AN: I know, I know, I really should finish some other stories before starting another but I couldn't resist.


Lyla placed the last of the boxes on the pile and took a look around her new apartment. She was fresh out of college and had desperately wanted to live on her own, instead of moving back home. She had spent weeks looking through ads to find the perfect, cheap place. Just as she was about to quit and move home she heard some older women talking in a laundry mat. The one woman had claimed that one of the tenants in her building was looking for a roommate. She had immediately called the tenant from her brothers house and, after playing phone tag for a few days, she finally had managed a trip to the apartment. The guy she was supposed to room with had been at work during that visit, but one of his neighbors showed her around. Instantly she had fallen in love with the cozy, yet very male, apartment. She had called the man the same day to tell him she was moving in. So, a week later here she was. The man, was at work, but he had left the key under the flowerpot at the end of the hall.

"Do you need anything else?" Bo stood in the doorway behind her. Her older brother had always had that over-protectiveness about him that was usually cute, but lately it was getting old. "I mean, you don't even know this guy. He could be some pervert who is a murderer on the side."

"I'll be fine, really."

"But you've never even met this guy."

"Bo, I'll be fine." She walked over to him and kissed his cheek. "Now, go back to Tracy. You don't want to leave her all by herself at the hotel."

He didn't look happy, but he nodded. "Well, you call me, okay? For anything. I'm serious."

"Bye, Bo, thanks again for helping me move my stuff."

"No problem." He took one last look around, kissed her on her forehead and closed the door behind him.

Lyla collapsed onto the floor, a grin on her face. She had always been the outgoing one within her friends and family. It was always her idea to go out and get involved in everything she could get her hands on. Now, she laughed, now she was on her own and it felt great. She was all by herself in her first apartment and she was excited.

Her eyes traveled around the room and took note of the nice leather furniture, the big screen tv, and the various other possessions that belonged to some strange man and suddenly she became nervous. She realized that she had never had a single boyfriend, a single date. At twenty-three, Lyla had no clue what to expect out of Jason Mikhail.