Well hello there! Welcome to my new fanfic. I know what some of you may be thinking... what about all your other fics? Well, they'll get written, too...eventually. As of right now FOA and now this fic will be the only ones I will be actively updating. I got this idea and spitballed it with my friend on tumblr coming up with head canons, which eventually ended with me saying, "I'm going to have to write this, aren't I?" So here I am, writing it. I just hope it brings everyone else as much joy as it brings me.

A COUPLE YEARS AGO IN A GALAXY NOT TOO FAR AWAY...

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OBI-WAN KENOBI HAS RECENTLY ENROLLED IN LAW SCHOOL. HE'S CURRENTLY BALANCING A LAW FIRM INTERNSHIP AS WELL AS SCHOOL AND LIVING WITH HIS IMMATURE ROOMMATE, ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

LIFE IN HIS APARTMENT BUILDING WAS NORMAL UNTIL THE DAY A NEW NEIGHBOR MOVES IN ACROSS THE HALL...

Obi-Wan returned home from the grocery store and immediately noticed the moving van parked in front of his apartment building. New neighbors... interesting, he thought. He made his way through the building to his front door. The plain, grey hallway was cramped with boxes that seemed to be going into the open door to the apartment across the hall. Obi-Wan set his bags down in front of his door, fully intending to unlock his apartment and head inside. However, he heard a thud, followed by some muffled swearing coming from the open apartment.

He peeked his head around the doorway before calling out, "Is everything okay in there?" He saw a figure hoisting a box over their head, swaying precariously as they tried to put it up on a higher shelf in a closet. He couldn't help himself. He sped across the apartment behind the figure and helped them guide it to the appropriate shelf. With the box safely in its destination, he stepped back to take in his new neighbor, only to be disappointed that it was his landlord.

"Thank you, Kenobi. I told Ms. Amidala that I would help her with some boxes while she ran out to pick up some cleaning supples," Captain Rex nodded in appreciation.

"No worries, Captain. How was your shift on the force last night?" Kenobi asked as they walked back towards the hallway.

"It was a frustrating night for the 501st precinct. Usually we just have to deal with the Hutts and their crimes, but lately there's a new syndicate on the rise. We have no idea who they are, but their crimes are bigger than the Hutts. You can't tell anyone I told you about this, though. We can't have the community in a panic. Especially since this might be a Coruscant-wide issue, and not just contained to the 501st jurisdiction."

"Understood. Well, good luck with helping the new neighbor move in. I'll see you when I see you," Obi-Wan replied, finally unlocking his door and taking his groceries inside.

He dropped his bags on the kitchen counter and began to unpack before yelling over his shoulder to his roommate whom he could hear playing video games in the other room. "We have a new neighbor." He heard the sounds cease and footsteps heading towards him.

"So thaaaaat's what all the shuffling was about. I thought it was a little too noisy for a Sunday," Anakin replied, taking an apple that Obi-Wan had just placed in the fruit bowl.

"You know, technically it was your turn for groceries this week," Obi-Wan commented.

"And I was going to buy them tomorrow," Anakin responded, taking a bite from his apple.

"You're supposed to pick up groceries on Friday. I gave you two days. I suffered through ramen and instant coffee for two days," Obi-Wan groaned.

"Okay, okay. I'll make the dinners this week to make up for it," Anakin offered.

"You were supposed to do that anyway! You don't even know what I bought for meals this week," Obi-Wan pointed out.

"So just tell me what you want and I'll make it, Master," Anakin laughed. He knew how much Obi-Wan hated being called Master, but somehow it fit. Obi-Wan was always teaching Anakin how to handle life as an adult, not that Obi-Wan was much better at it, but he had more experience. He had agreed to live with Anakin as a favor to his Foster Dad, Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon had been worried about how Anakin would fare after he outgrew the foster system, and Obi-Wan said he'd look out for him. He didn't realize he'd had assented to living with him, yet here they are.

"Fine," Obi-Wan sighed, "I'll put the list of meals on the refrigerator. Would you mind putting the dry foods in the pantry?" Anakin rolled his eyes, setting his apple down on the counter. Together they finished putting the groceries away. After, Anakin sat down at the eat-in kitchen.

"So what's the new neighbor like?" Anakin asked before taking another bite from his apple.

"I have absolutely no idea," Obi-Wan replied while making himself a cup of tea.

"You didn't meet them?" Anakin chuckled, "I heard you talking to someone in the hallway, though."

"That was Captain Rex. He was helping our neighbor move in and I helped him with a box. Apparently she had just stepped out to get some cleaning supplies," Obi-Wan explained, sliding into the seat next to Anakin.

"She? So the new neighbor is a woman?" Anakin said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I guess. All Rex said was Ms. Ami-something," Obi-Wan replied, waving it off before taking a sip of his tea.

Anakin's eyes widened slightly in recognition before quietly asking, "Amidala?"

"Yes, that's it," Obi-Wan nodded before adding, "How did you know?"

"I knew an Amidala when I was younger. Before I was put in the foster system. Her name was Padmé and she used to babysit me and I thought she was an angel," Anakin chuckled. "I know it's silly, but I still think about her from time to time."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the slightly whimsical look that his roommate wore. Even if she was the same girl, if she was old enough to babysit Anakin then there must be a significant age gap between the two. She probably still viewed him as a kid. No, Obi-Wan thought, if he gets his hopes up it will only make things worse.

"What are your plans for the night, Obi-Wan?" Anakin asked.

"I've got a test in one of my classes tomorrow, so I will probably be in the café downstairs after dinner studying," Obi-Wan replied, stroking his beard. He wasn't looking forward to this test. His professor, Mace Windu, had a tendency to make the tests in a way where the test taker is presented with a case and they must build an argument defending the defendant and also prosecuting them. Obi-Wan always found it hard to not let his morals get in the way of things. It made him question his career choice. As an undergrad, he had studied both theology and the law, but ultimately he had chosen to pursue the law. He wanted to bring justice to the world and help families who were victims of crime. However, taking Professor Windu's tests make him question whether or not he could defend someone who did something terribly wrong, regardless of his job. Regardless of his morals, he still needed to study.

"I'll start dinner, then," Anakin nodded, grabbing some pasta and sauce from the cupboards and meatballs from the freezer.

Obi-Wan nodded at him, "Try not to burn it this time."