A/N: Hello all, I apologise for the delay, I lost internet connection for a long time, but that means I have a back log of chapters ready to post! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think!

Calming a little, soothed slightly by the way the unexpected guest spoke her words, Myka turned to face her completely, "I think I should be the one asking the questions here, you are the one sat in my living room at this time of the night."

The corners of the other woman's lips turned up slightly, amused greatly by the younger woman's commanding words, "If the details I were given are correct, then this is also my living room, darling, therefore I'm sure I have the right to be here at any time I like." A sharp smirk possessed the Brits lips, fully aware that her words just triggered a wave of thought in her new flatmates mind.

Crossing her arms, Myka trailed her eyes across the other woman, attempting to get a read on the rather cocky woman, "If that's the case then I have to ask, why are you sitting alone in the dark?"

Standing from the sofa, the raven haired woman, straightened up and began to walk towards the other girl, "there are many reasons, none of which make me look better than a psychopath so it's probably best that I keep that to myself, at least until I actually learn your name anyway." The darker haired woman's eyes almost sparkled as she spoke, Myka almost swore that she saw the other woman's eyes flash black as she spoke the word 'psychopath' before returning to their normal colour to continue her speech.

"It's Myka," she admitted, a small but shy smile appearing on her lips as the other woman grew closer.

Helena grinned brightly as she spoke the woman's name in her head, "Myka" she copied, testing the name on her own lips, allowing her voice to modify the name slightly as her accent grasped at the word, the sharper way of speaking making Myka wonder if it was even her name that was being spoken, "such a beautiful name, it's a pleasure to meet you, I am Helena."

Frowning slightly as the woman introduced herself far more eloquently than Myka herself could ever do, she uncrossed her arms and relaxed a little, "I wondered if we were going to get a fifth or if the room was just going to be left empty, If I'm honest I was hoping for the latter."

Quirking an eyebrow, Helena stifled a laugh as she processed the other woman's honesty. "I do apologise for ruining that for you," she teased, hoping a good natured jest would force the younger woman out of her shell a little, "I can live in the hallway if it would make you feel more comfortable, though the ground would reek havoc on my spine."

Narrowing her eyes, Myka made sure that her posture showed how unamused she was, "are you always this sarcastic or does it get worse at night?"

Chuckling out loud, the raven haired woman shook her head slowly, "I could ask you the same question my dear, though I must argue, that where I'm from, it is already day time, so I am unsure how sarcastic I become at night."

Rolling her eyes, Myka turned to return to her room, it had been a long and emotional day, she didn't need to spend time she could use for sleeping on talking to some overly awake Brit, "good luck to whoever has to find that out, I, hopefully will be asleep when they do."

Blinking a few times, Helena couldn't help but smile as the obviously tired young woman made a joke, "good night, Myka."

Continuing on her way to her room, the brunette couldn't resist smiling a little as her name passed across the other woman's lips again, "night, try not to scare any of our other flatmates, I'm actually the sane one."

Chuckling one last time, Helena gazed at the retreating form, "I will try my best."

Returning to her bed, Myka curled up and wrapped her duvet around her tightly, her eyes clamping shut as soon as her head hit the pillow, and yet she could not find sleep, the girl who was only a wall away had woken her from her dream filled haze and now all she could think about was the way the other girls accent accentuated her words. Sighing loudly, the young bookworm attempted to distract herself with thoughts of other things, orientation, books, but nothing seemed to be helping sleep return to her. She knew full well that if she didn't get some sleep now, then the next day was going to be hell. Trying to calm her mind, Myka imagined herself as a character in one of her favourite novels, twisting and turning her way through the story until her brain finally calmed enough to fall asleep.

Burying her head into her pillow, Myka allowed a muffled whine to escape her lip as her alarm rang out far louder than she wanted it to, it was 7.30am and she really hasn't had enough sleep thanks to that little stint with her new flatmate. Removing herself from her sheets, she made her way to the small sink in her room and took a quick look in the mirror, her face resembling something similar to death, if death had a face anyway. Sighing in defeat, the young student ran a brush through her recently straightened hair and applied a small amount of make up to her face, it was certainly a necessary accessory at that point. Remaining in her pyjama's, Myka decided it was probably best to eat before she got dressed, just in case she accidentally spilled something, or just in case Pete did. Making her way into the communal kitchen, Myka froze for a moment when she saw the only other person in the room.

"Good morning, darling," the foreign woman smiled, "It seems that you are the first person to get up, apart from me of course, but I never really went down, if I'm honest."

Furrowing her brow, the brunette continued on into the kitchen, "I get the feeling it's going to be a while before the others even consider leaving their beds."

Considering what she was going to have for breakfast, Myka moved to the fridge and pulled out a carton of juice she had put in there the day before, "why exactly are you awake? I assumed you would probably be the last one up?"

Wrapping her fingers around the cup of hot fluid she had just made, Helena took a seat at the table that was placed in the centre of the kitchen, "I may have had next to no sleep last night, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from getting to orientation, I refuse to be late so I've simply remained awake, I will catch up on sleep tonight."

Gesturing to the cup in the Brit's hand, Myka smiled a little, "I presume that's coffee?"

Nodding slowly, the woman took a sip, almost cringing at the bitter taste, "unfortunately, yes, I truly hate it but if it manages to keep me alert, I will learn to appreciate it."

Reaching to the top shelf of her cupboard, even Myka had to push up onto her toes and stretch to retrieve the box of bran she had accidentally pushed to the back the day before.

Recovering from the after taste of the coffee, Helena's eyes almost visibly widened as the large shirt that Myka wore rose when the girl began to stretch, if anything was going to wake the Brit up, that was certainly it. Helena could have sworn that she got a glimpse of the other girls underwear before she dropped back to her regular standing position. Swallowing, almost dramatically, Helena decided to take another sip of her coffee in the hope of hiding what thoughts were going through her mind, she must have been tired, she was usually so good at keeping those types of thoughts hidden.

Unbeknownst to what had just happened in Helena's mind, Myka continued on with the conversation, tugging at the shirt to make sure it was sitting further down her leg than most teenagers would prefer, "I do like coffee, but not all the time." Pulling a bowl and spoon from the cupboard, she poured herself some cereal before replacing the box on a lower shelf. The young woman smiled sweetly at her new flatmate as she sat down across from her at the table, "I might as well get the question we are bound to be asked a hundred times over the next few weeks out of the way, what's your major?"

Chuckling lightly, Helena took another sip of coffee before answering the question, "I'm actually a double major, Engineering and English literature, and you?"

Nodding, rather impressed, Myka spooned a small amount of cereal into her mouth, taking the time to swallow slowly before she responded, "Wow, that's quite a combination. I'm a double major too, English lit and Criminology."

Smirking slightly, Helena leaned back in her chair and responded to Myka's comment, "what can I say? I like both." It finally seemed that the coffee was having it's desired affect, Helena's teasing nature slowly returning to it's normal strength, "I'm surprised, I would have predicted pre-med or something along those lines."

Taking another mouthful, Myka recalled having a conversation somewhat similar to this with her dad, the man did not understand why she had changed her mind so quickly, he had yelled at her, calling her a stupid selfish child, she had cried for almost an hour once he had stormed off. The pain of the memory showed in Myka's eyes for a moment before she could shake it off, "I was initially planning on being pre-med, then it was pre-law, but neither of them really felt right, you know?"

"I understand," Helena nodded, offering Myka a knowing smile, she didn't want to push any boundaries just yet, she had only just met the girl, but she knew that look, it was one she often wore just a few years earlier.

Allowing her eyes to drop to her cereal, the young girl was grateful for the distraction that came in the form of their other flatmates, Steve being the first to come in, followed by Claudia and eventually Pete. Everyone seemed pleased to meet their new friend, Pete even making the effort to flirt with the English woman, who seemed to pretend like she didn't even notice.

The day was rather production for all the inhabitant of Apartment 13, Claudia joined the Technology club, Pete the Football and Wrestling teams, Steve considered the LGBT club but settled for Tennis, while Myka joined the Book club, the Languages society, and the Fencing team. The only one that did not seem to join anything was Helena, she had spoken to a few people at various stalls but she hadn't put her name down for anything. "Aren't you going to join any?" Myka had asked her, she herself had only joined because she knew it would look good on her resume, otherwise she would have much preferred doing her hobbies alone.

Shrugging once, Helena simply carried on walking, "I've never been one for group activities, other people are a liability."

Understanding the other woman completely, Myka didn't bother continuing that particular conversation, she didn't want to have to admit that she was just as cynical as her foreign friend.

Upon their return to their apartment that evening, Myka had suggested that Helena go to bed, but the older girl had other ideas, "It's probably best that I wait a few more hours and go to bed at a more normal time, I don't want to be stuck sleeping on British time for the rest of my time here." Taking a seat on the couch, the Brit gestured for the others to join her, "how about a game?" she asked, resting her head back against a pillow.

Claudia's eyes almost lit up when she heard the word 'game', "truth or dare" she demanded, flopping on the floor opposite Helena.

Settling down on a sofa diagonal to both girls, Myka crossed her legs and began to fiddle with her fingers, "I don't know, aren't we a bit old for that?"

"You're never too old for truth of dare" Pete interjected, taking a seat next to his less than enthusiastic friend, "come on Mykes, you have to play!"

Sighing loudly, the young woman agreed, chuckling lightly as a loud 'yay' escaped Claudia's lips.

"Brilliant," Helena beamed, her eyes focusing in on the least willing of the group, "this should be fun."