It took a few extra minutes for them to reach their flat like that. But Oscar was a lot stronger that Rocky had realised. Just as they were about to get into the lift, a small group of girls walked around the corner.

"Hey Oscar!" a blondie chirped.

"Hi Carol" Oscar sighed. "What's up?"

"We're having a party tonight and we want you to come" Carol said. Oscar considered it for a while. He looked like he was about to say no, when he cast a sideways glance at Rocky "I'll come on one condition" he said. "Can my flat mates come too?"

"Sure!" The girls agreed. "We're going to kick it off at about ten in our room." They walked away, chatting happily to each other.

"Do we have to go to that party?" Rocky complained.

"Yes" Oscar replied. "And I'm dreading it as much as you are! You really think I want to go?"

"Why did you say yes?" she asked.

"Because you need something to cheer you up." He told her.

"Oscar!" Rocky smiled. "That's so sweet. You didn't have to do that"

"Yes, I did" he said. "This will be good for you"

"Thanks"

"Don't thank me yet" he warned. "My brother took me to a party on fresher's week once. I barely made it!"

"Whatever!" she grinned. They walked past the last few flats to get to their own. Gunther was standing the doorway with a worried frown.

"Where have you guys been?" He cried when he saw them. "Why's Rocky limping?"

"It's OK, Gunther" Rocky assured him. "We had a little accident. But we're fine now."

They walked into the flat. Oscar explained what had happened while Rocky changed out of her newly ripped and grubby jeans into a pair of long shorts.

Gunther and Ingrid were sitting on the sofa when she walked back into the room. Oscar was standing up front.

"Now Rocky's here, we should go over the rest of the day." He explained. Gunther groaned but Oscar ignored it and continued.

"I think we should go out for a late lunch since there is little else to do. We can get to know each other better and it'll be good to get some fresh air. Then we can go shopping at Prudential Centre Management Office which is only an eight minute car drive from here.

We can get some supplies and then we can go get some clothes for tonight's party. When we get back, it'll be about seven and we have the party to get ready for in about three hours. Any objections?"

"That sounds cool"

"Sweet y'all"

"Sure, whatever"

"Brilliant!" Oscar said. "We'll leave in about thirty minutes." He turned his back to check his phone. Gunther moaned quietly.

"Who put him in charge?" he complained to himself.

"He's a natural leader." Rocky told him. "We should listen to him"

"Tots right dude!" Ingrid agreed.

"Whatever." He muttered. Ingrid threw a look and Rocky and both the girls burst out laughing the moment Gunter left the room.

"What so funny?" Oscar asked. Rocky pointed at Gunther's room and Oscar grinned.

"Typical Gunther, funny in ways he doesn't mean to be" he said. Ingrid smiled and got up off the sofa.

"Ima go get ready dude and dudette" she said.

"Yeah me to" Rocky agreed. "See you guys later!"

The three of them all walked into their own rooms.

Gunther was sitting on his bed, trying to decide whether he should wear a jumper or a jacket. The jumper was deep blue and had the Boston Logo on it. The jacket was black leather and made his look really cool.

"What would the girls like?" He asked himself. He didn't know them all that well, but he knew that Ingrid would prefer the leather jacket for sure. But Rocky. Well, Rocky would probably tell him to go with his heart. In the end he picked the jumper, because it brought out his blonde hair.

Oscar spiked up his hair again. He had decided that it had gone a little floppy. And if he was going into town, he needed spiky hair. It was his best feature after all. But now he was pondering whether to gel a quiff or not.

"What would the girls like?" He asked himself. He didn't know them all that well yet, but he was sure that Ingrid would prefer the quiff. But Rocky. Well, Rocky would probably tell him that he was perfect the way he was already and didn't need anything else. In the end, he decided against it because he was running low on gel anyway.

"Better save it for the party" He smiled.

Ingrid went over to her closet and picked out a dress to wear. In the end, she chose a blue one with orange flowers and a white bow. Underneath, she wore a pair of leggings. But now she way torn as to whether or not she should wear a cap and sunglasses.

"What would the boys like?" She asked herself. Gunther would probably say that she should wear them. But Oscar. Well, Oscar would probably say that she should only wear the cap because the glasses would cover up her 'beautiful' facial features.

Rocky put on a pair of jeans and pulled in a T-shirt. She went to her mirror, and put on some lipstick then sat on her bed and read from her favourite book to pass some time. She had been reading for about ten minutes when Ingrid popped her head around the door.

"What ya up to?" She asked. Rocky put her book down and shrugged.

"Just reading" she told her friend. Ingrid sat down on the bed and picked up the picture of Logan.

"Rocky" She said softly, her slang voice dying away, "Sometimes it's easier to deal with your problems if you talk about it to someone who cares."

"What do you mean?" Rocky asked.

"I'm talking about Logan. You've only explained to someone who has a certain picture imprinted in their head. 'Logan Hunter was an abusive jerk who deserves to go to prison.' I didn't know him, I haven't researched what he did. I want to know your side of the story."

"Ingrid, we don't have time for this" Rocky moaned.

"No, Rocky you need to talk about this. Holding it in will just make everything worse." Ingrid insisted.

"Fine" Rocky snapped. "Let's just get it over with!"