My flat was a mess. That always happened when I clean up though. Piles of books, albums, movies, and clothes lay around the place and there was still a mountain of unopened boxes needing to be unpacked. As I always said "stuff needed to get messy before it got clean." My cat purred and rubbed against my legs. She wanted to be fed so I picked up her bowl and filled it. I looked out the window realizing that I haven't explored at all in the 3 days since I moved from America. I grabbed a coat and walked down to York University campus and towards the town.

The campus was very petty and I stopped by the lake. A group of boys walked by, handing out flyers. I didn't take much notice until one tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to face him. He smiled warmly, brushing his long black hair from his eyes, and handed me a flyer.

"Hi. I'm Phil." He said in a thick English accent. "A few of my friends are having a little party on Saturday to get to know everyone. Do you want to come?"

"Oh I'm not one for parties." I told him. His smile fell to a frown and his eyes became large. He looked like a puppy.

"Well how about you, me and a few of my friends have dinner at my flat? Friday at 7?"

"That sounds fun. My name is Phoenix." I wrote my number of the flyer and said good bye. He smiled and stuffed it into his picket before joining his friends. I continued to town and bought a cup of tea before returning home.

I sat on my bed, the only unpacked furniture in the place and pulled out my phone. I had a missed call from my mom and dad, in America. My cat hopped on the bed and I lay back on the pillows as he crawled onto my stomach.

"Ow, Peej. Stop." He had been clawing to find a comfortable position but unfortunately that was my skin. I was debating calling my parent but I didn't want to talk to anyone, besides Phil. Just as I thought that, he called.

"Hi Phil!"

"Hey Phoenix, can you make it Friday?"

"Yes I can."

"Awesome. 7:00 my flat." He said an address and I wrote it down.

"See you around." We hung up and I stroked my cat before deciding to unpack. The first things I pulled out were my old posters. After rummaging through 20 boxes I found the frames. I put up the exploding TARDIS, Two Door Cinema Club, Alt-J, and Fall Out Boy. I finished organizing my bedroom before starting dinner.