live here?"

"No."

The blonde's answer was sharp and cutting. Kim actually winced.

"I'm Kim Addams," Kim stuck out her hand but the blonde stared at her as if Kim had showed her a dead rat.

"Asha." She continued to just stare ahead and not pay any attention to this girl.

"Oh. That's a cool name."

Asha shrugged.

"So if you don't live here who are you visiting?"

"Why?" Asha, still in a cold voice, raised a skeptical eyebrow.

Kim inched back. "I, um, just moved here…I'm, er-uh, curious. Curious, is all."

"Logan Cale," Asha replied with an almost blissful sigh. "He's my b—he's a friend of mine."

"Oh, that's pretty cool."

The elevator finally arrived and Kim and Asha scrambled in. Kim sized up this girl. She wore sleek leather pants, a tight dark red v-neck shirt that showed off all the right curves and a denim jacket. On her feet were snazzy-looking boots. Kim was only in jeans and old T-shirt she'd stolen from her mom with a scene from an old movie called the Wizard of Oz on it with "Surrender Dorothy" written on top. A brown leather jacket with fringe on the sleeves, reminiscent of the 1970's, completed her laid-back look.

"So where does your friend live?" Kim asked innocently.

"Foggle Towers, obviously."

"Oops, my bad," Kim said. "I meant, what apartment?"

"H2-104." Asha stabbed the H2 button.

"Oh pretty cool…that would make us neighbors then. I'm in G2-69." To emphasize her point, Kim pressed the G2 button.

"Great."

Kim detected a note of sarcasm in Asha's voice. This little pixie blonde definitely had an attitude.

They rode almost the rest of the way up in silence. It was beginning to get uncomfortable for Kim so, against Asha's obvious yet non-vocal request to shut up, Kim continued to ask questions.

"Are you from Seattle?"

"How do you know Logan? How long have you known him?"

"Is he cute?"

"Is he single?"

"What's there to do for fun around here? Any floor parties?"

"Where can I get my drink on?"

Asha continued to either ignore Kim's questions (especially those about Logan) or give bland answers. It wasn't five minutes before Kim, who was voted most congenial in her eighth grade superlatives, began to take a hint. She sighed, defeated. When it reached floor G2, Kim stepped off the elevator. Before leaving, she turned to Asha and said,

"Listen, I'm sorry if I annoyed you. I'm just that kind of person, one who doesn't really know how to shut up, even when people don't want to hear my voice anymore. I don't know why. I'm kind of like Tara Reid in that one movie—"

Before Kim could finish her sentence, Asha pressed a button and the door closed, rudely cutting Kim off.

"Great," Kim said to herself as her first chance at a friend slipped from her fingers. "That's just great. Pixie's probably gonna badmouth my name all over the g.d. place now."

She stomped back to G2-69 in a huff, where she discovered Cal already unpacking some things in the kitchen and, at the same time, testing out the equipment.

"Made you a hotdog," Cal said with his mouth full. "I found em in a cooler in one of those monstrosities made out of cardboard."

"Thanks," Kim said, more gruff than she intended. She took out her anger on the rest of the boxes Cal hadn't unpacked, tearing into them with her pocket knife she always kept close at hand.

"Ouch," Cal commented as he watched his little sister go nuts slicing up boxes. "What's up with you? Someone steal your couch?"

"I just made a jackass out of myself on the elevator, that's what's up," Kim fiercely kicked the box and was ready to drive her pocket knife into the wood floor.

"Yeah? What happened?"

"Ugh," Kim spat. "It was…stupid." She kicked the box again.

"You get so pissy over the little things."

"It's this chick that I met on the elevator," Kim sat on the wooden floor, Indian-style, and propped her head up in her hands. "She just totally blew me off, just…ugh, she was just so rude."

"What'd I tell ya? Rude, snobby people in this joint."

"She doesn't live here. She's visiting her rude, snobby boyfriend who lives over me. Logan Cale," she said his name with a mock English accent. "It sounds like a cross between a trillion dollar car and a racehorse."

Cal stifled a laugh. His baby sister could be quite a laugh riot when she wanted to be. "Well, car, racehorse or not, he's your neighbor," Cal pointed out. "So be aware of the fact he may come buy and borrow a cup of sugar or two eggs."

"Nah. He'd probably send his butler to do it."

Cal let out a belly laugh that made Kim want to laugh too. He gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "You're the best, Kimmy. I think you're gonna do fine here."