"Alright, Building 152...152...52... Where the fuck is building 152?" I said as I walked down the streets of San Francisco.

Just a few days ago, I was living comfortably in my home in Florida with my 3 sibilings and parents, going to university and trying to get my masters (gotta get that free-in state residency ya know) , that kind of normal stuff I guess. But, after a large conflict that occurred in my family due to some "mutual trust" problems, all 3 kids (4 if you include myself) were sent off to different relatives, to let everyone cool off and blow a bit of steam. I was sent to live with one of my aunts, Aunt Rosaline who lived in an affordable apartment complex in California.

Now, to our current situation. I had booked a taxi when I realized Rosaline wasn't going to pick me up from the airport anytime soon. But, to my own dismay, I apparently gave the taxi driver the wrong direction.

And that, was where I was now, confused about finding that damn apartment building. I looked around the street to see if there were anymore people to ask but as it was nearing 11 o'clock, it wasn't looking too good. So I kept on walking, dragging my grey suitcase behind me. As I walked down the dark street, I shuttered as I felt a cool breeze run through my black greasy hair. Geez, I need to take a damn shower, an hours plane ride wasn't friendly with hygiene. I zipped up my white hoodie while looked behind myself in paranoia, eyeing the things that moved a single bit. I would have just brushed it off, but right now, the errie street lights and wind was just scary as fuck..

I don't know how the hell my aunt forgot to pick me up from the airport after I literally called her 50 times after getting off my flight but I only knew one thing to do in this situation...

-15 minutes Later-

"What the hell." My aunt Rosaline said, giving me a questioning face as she stood in the doorway of her apartment in front of me in a purple robe as I was kneeling on the floor, trying catching my breath.

"W-w-where were you!?" I huffed out in as I shakily got up from the ground. "Obviously here. Sorry for not calling back, or picking you up, the landlines were down and the car tires popped."

I sighed as I faced my aunt who shared the same brown eyes as I did, strands of white hair visible in her black hair, her face as stotic and stern as always. She may look mean, but behind that strong personality was a very kind lady. She was my mom's older sister that for some reason, she wasn't keen with. But I was always close to her ever since I was a child.

I know right? This family literally has too much problems to count.

Look, I don't understand them either so don't worry. I rolled my suitcase over to myself as she walked back into her apartment, leaving her door open to allow me in. So followed her, and was met with a reasonable apartment. Wooden flooring, the whole living room and kitchen combination and two rooms. It wasn't bad, in fact it was good as affordable to live with. "So, Tia(aunt), how's life here? What's with work? It's been a while since I came to see you." I said as I set my stuff down by the kitchen table.

"The usual, nothing special besides aging. Well, I was suppose to go by the neighbor's place to drop some things off but I haven't come around to do it yet."

"Neighbor?" I asked as I grabbed an apple from the counter, the apartment next to my aunt's has been vacant for a while now, so the news of a new neighbor was a bit of something new. "Yeah, Eddie Brock, that one reporter man who got fired for falsly accusing a big company for doing illegal tests." She said as she stood in the kitchen.

"Huh. Never heard of him."

"It's probably the difference between news stations." She said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "You know, with here being California and other there being Florida."

"Tia it's 11:30 and you're still drinking coffee."

"And? Does it look like I'm missing the last episode of my favorite drama?"

"Um, sure?" I said as I took a bite of the apple.

My aunt turned back to me "Just go get your shit unpacked before I regret taking you in."

"Love you too~" I said. With an apple, I grabbed my luggage once again before Rosaline stopped me.

"Hey, Lara, be careful around these streets. You won't know what will come barging in."

"Ah, don't worry Tia, I'll be fine." I said as I smiled. Rolling my luggage into the spare room, I settled in, washing off (finally) and saying goodnight to my aunt.

I took a deep breath in.

Sleep sounds okay right now. Actually, it sounded great. I flopped onto my bed before hearing a bump from the wall by bed was beside. I furrowed my brows.

What the hell? After a second of contemplating, I shrugged it off. Dude probably hit his head or something.

Finally after all these hours, I can get some rest I needed back from the jetlag...

-3 MINUTES LATER-

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" I screamed over the loud booming strings of a guitar. I slammed a pillow over my head in annoyance, exhaustion and hell, everything else damn it!

This was going to seriously be a long night.