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Bonnibel pushed herself up onto her elbows, the bright sunlight through her window producing an odd glare that made her eyesight blurry. She squinted, her hand shooting up to protect her vision, and swung her legs over her bed. Stretching, her toes curling, she yawned quietly. Jumping up, she made her way over to the window and pulled the blinds downwards.

Spinning on her heels, she finally had a chance to absorb her new surroundings now that her loft was relatively furnished. The room was sizeable, but it probably looked bigger than it was due to how bare it still was. Her desk was in a quiet corner by the window, so she'd have as much natural light as possible while studying on a night – which she'd be doing a lot while catching up with her work when she started at school on Monday. Cream coloured walls were mostly bare, although she had put one poster up by her double bed of the periodic table; it was nice to keep revision materials in constant view, so she'd learned from Peter once she'd started living with him.

It was simple – that was how Bonnie liked things – and most importantly, tidy and neat. She'd always liked things orderly and clean, and it was, mostly. There were still three or four boxes remaining; she'd have to unpack those today. Ugh.

Avoiding the inevitability of having to continue unpacking, however little she had left to do, Bonnie stretched again and tiptoed around the boxes, making her way downstairs. She ran her fingers through her messy strawberry blonde hair and flashed a smile at Peter when she arrived in the sitting room.

"Morning," She announced her presence, "What's for breakfast?"

"I think you mean lunch. It's just about twelve," Peter laughed, "We don't have much in. I was going to go out shopping. Would you like to come with me?"

"Yeah, just let me get showered and dressed," Bonnie replied, "I really need to buy some things for school next week. I need to be as best prepared as possible since I'm starting in the middle of the term."

"That's a semester here, apparently." Peter smiled warmly, correcting her yet again. Apparently he was on a roll this morning. "You'll be fine once you get settled in. You were fine when you moved in with me and started at a different school."

"It's just going to be a little weird," Bonnie sat down on the sofa, fingers kneading her bare kneecaps in nervous habit, "The school system is going to work differently, I won't have Bubba to hang out with, the work might be on a different level. I don't know what to expect. When I moved in with you, I knew the school system and how things worked. It's not the same."

Peter shrugged, "Well, still. You'll get used to it after we've been here for a while."

"Will we ever go back to England? Is it possible for you to get a promotion that's back there?" Bonnie asked, "I miss York."

"I don't think so, Bonnibel." Peter smiled again, but this time it had a sad twinge to it, just around the edges. It was barely noticeable. If Bonnie didn't know him as well as she did, she probably wouldn't have picked up on it. "Make the best of it. At least episodes of that show you like air earlier here. You don't have to stream them online."

Bonnie laughed for the first time since they left their old house. "Yeah. That's a good point. All new Orphan Black straight away sounds amazing."

"Told you that there's always a plus." He beamed again; Peter had always been an optimist, looking for a silver lining in everything. Bonnie found it immensely comforting; it was probably the reason why he was her main confidant. "You can always video call Bubba, too."

"Yeah. I'm still going to miss him." Sighing wistfully, Bonnie cast a glance over at her phone. Naturally, it wasn't making a sound – the one friend she'd left back at home couldn't text internationally, which was upsetting. Of course, she made a point to create a Skype account once the Wi-Fi was up and running.