ahh ha! She's BACK!!! :] And fresh of ideas as ever. the Stories continue! I promise.. because I know there are only like one or two faithful readers who actually read my crap of so called, "Stories".
...Are they even allowed to be called stories? I hope so..
BUT! this ones new, and improved a slight bit.

Uh, the characters inside the story exist with different names of course, kinda like under cover never figure us out kind names =] BUT! most of this is actually true, most of the info, the conversations and all that Jazz so PLEASE!

*sniff* dont steal.
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Adelia was bent over the Starbucks counter in Barnes and Noble with her hand on the register.

Things were annoyingly slow today and the cold marble counter tops cooled Adelia's throbbing head. She opened her eyes and peaked at her phone and groaned. Only two more hours and she was out of here. It was Friday night and normally Barnes and Noble closed at eleven.

Under the counter she texted her man, biting the inside of her cheek.

Tonight was the night. Her and Kaylee were picking up two men from North Carolina night flights.

The plan was to land and unload at exactly twelve. They had an hour to swap clothes, pretend to be each other and fool Kaylee's lover.

How. Ingenious-
“Hi, can I have a have a tall coffee with low fat milk and only two sugars please?”
Adelia shoved her sidekick into her apron pocket and nodded, marking the cup for her self and ringing the gentlemen up. She was the only one here, since there were hardly anybody in this dark November night.

A couple more people came into the Cafe. An eldery couple that had both ordered Pumpkin Spice Lates, a group of cuties sitting at the biggest table with band hoodies on and cute smiles, and a younger couple.

As she handed the gentlemen his coffee, she looked up to a squeaking girl running in flats with a bunch of bags. She ran into the cafe ,through the swingy doors and dropped onto the floor with bags all around her. Breathing heavy from running she looked up at me and giggled, sliding down the cabinets a little bit more. “ I think it looks like you.”
Adelia smiled and squatted down, going through what Kaylee had picked out. Black band t-shirt, black hoodie, Bongo jeans and black spike heals to make her around my hight.

Adelia laughed. “Wonderful. But I still have about two hours to go until we can leave. In the back, you can put all your clothes and such there, alright?”
Kaylee nodded and slapped a smile onto her face, looking every and then giggling. “This is actually happening isn't it?”

Adelia looked down at her friend and just shook her head chuckling. She was having a hard time it was happening as well.
“Miss? Can I have the a grande Pumpkin Spice late to go?”

Kaylee did as she was told, putting her stuff on the rack with her friends and stopped.

And saw the the box that contained the spike heals. She needed to grow a couple inches.
She urned to shake hands with the person to come up with heals.

No matter how much she wanted to wait, she couldn't anymore.

She put them on. Slid her foot into the plastic until her toes hit the end and wrapped the strings around her ankle like a ballerina.

These were some sexy shoes and fifty bucks was SO worth it.

Kaylee finished up the other shoe and pushed open the swingy doors, leaving a note and five bucks for a cappuccino that she wanted. Oh the benefits of friends that work at a coffee shop.

She walked down the romance section and sighed happily at her self. There was perfectly no good reason to read them too often anymore. She had her tall cute red head hero, and that was all she needed.

He wasn't texting her due to the no phones during the plane ride but that was okay. There was enough excitement dripping like acid into the pit of her stomach, she could wait.

No she couldn't. She could jump for joy right now.

Kaylee did a little squeek and hugged her self, hurring back over to Starbucks.

After breakfast, I thanked both Luke and his mother and headed for the door. The feeling of over stayed welcome festered in my gut. My headache had finally lifted, yet that yucky dirty feel still wrapped around my body like a second skin. Sticky and gritty.

Pulling my keys out of my huge bag, I unlocked my car and started it. My eyes raced over to the mirror, and I took a good look at my self.

I looked like the dead. Okay, so I looked like a pale Raccoon every morning but this was worse. I threw my purse into the passenger seat feeling and prodding at my face. My eyes we bloodshot, my makeup circled my eyes like the dead and I had a kind of green tint to my paleness.

A small squeak escaped through my chapped lips, holding the sides of my cheeks. I groaned and fell forward, leaning my head on the horn, letting it go.

Luke and his mother still at the table both jumped in their seats at the continious blaring horn and looked at each other. They were kinda close to the main road but not as close as the horn sounded. Luke shoved his person away from the table and got up looking out the window. He groaned heading for the door. “Hannah.” He jogged out side and knocked on her window.

Hannah lifted up her head slowly and said “sorry”, muted by the window.

He sighed, looking at her. Luke shook his head and walked around the front of the car and slid him self into the front seat. “ Head back to your place.”
“But..why are you with me?” She asked, confused, sending her car into reverse.
Luke shrugged. “ I like your house. As I told you before, and just to make sure you get through today okay. I shall nurse you back to health like a sick kid in need of some Robitusin.”

Hannah banged her head against the steering well for emphasis on how much fun going home was going to be and drove away from his house.

I was Home.

Putting the key into the door and pushing it open, I dropped my bag by the couch and started undressing as I walked down the hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Luke would most likely hope onto the computer, plug in his Classical iPod and fill my house with Jazz or Buckethead. Fine by me.

All wanted was a shower and my Herbal Essence.

Did you ever know or take notice how taking a shower can make you feel like a human being again? Ugh, gotta love indoor sprinklers.

After my shower, I headed into my room and got dressed. I was currently plan less so my jeans and a tank top was fine.

Felt better, I really did.

As I figured Like was at my computer,playing Buckethead and doing something on Myspace.

“Feel better?” He asked the computer

“Mhm.” Pulling my book off the shelf, I dropped it into the huge arm chair and headed into the kitchen to make my self tea.

Sp relaxing is it not? Tea seems to help everything. Moods aches and pains,stiffness even.

Puring water into my copper kettle, I asked, “Tea, Luke?”
“Uh.. yea. Sure.”
“What kind?” I had so much tea it was ridiculous. I had my favorite like Mint, Orange Spice and apple.
“You know what? Can I actually have hot chocolate?”
“Sure.” I've taken notice over the years that there's not too many guy tea drinkers.

Bet you could say no a days, that Beer is the new tea.

I pulled out two cups and sat them on the counter, next to the store as I left to do my hair.

“So, I haven't talked to you much lately. Hows your summer been, Cupcake?”

That earned me a smile. Since 8^th grade, Luke and I had name for each other,and well I was a pastry.
“Not too shabby, Jables. Some rough valley's here and there, and I made it.” With my fingers, I ran Anti-frizz through my long dark hair and clipped it up. Still spilling around a little pas my shoulders.

“Thats good. I've been pretty okay my self. Bands going great,too.”

I smiled. “Let me know when you need merch and a chick to sell the stuff.”

He smiled with his head nestled in his palm, commenting back some people. “Will do.”

The teapot on the stove squealed. I puled it ff the burner pouring water into each cup. Puring al ittle milk into his, I brought his mug over to the computer and put it on the stone coaster.

He murmured his thanks, as he clicked on some girls profile and glanced at her photos.

“ooo. Who's this.” From behind I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled,lying my head on his shoulder. “New Girlfriend?”
“No,” He said suddenly. “..But I wouldn't mind if she was.”

I chuckled lightly. “well, she looks nice enough. How did you find her?”

Luke took a sip of his coco and set it back down and answered, “She was at one of the local gigs. Came by to talk to us, and..well.Yea.”

“Well, have you talked to her since then?” I rolled him away from the desk and sat in his lap, taking control of the computer. Scrolling through her profile, she had a nice smile, into vintage stuff and liked all kinds of music. Especially classic and rock. Apparently she was a painter and a sketcher, who was hoping to get into the art business. She was a Scorpio. Heh, a Cancers match.

I was satisfied, and sighed, getting up grabbing my own cup. “ I approve!”

Luke rolled his eyes and logged off. “ Oh thanks, Mom.”
“My Pleasure. “ I told him, sitting on the arm of the chair and slid into the seat backwards and stared into the distance, beyond my cup of tea. I suddenly felt like having a Pj movie night. Movies, Pizza and a bunch of junk shit food.

“I have an idea.” I told him, appointing my vision to the floating teabag.

“hmm?”
“Wanna grab a bunch of people and have movie night?”
Luke smiled and jumped up. “yea!”

“Call Logan, Matt and Josh and we'll go out and get stuff.”

And thats how it went. I drove Luke out to get Pizza, junk food and pick up the boys. Staying up until ten watching movies, listening to then argue and shout and laugh. But t eventually had to end. I brought them all home, and drove my self back. I sat in bed for an hour or two and I read, finally conked out.

Sitting at the kitchen table in Luke's mothers kitchen had a very weird and odd feel when we walked in. There was a place setting for three people, three chairs awaiting our ass's.

The plate with two tablets of Mortrin and a huge glass f OJ was the name card for where I was to sit.

I slid into the chair and wait with Luke for his mother to finish up with the breakfast. Taking this moment to figure out my party past. Luke went over to help his mother and I finally remembered.

At the party at Anthony's, I had pulled in with Dan right behind me. And the world night getting me drink after drink, until he tired to lead me up stairs. And I struggled and thew my martini in his face and called Luke.

“So. How much?”
I looked up from my plate and blinked.”Three martini's, 4 daqueries and six Smirnoffs.”
Both Luke and his mother turned to look at me.

“Okay, fine and a beer but it was only one.” I told them, holding up my pointer finger for emphasis.

Luke rolled his eyes, dumping food onto my plate. “That shits gonna get you into trouble some day you know that?” Fathering me as he mindlessly started jumping eggs onto my plate.

I scrunched my face, trying to flick the scrambled eggs back into the pan. “Not an egg fan.”
Luke's mother set a huge platter of fruit on the table and I smiled happy, picking off my favorites.

“ But egg has protein!” Luke argued whacking my hand with a wooden spoon.

I hid my face behind my slice of melon face down to make a sad face. “ But I like Fruit bedder.”
Luke just rolled his eyes. “Fine, more for me then hmm?” He sat down him self, giving the pan to his mother.
I smiled and nibbled on my melon piece, soon popping the pills into my mouth and swallowing them with the Honey dew.
“So, you sound like you were quite the hero, there Lucas honey.” His mother spoke up. I was kinda happy that she said something, not being the mothering, yelling how could you episode.
Luke smiled with himself, a proud look across his face, and I giggled. “Your job to save me, you know? You, being the Mawon and all.”

Luke's mother smiled, running strawberry jam across a piece of Toast. Luke grinned and shuvled eggs into his mouth. I took the glass of Oj and put it against my forehead, letting the cool attach my heated head. I have got to stop going to parties.

“ Parties will do you no good in the end-” Luke told me once again.

What a friggin' mind reader.

“Thanks, Dad.” I said sarcastically, closing my eyes. Ugh, this..pounding..stopppp. Pleaseee.

Heavy boots clunked into the kitchen, grabbing something quickly, pausing. “Whats Hannah doing here.”
“ Hannah, father has a horrible hangover.” Luke told his father, taking a huge bite into his toast.
With my free hand, I wiggled my fingers in a wave to where his father was. I couldn't open my eyes now..too..felt too good- ugh be nice. I opened my eyes and smiled softly. “He's right. Recovering. Hard night.”
His father only smiled and shook his head. “ Live up the teenage years. Only get'em once.” And left, most likely heading off to work.

Music.

More specifically fresh guitar strings, floating through one delicate ear drum and out the other.

I smiled in my sleep at the -no my familiar chords since I was sixteen.

My dreams had clouded over any consciousness I had of actual reality. All I knew, I was warm, hugging think blankets watching my self plunk my ass on Ryan Beatty's lap in a dark strange mail room. And, as my 'husband' sorted through his mail by hugging me to his chest, reaching beyond me, slicing the letters open as he nibbled my neck and ear lobe-

I awoke.

And it wasn't thanks to a blow horn, or pots and pans clanking in the kitchen.

The beautiful guitar had stopped singing, 'All in the waiting.' by Buckethead and caused that ghastly silence that awoke my slumber

But! That silence was soon replaced by an old loud creaky door opening and a voice through out the room.

“Lucas, sweety its then in the morning, silly. And your still-..not in bed but on the floor.”

You could hear the slight confusion in the ladys voice.
“But if your on the floor..then..who or what is in your bed-”
“Mom.” A boy hissed. “Its just Hannah. I slept on the floor, and well..she was deserted with no place to go..”

The boy finished his explanation, making this mother leave, promising we'd be up for breakfast.

Lucas set his baby down for the moment, walked over to his bed and looked at the girl who was occupying it.

Hannah seemed so gentle and peaceful as she slept in his bed that he wanted nothing more to let her keep doing so.

But his mother would be even more angry id he didn't.
For a quick second he took this moment and fingered one of her long brown curls that were sprawled across his pillow. Lucas smiled softy as the sunlight hit the curl he was toying with and watched as the sunlight brought out blond and red natural highlights.

“Lucas DiFalco...” his mother called from up stairs with a warning tone. When she used almost his full name, that lady meant business.

“Cupcake, dear you have to get up.” He shook her bare shoulder, trying to shake her awake. “Come on.”

I opened my eyes to a very unfamiliar room. Looking around first, I finally sat up and stares into the face of Lucas. My eyes were only hanging open as I tried to make sense if how and why I was there.

And whats with the mind booming headache?

I sent a palm to cradle my poor throbbing forehead, rubbing my eyes with the back of my other hand.

“Luke..” I chuckled, opening my eyes all the way. “Why are you in my room at this time of morning?”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Silly, your in my room, my house, my bed, don't you remember?”

Realization hit me harder then a game of dodge ball in the 5^th grade. I held the blankets up to my face with wide eyes and squeaked, falling off the bed with a 'thump'. I was now against the odd padded walls of the gym with my sweaty hands above my head, waiting for a round foamy tick out of my enemy's invisible jail.

I poked my head up from the other side of the bed, a bunch of blankets stacked on my head My eye brows cocked, I wanted answers.

Why, am I..here.” I pressed an index fingers into his mattress that smelled like guy and old spice body wash for dudes.
“You were sleeping.”

I rolled my eyes. “Bravo. Here, better yet, I wasn't her last night. Riiight?”
Oh! I was at a party..
“Exactly.” Luke answered as if he was reading my thoughts.

My eyes narrowed. “I was at a party. Why am I at your house, waking up to your mother cooking bacon and toast?”
“You called me. Drunk, saying you wanted out-”

In the middle of Luke's lovely explanation, 16 trillion and half questions soared through my skull.

“Woah woah woah, wait. Where's my car number one.”
Luke reached over to a box on his desk and chucked my key chain at me. “Here.”
I itched my forehead. “But-did i give you- well, you know. An explanation on why I wanted to leave? Last I remember, that party was pretty bad ass-”
“Dohn was following you around, trying to do shit with you.” Luke told me with a fiery look behind his blue iris's.

I jumped onto his bed. 'TELL ME I didn't loose my virginity to that Ass cracker!” I almost yelled, holding his face, scared stiff to what might of possibly went down last night.

Luke shook his head, looking up at me from the floor.

“So..your telling me I still posses and pocket my V-card?”
He nodded, then shook his face out of my hands. “Look, I'm limited to what I know but you seemed pretty fine besides asshole following you around and how much you drank.”

My tung glossed over my dry parched lips. It was like sand paper over dry cracked wood. One neither helping the other.

“Come on. Lets get you some food and liquid.” He said, walking over to the doorway.

“Luke?” I called.

“Hmm?” he turned around and looked at me.

In only a black tank top and black laced panties, I put my hands on my hips, kneeling. “Where are my clothes and why am I only in this?” My eyes narrowed, motioning my body with a hand.

Luke only smiled small and pointed to my jeans, hoodie and heals on his desk. “You threw them off and at my face, complaining it was too hot.”

“And my purse?” I asked, stumbling across his room, pulling on my jeans.

“..right,,next to your face?”

I turned my head, and indeed, it was next to my pile of clothes. “Heh, I knew that.” Shoving my heals in my over sized purse, I headed into the kitchen with Luke.

My Names Hannah.

Hannah Sally DeStain. A typical teenager if you took one good look around my room. At school, due to my fashion desires, I am your 'emo', 'silent loner', 'only talks when she has to'. But that last sentence seems to erase right off my forehead when I'm in a room with people that I love. When in a room like that, I stand above you preppy idiots who think your all that and a bag of chips.

When, why sweety, your not even the bag.

When with my friends, I'm a loud, joking conversation starter, complete with Bongo Hip Hugger jeans, Vans or Converse shoes, a band t-shirt and a lollipop stuck in her mouth with a smile almost all the time.

I'm a romantic, book lover and writer who has her mind set to be an actress.

And a damned good one at that. I crave to be like Helena Bonham Carter, a favorite actress of mine. One of those ladies you'd know the face when you saw her but could never remember her name. She is Mrs. Lovett, Emily in the Corpse Bride, Bellatrix in Harry Potter. The pale dark haired lady with a sexy witty way to her.

Like her, I shall be.

I am the girl, people know and say hi to the in hallway have personal jokes and story's to tell with.

Friends with many people in variety of click groups.

I have a 6'2 punk, down to his homemade clothes and 1 ft Mohawk who was trying to do everything to get with me. Preppy horney guys who wanted nothing more but a piece of pussy to come after.

Friends to Ballet dancers and drama crew. Friends and a familiar face to the librarians, since I go there so often. I knew guys who droves combines and swore against the southern flag and girls with huge tits.

Friendly with the joint smokers and hugging buddies of the typical gangster who had connections to everything.

And I mean everything. Anything you could want, he could get you together with for a fraction of the price. An Apple iPhone for 80 bucks, weed, a pack of New Ports or Kools, or maybe a 30 bucks for a home made bottle of Hennesey.

My friend, Vanessa, as preppy, loud, and obnoxious as she is, keeps me up to date on the latest make up and if I choose, sometimes the fashion. I knew most of the band geeks, and marching band.

But with all that came my closest friends. And some of them guys. They were all different, no matter how much they were the same. All my BFFL's! ( does anybody even use that anymore?)

Lucas, Matthew and Josh. All three of them friends, gamers and smarties.

Luke,life swallowed and surrounded by music; his girlfriend for all time. Best friend to Matthew who promised to fight off Zombies. All of them, knock 'em off the face of the earth. And josh?Well, when it comes to josh, I'm lost. Tall blond and a gamer, never know exactly what he's up to.

The girls consisted of school smarties, book nerds, concert buddies, party girls, drinking and gossip lovers and funny all night pajama buddies. And they are all splendid people.

Who would sacrifice a weekend or two to make sure I was okay, safe and/ or out of trouble. And my story starts exactly how they do that.

Where does a teenager go when wishing to escape their elements of life?

When you actually sit down and draw a plot diagram or list the places to go, were limited.

How lucky adults must feel. To get the luxuries of having a 2 tun piece of metal to operate at their pleasure. Go where ever they please. Clubbing to dance and shake their problems off their bodies to the beat of the music.

A bar to drown their memories with the originals of Sex on the Beach, a tonic, or maybe a rum and coke if their into that sort of thing.Or? Do as some do, and drive. Drive their tires bare and until their tanks are empty.

Hmm..

Maybe if only we were more trusting.

Almost all, most, but not all, teenagers that inhabit this earth are bad ass, wanna be grown ups with ranging levels of hormones that control their every move.

We are interrogated, defined, weight and measured in almost every possible way.

What exactly is the definition of a teenager, you think.

Well! Lets see.

Websters New Dictionary says:

Teen-n pl/ years of youth between 12 and 20.

But what one teenagers does in between 12 and 20, one can always be surprised.

But! There is a ray of hope, ladies and gentlemen. The earth does inhabit the small select group of teenagers that would love nothing more to just roll their eyes, take a nice thick book and smite the loud mouthing idiots who think they're all that and a bag of chips, over the head, hard I might add and sit back down, knowing the kid who just received the blessing thick book wake up call, realized that their next step in life is to change.

The small lot of us only sit in silence, knowing that is only a fantasy. A dream or a hope that one day actually might happen.

Those bad ass people; as they would like to refer to them selves as, seem to make the mark on the record for all of us. They are the ones who make the adults bestow horrible names on us like its high school all over again.

Bass ass, troubled teens, good for nothing, trouble makers, bunch of punks-

I would love nothing more to finish this but I think you get the picture.

Some of us 'good guys'-yes, we actually so exist, would like a hang out. A Place to go, chill and talk. Catch up on not only the latest gossip, but meet a few people, see a small new boy band bash their poetry out of their guitar strings. An old run down building that the whole town chipped into and helped renovate.

And leave the decorating to us.

Maybe a virgin bar for smooth Pina Coladas, refreshing strawberry daquires, ice cold Colas served by a few adults that actually wanted to do it. Big comfy sofas and arm chairs. Like, a Sarbucks setting. Calm, collected and wonderful.

But, its places like that, that get shut down, locked down or put on limited resources, thanks to all assholes who just wanna mess up, and break things to show their stuff.

 and there are those of us out there, who are tired of it.

The bell rang and it only just then came to her attention that she was free to leave.
“Home work sheets on the make anatomy- speak up Mr.Spivey and you and your penis have a detention Friday!”
“ Its okay, just make sure your vagina comes along. Maybe she would like a play date.”
“Well, maybe I'll just bump it to graduation! How about that one Mr. Spivey?”
Gabby was already smiling, walking out of the room when she could hear Mr. Williams yelling at Rhys to get out his classroom for another smart-ass remark.

Pulling a scarf out of her messenger back, she wrapped it around her neck. Maybe she'd stop off for breakfast. She was a tad bit hungry. Had some money left over from work. She could treat her self, no problem.
Gabby slid her self into her car about to shut the door when some one held it open with a strong grip.
“Can I help you?” She asked with an agitated tone.
“Meh, thought it was kinda neat how we both have senior sign out at the same time.”
“I know.” She looked out the windshield and flicked the wipers on, splashing Rhys with a fresh cover of snow.
“Hey!” he yelled, yet smiled as he brushed it off. “That was not very lady like.”
“And who said I was a lady?”
“Then your one damn hot guy with a pretty name like Gabriella.”
She glared and pulled her door shut.
“Wait! Aw, come on! I didn't mean to piss you off.” He whined, his voice muffled by the window. “Let me make it up to you-” Rhys glanced down at his watch. “Can I treat you to breakfast?”
Gabby closed her eyes and sighed, making the window roll down. She slowly turned her head, waiting for something. Rhys squatted down, his arms on the car, his chin resting on the top of his hands. “Please?”
“Fine-”
“Yes! I get to take a pretty girl out to brunch-”
“Rhys, drive now and celebrate later. Its cold.” she told him, with narrowed eyes.

In the back seat slid Ashely and Nixon into her car.
“Treating us too?” Nixon asked with a grin slapped upon his face.
“Hardly. But you can come along with you'd desire.” Rhys answered, looking back Gabby's head.
“hey! Who's the one driving here?” She asked/
“You.” Ashely answered, sitting back, crossing her legs with a smile. “Come on. We'll pay for our own. Two separate checks, just let us hang with you because we're just too cool not too.”
Nixon snorted next to her and a hand collided with his face with a 'smack' against his cheek.
He pouted, rubbing his face. “Owie.”
“Cry me a river, build me a bridge and get over your self.” she smartly commented.
“Thats enough children!” Gabby sang from the front of the car. “I want seatbelt on and you strapped in tight.”
“Yes mom.” the two of them from the back chorused.
Gabby rolled her eyes and looked at Rhys square in his double colored eyes. “ Parkers Diner, down the road some what.”
Rhys patted the top of the car twice. “I'll follow you.”

When he went to his car, she rolled up the window and punched the play button. As Lady Ga Ga sailed through the speakers, she waited for Rhys at the entrance to the school and turned onto the main road once he was close behind.
Ashley and Nixon were in the back, chewing up conversations with each other when Gabby's eyes glanced in her rear view mirror. Still, behind her, Rhys was in phone call land, a blue tooth sticking out from under his hair. While his mouth went, he caught her watching him. With a smile and a wink from him, she ran her fingers though her hair with a head snap, making her hair whip away his face, looking away.
With a quick glance in her rear view again, she saw him chuckle and smile, shaking his head.

They arrived a the diner, parked and walked up towards the ramp. Nixon and Ashley were well ahead. How cute they looked, his hand gently but protectively around her waist. His fingers playing with her light gentle hair that almost reached her ass.
“You always this quiet?”
“Only around new people.” she answered.
Rhys chuckled. “I'm not that new you know.”
“True, but I still know hardly anything about you.”

“Hi, I'm-”
“Rhys. I know.” She turned her head and pulled her hair behind her ear, and at that moment, she believed that there was a God. He had hair that was maybe down a little pas his shoulders. A small pony tail. What was neat about his hair was that it was choppy and long in his face that went past his ears. His hair was a multitude of blonds, all mixed together like some one had taken dye brushes of some sort and ran through his hair with all of them..but it looked good. Melted butter, platinum, sandy all stirred together.

And what caught her breath as she looked for the one thing she liked most in a man, his eyes.
Holy shit those eyes.. One green eye one blue. How amazing that really looked had never crossed her conscious until now. The green of evergreen trees and the blue of a sky before a storm.
“ And your lovely name?” With out looking away from her, he ripped the condom wrapper in half stretching it over the banana.

..It feels like he's done this before- and not with a piece of fruit.
“Gabby.”
“Just Gabby? Short for Gabrielle?”
“Ah.”
“ Gabriella hmm? Beautiful name.”
“I hate it.” She slumped more in her chair.
“Whys that?”
She shrugged. “Its too long I guess. Takes so much energy to say it.” She looked over at him. “Gabby works.”
“ If Gabby is what you like, then Gabby it shall be.”
“Thanks..”
There was a moment where she actually relaxed. This guy seemed nice, and handsome enough.
“You need help with your banana wrapping, there Gabs?”
She just remembered that they were doing.
“Wanna do it for me?”
Rhys grinned. “Not going to prepare you for the future if I do it, you know.”
“True, no, but more practice for you, the better.” Gabby cocked an eye brow back at him.
“I can tell we're going to get along nicely.”
“Are we now?” She stole her banana back from him, slowly and sensually covering the banana in a condom. Pushing it down the shaft of it with her pale fingers.
“Damn girl, this isn't your first time either is it?”
“Wow, you guys really know your stuff.” said Mr. Williams.
Rhys only chuckled, sliding am arm across Gabby's shoulders. “Well, this one always makes sure that I have one and also practices with me, Sir.”
Instead of shrinking down even lower in her seat, she moved into him and put her head on his chest. Rhys looked down at her and grinned. “Practice makes perfect, doesn't it darling?”
“Yes, Love, always.” She played along with a fake smile upon her face. With quick eyes, she looked at the clock on the wall. Give or take fifteen minutes to spread around the school that the Princess of Darkness had the drop dead gorgeous blond God that this school had the pleasure of enrolling.
Gasps and even more giggles stretched upon the room. She pulled back a bit out of his embrace and his arm slowly slid off her shoulders.
The magic and Rhys's warmth was suddenly gone. Like sand that oozed between her fingers. How lovely it feels when its there, yet falls through your fingers like water.

As she sat at the edge of her chair, knee's bent towards each other, a hand rested upon them, her right hand annoyingly tapping her note book. This lovable funny blond guy inspired her to be the man of her stories.
But as she ran her fingers through her hair, she came to realize that she wanted him in real life as well..

She shut off her car once in the student parking lot, glancing at the clock quickly. She had five minutes to get int her home room or she'd be late. Opening the car door made the out into the cold weather. Frost and wind chill smacked her face and pushed her body in the wind this and way and that. Her feet crunched on the snow as she pulled her messenger bag over her shoulder and headed into the warm school.
She slithered into the door two seconds before the bell rang and slid into her seat.

Gabby plopped down in the two-in-one cold desk chair in the back of the room. In front of her, Dani, and Alex at Elven O'clock. The two of them were putting on their faces, speaking upon assholes through the school, moving onto home work that was unfinished.
“Yea, so Nick was being a complete asshole last night-”
“When isn't he?”Gabby commented from behind.
“Shut up.-.. I thought he was getting better.”
“haha, right.” She took her fine point Sharpie and began to draw vines up her hand, and wrapping it around her finger, adding some leaves and a few thorns; she listened for her name-
“Gabr-”
“Here, present, hello, good morning thanks.”
“righty then- uh.. Kyle?”

Once the Bell DID officially ring, she headed to the library. Its a study Hall right now. She knew well enough to know they know where she'd be. She had enough copied passes from last year that had her teacher signature.
The librarians knew her by name- pitty how often she came here.
“Back again, Miss. Gabriella?”
“As always Mrs. Shelting.”
“Ambrosia, hun.”
“Then Gabby it is.”
Ambrosia smiled. “How was lovely Ivanhoe?”
“Could of done a lot better, but not bad.”
“Hmm. What are you shooting for today?”
“Meh, something romantic-”
“Didn't you just read...?”
“Something up to date, romantic.”
The librarian laughed.” Well, darling, you might have to go and find that on your own.”
Gabby gave her a look.
“I mean the book, not really.”
“Of course.” Gabby slid behind the book case and scanned the book titles with her eyes.
A romance..a romance. Hmm.

Soon time passed by faster then a speeding bullet.

She was plunked into tenth grade Health class because she never took it. A retarded class that she had to take to graduate. Her legs were crossed at the knee's, tapping her pen against the note book. The class really didn't need a note book but it was there to scribble and write in.
Her eyes looked up ahead. A body had sat down next to her.
She looked through her long brown curtain of hair and realized it wasn't anybody she knew. So she kept quiet.

“Okay!” her teacher yelled, as he grunted, pushing in a huge case of bananas into the room.
One look at those yellow things and they all knew that was coming and it wasn't a breakfast snack.
“Your kidding me.” said the boy next to Gabby. She stopped writing and put down her pen, leaning back against the chair and shook her head with her arms crossed across her chest. “Nope.”
Gabby couldn't really see him, but she was sure a grin formed on his face.
“So! Today we're going over 'Condoms 101' unit this evening! People in the first row, please pass them back-”
She was once again in the back row when a banana was tossed onto her desk with a 'thud'.
The boy next to her raised his hand to be noticed as a banana plunked to a half on his side of the next.
“Ahh yes, Mr-..”
“Spivey. Rhys Spivey- and what if we already have a banana, Sir? Surely you don't wan to waste these such succulent precious things?” Rhys held up his banana off the table with a mocking grin.
The whole class came into a round of giggles and laughs.
“Mr. Spivey you will do well to understand that this is part of your grade? And by making perverted remarks will drop you like a brick?” Mr. Williams cocked an eye brow, leaning on the desk with his hands on the edge.
Gabby grinned at Rhys's final remark. “Go Trojan Man.”
The girls giggled again, and Gabby just sat there with a grin on her face. Maybe this class wasn't as boring as she thought it would of been.

When someone walks into a new classroom, they always do that 'best friend, some one you remotely know' scan. Battle Ship game of where your friends are and who to sit next to. And this class happened to have nobody she knew. So she grabbed a seat in the back, sat quietly and only spoke when she had to.

It all started on a cold winters morning.
Her life as we knew it was at its almost end.
Well, being a kid part..
Her eyes shot open, staring at her Silver ceiling with painted green veins crawling across it.
With out command, as does any person in the morning, her eyes were planted onto her alarm clock.
It screamed 'ant ant ant' for her to wake up, banging inside her ear drums. She smacked her hang across the snooze button, and snuggled back against the pillows once again, the warmness wrapped around her tightly.
She didn't wish to leave this warm sheet wrap. That comfortable basket in which her dreams settled around her.

"Gab, you up?" Her fathers voiced annoyed her more then the alarm clock its self.
"Yesss. God, dad."
"Sorry! Just wondering."
A wrong move, she thought as she threw the blankets off her body. Cold air rushed to attack her bare skin, sending goose bumps up her whole body, leaving her to shiver for a moment. Gabby slid her legs through a pair of jeans, and a band t-shirt over her head.
She sighed at her tiredness, staying awake all night to read could really screw you up in the mornings. It's Crazy, one minute your in a fight scene, then the next a couple's making love on holy ground-

Lotion, wallet, money, car keys, gum wrappers and the rest of the crap on her floor was shoved into her messenger bag. She dumped that and her book bag by the door to pull on her Converse.
"I'll see you later, Dad!" her voice echoed thought he wooden house as she stepped out the front door, closing the door behind her.

And there it sat, A purple Mustang Cobra. All bought and paid for, no payments each month, nothing. She had been saving since she could say Mustang. Black leather seats with purple stitching, 6 disk CD changer and stereo system throughout the car, and a sunroof.
Her Baby.

She slid into her car, turning it on to warm it up. Jabbing the Cd button with her finger, gabby cranked the music enough to make the car shake with the base as she scraped off the windows to the beat of the song. Throwing the scraper onto the floor of the back, she groaned at the fog covering her windshield. Pulling the door closed, and throwing on the air for a bit, she pulled out of the driveway and sped away.

Binx laughed, sitting back into his chair. “ It makes you sound like your doing drugs.”
“Excatly! Thats why its random and funny!” said Shia, laughing. “That kind of stuff went on the wall.”
“Ah. So, what else do you have on that wall?” Zeak asked.
“Hmmm.” said Laz said, sliding back into her place at the table. “Well, there once was a stormy Winter morning and all the little kids in pleasant View Middle School rejoiced with the gift of sleep from a day off from school.”
Binx snorted into his mug, finishing with a mouthful. “What kid wouldn't?”
“Our point exactly” The girls said in unison.
“Anyways, when your Laz and Shia, this is the time to wake up your fellow friends and talk to them. Well,”Laz stopped, thinking. “I can't remember who called who to be honest but all I remember is Shia waking up, sick.”
“Aw you poor, baby!” Binx exclaimed.
“Yea yea yea thanks.” Shia said, waving her hand.
“So, we started talking,”Laz said, keeping the story going, “ And I randomly blurted out, 'Shia, You sound like the manliest, man dude I've ever had the privilege to speak to over the phone.' And of course Shia got quiet trying to figure out what I just said and went, 'I sound like what??' 'A man dude.' I said, trying not to laugh. Then went on about how if she was a guy and not my best friend I would totally date her.' and from then on-” Laz shook her head, not even believing that these events actually happened in ninth grade.
There was an almost deadly silence in the house that seemed unnatural. Laz looked up to notice the boys stat in the their chairs with a dumbfounded and confused look.

“Yes, weird I know, but when you have Shia and I together some time's its bad-” Laz stopped and yelled out when her chair started vibrating. “What kind of chair's do you- oh..ha ha my cell phone.” she felt her cheeks flushed at more embarrassment as she slipped her vibrating phone out of her pocket. “If you'd excuse me?” As La slipped out through the front door to stand on the porch, the boys looked at Shia.
“Well, don't just eye rape me all at once now! Kidding, what?”
“I believe you guy's to be the funniest neighbors we've had.” Zeak admitted with a chuckle, sitting back in his chair with his arms folded.
“Sorry guys, but I have to go. There's hardly any help for work and they need some one,” Laz stepped back into the kitchen. “Its really nice to have new neighbors in the house finally. Nice meeting you!” Rushing out the front door, Shia bit her lip.

“Um, I think I might- just uh-.. catch up to her and leave you guys to finish packing.” she said with a smile.
“But do come again. There hasn't been this much conversation in the family since Jake's G-”
Zeak's hand muted Binx's mouth before he could go any further. “Next time, Shia.”

Shia felt her stomach almost drop out of her butt. Her name felt so boring to her but some how the way he said it made it seem almost important.
“Yea. Next time.”

Laz looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was HUGE! It was one of those real stony bathrooms that were big. As you walked in, to the left side of the wall was counter tops with two sinks on opposite sides, but the mirror reaching the whole way. On the same wall after the counters was a toilet that matched the bathroom. Across from the toilet was a huge Jacuzzi bathtub, and a stand up shower with a glass door.

The tiles were black, and the Cabinets were like the cheery color in the kitchen.

It smelled like Citrus in that bathroom. It was Laz's favorite smell.

Besides Axe she thought to her self, chuckling.

She had her hands on the black marble counters, with her head down towards the sink. Laz started getting a hot feeling.
Ok Laz COOL it. You've knocked on other peoples doors before, and gotten yelled at a THOUSAND times, and your not like this.

She finally stood back up and pulled open the door. Laz passed though he door way and back into the Grey hall way. In front of her, some black blur passed by, through the door she has knocked on earlier, and it shut with a slam. Laz kind of jumped for a second.
Not very friendly person..

Laz shrugged it off and walked back into the kitchen area.
“Only took you 7 good hours to use the bathroom.” commented Shia. “What a record.”
Laz rolled her eyes, sat back in the chair. “sorry.”
Zeak shook his head. “ Don't be sorry. You gotta do that you gotta do.”
“so ANYWAYS!!!” binx said, bouncing in his seat. “What are wall comments?”
“Oh!” Shia said laughing. “Laz wanna take it away?”
“Nah, you say how they began I'll add the comments.” said Laz, smiling at her friend. She picked her mug back up and took a sip, ignoring the now ice cold Chai.
“OK! So, when I first met laz, and she came over to my house for the first time, I showed her everything,naturally.”
Laz nodded into space,as Shia told the life story of how they found each other.

Then Shia went on. “So, then it turned dark and well, normal people sleep when it gets night out so we went up to my room so she could drop her stuff off, change and then..well..do what all teenage girls so when its midnight.”
As Shia picked up her mug to take a sip, Binx put his on the table and looked at her. “What do they do?”
“You mean you don't know?”
“well, no. I'ma guy remember?”
“oh! Right sorry I forgot-” Shia put her mug down, trying to keep a laugh inside her system. Especially since Binx's jaw dropped with confused face on. It didn't help matters.
“No, I'm totally kidding hun, I knew you were a guy.” Shia apologized laughing. “Anyways, us girls probably stay up all night long, talking, drawing-”
“YOU draw.”Laz said chuckling. “ I can't draw to save my life.”
“Well- ok what ever but anyways!! They talk. And thats how wall comments came to be.”
“Ah.” said Zeak, nodding. “so, just by talking..their comments?”
“Well, no not really.” said Laz, getting up to put her finished cup in the sink. “something random has to pop out of your mouth thats SO funny that you don't wanna forget about it.”
“Oh. Thats simple enough. But why 'wall'?” Binx asked.
Laz smiled , ready to turn on the faucet.
“Lazarahia you don't have to do that.” said Zeak. “They'll get done later.”
“No its ok.” Laz said, smiling back at him. “It'll be quick. But to answer your question, its because they DO go on the wall.”
“Really now?” Zeak asked, almost laughing.
“Yup,” Shia continued. “ My bed lies in one corner of the Attic. And the wall on the side of it is full of drawings, comments, and stuff drawn onto it through out the years.” She took a swig of the last mouthful left in her cup and held it out to the side.
“yessss your Majesty.” Laz groaned, shuffling over to Shia, grabbing the cup and washing out that one too.

Shia wiped off her pants, and then folded her arms onto the table .”So, eventually over time, either Laz or I have done VERY random things, said something after it and wrote it on my wall in Sharpe.”
“Like..” Both the boys asked.
“Like, on day when I slept over,” said Laz, twirling the mug under the steamy hot water, rinsing it out, “I was really hungry and Shia hated it when I brought food up into her room.”
Shia nodded in agreement.
“So, while she talked to her mom, behind her back I took crackers and shoved some in my shirt.”
Binx gave Laz a very confused face. “but.. they would just fall out.”
“Not if u have one with a built in Bra.” Laz told him smirking.

“ah HA!”Binx was finally understanding. “Dude, Zeak if you can carry things in your shirt then HECK Wife Beaters! I'm Moving onto TANK TOPS WITH BUILD IN STORAGE!”

Zeak looked at Binx with a narrowed look on his face. “ANYWAYS!”
Laz smiled, walking over and sitting down at the table. “Yes, anyways, so when we went up stairs, Shia still had no idea that they were in my shirt. So, finally, I bounced into her bed, took out the crackers and started eating.”
“then I turned around and almost tackled her.” Shia commented with a serious off into space look.
Las only smiled. “ Yup. And Then, I had to call my mom so I said with out realizing, 'I need to call my Cracker'.”

There was silence, until the boys realized that Laz didn't MEAN to say, but said on accident.

“So! Now onto the wall Comments.” Shia said. “Wanna take this one Laz?”
“Actually...Can I use your bathroom?”
“Oh. Yea! Its down the hall.” Binx said, jabbing his thumb behind him.
“Thanks.” Laz muttered, putting her mug down the table and got up out of the chair making her way towards the hallway. It was a some what dark hall way. There were no pictures on the walls, they just stood there, blank as ever with grey paint splashed onto the walls.

But it was cold. Maybe it was just her, but it defiantly felt colder in here then out side. Laz ran her hands up and down her arms, trying to keep them warm. As she walked along, she only saw two doors. One to her right, and one all the way down the hall to her left.
Laz bit her lip. Which door? One of them had to be it. I mean they should know where their bathroom was. If only Binx had told her which one. It would most certainly make her feel better knowing which door to pick. What if she choose the door next to it and it wasn't the bathroom. What if its a room that she wasn't suppose to see?

Lazarahia grabbed the bronze handle of the wooden door and opened it.

If Bathrooms had black and almost Lime green Walls with beds, papers all over the floor, candles in their stands on tables and attached to walls, it'd be the coolest bathroom that EVER was in existence.

Too bad bathrooms aren't.
“HEY! What do you think you're DOING?!” Some one yelled with rage from inside the room.
While shutting the door quickly, Laz apologized a thousand times.

“sorry sorry sorry sorry!” She leaned against the door, putting a hand over her racing heart.

Thats one cool bathroom. Laz thought to her self. She raced down the hallway, REALLY needing to Pea badly now.

Back in the kitchen, Shia sighed, leaning on the table with her head on her hand.
“She does this kinda thing allllll the time.”
“really?”
“Yup.”
“She seems fine to me-”
“HEY! What do you think you'r DOING?!” some one yelled, cutting off Binx. All the heads at the table turned towards the hall way.A door slammed shut, another one opened. Feet shuffling across the carpet was herd,when another guy stepped into the kitchen.
He was taller then Binx but maybe half a head shorter then Zeak. Raven black hair that was gelled to points, an old Nirvana faded t-shirt and blue tight jeans that were ripped in every direction. Shia took notice of the saddened eyes he had that were yet full of rage and confusion. Even better- they were out lined with dark coal eyeliner.

Which seems to suit him, Shia thought to her self.

“Oh, hey. Zeak look! Sleeping beauty finally arose from his coffin in the dungeon.” teased Binx.
“Binx. Stop it. Good morning Jake.” Zeak told 'Jake'.
Jake nodded his head towards Zeak, and looked at Shia.
“Who's this.” Jake asked.

“Oh.” said Zeak. “This is one of our next-door neighbors, Shia-....I fear you've haven't spoken to me about your last name.”
“Maden.” Shia said smiling, holding out her hand towards this new guy.

Jake took a looked at the hand she was holding out. He looked back up and her and just strolled into the kitchen the say way he came out of the hall way.

“That was quite rude.” Zeak told Jake. When Jake just shrugged as he poured him self a thin glass of some type of wine, Zeak turned back to Shia. “Thats the middle brother of our's.”
Jake, not making eye contact with any of the three, walked back towards his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Ok, so, it all started with one of Laz's favorite things to do.” Began Shia.
“Whats that?” the boys chorused.
Oh.crap.
“Acting.”

“Acting?”
“Acting.”
“As in like, being some one else?”
“Ignore him.” Zeak told Shia.
“I was doing just that-”
“HEY!”

“Yes, acting. NOW! This was like, around..8^th grade?”
Laz just nodded, staring out the large bay window behind the sink. It was very pretty out side. Normally when houses are first built, who really wants to look our side and watch dirt brown dirt and rocks.

Not everything is beautiful in the inside.

But strongly enough, the backyard was like a beautiful mesmerizing jungle. There were tall great willow trees near each side of the house and between them were smaller trees and shrubs, with a pond in the middle.

“SO! As I said,we were doing the plays slash musicals for the school. After school, you'd get your stuff together at your locker, go to the Cafeteria, drop you're stuff on a table and go and get some food from a snack line.”
The Boys nodded, fallowing her.

“As I was saying,”Shia continued,“after we were done with all our little snacks and skittles, we started to play around before we had to hit the stage.” Shia stopped and took in a HUGE deep breath, as a warning to everyone that this was gonna be long, so get comfy. “We started with the double dares. Laz was dared by a guy we call Collins, and she was dared to lick something..my memory as lost me. Laz help me here.”
Laz turned her head to her friend, “I think it was a pole or a doorknob or something.” Her memory of middle school was fuzzy from all these years.

“Oh my..” muttered Zeak with a grossed out face.
“EW!! THATS TOTALLY NASTY!” exclaimed Binx, sticking his tung out.

“SO! Then it was MY turn! And as always, 'Anything you want, I'll be GLAD to lick.' I told my fellow actors and actress's. It was AWESOME!”Shia shouted with delight. “The dude Collins that dared Laz? Well, guess what.”
Binx was at the edge of his seat, watching Shia, waiting for an answer. Laz smiled to her self, taking notice that if the table wasn't there Binx would of fallen off his seat. “WELL! What wasssss itttttt?!” he whined, bouncing in his seat.

Shia smirked. “The NASTIEST of NASTIEST!”
“No,” Laz interrupted. She took one small sip of her tea and swallowed before continuing. “The worst you ever licked was that Sign pole off the side of the Road.”

Shia roared with laughter at that day after school. “We walked to KFC right? Then you and I went to McDonald's and you tripped on a huge cord and tumbled upside down and still managed not to spill ONE drop of your Iced Coffee?”
Zeak laughed. “Are you guys always this funny?”
The girls both smirked and nodded. “Always.” They said together.

“We say the most random stuff-” said Shia.
“On her bed.”Laz said laughing, holding her stomach with her hand that it hurt so much.
“what?!” Binx was really confused.
“We'll tell you about the wall comments later. Now! For the Dare I was dared.” Shia said. “NOW! I was dared to lick my bestest friends shoe.”
“Oh thats not so bad-”
“the BOTTOM of the shoe”
“oh my GOD tell me you've had a check up?”Zeak asked and pleaded at the same time. “I'd rather not loose my neighbor so quickly just because she licked a damn pole.”
Shia laughed in enjoyment. “Zeak, keep in mind this is 8^th grade. And now I'm 22.”
“Oh. Right I apologize.” Zeak said shyly.
“Aw, why? You didn't do anything!” She said happily.
Laz shook her head. Why were we on this subject again?- Oh! Right, how we met. Wow, now were onto the little nicks and crannies of sleep overs and afterschool stuff. She noticed half her cup of tea was gone and she needed a Potty room A.S.A.P

But where?

Binx's mouth dropped open in disbelief. His eyes went back 'n' fourth between both of the girls who gave him blank stairs.

“They look more brainwashed to me-”
“Binx-”
“Ok ok, I'm getting off!” With a swift turn of his body, he pushed him self the table and into a chair beside Laz. “Well, Helloooo there pretty La-”
“BINX!”
“I was being polite.” He smiled a fake one, teeth and all.
Zeak sighed. His hair waving in the air as his breathe made it bounce around.
“Anyways, would you like to start or do you want us to continue?”
“OH!! I wanna start!” exclaimed Shia.

Laz slowly shut her eyes, holding the mug by its body with out the handle. Her hands were cold and it felt good as she sunk into the chair, trying not to be noticed.

The boys obviously found this amusing as smirk like smiles planted onto their faces.

“OK! SO! What do you guys want to hear? Because, it depends on how much time you have.” Shia told them straight up.
Oh great. We're haven't even known them for a day and shes already asking them how much 'Shia time' they have.

Binx was the first to answer, putting his tea on the glass table. “ Honey, You have until you're mouth drops off.”

With her hands that flew into the air, the story of how Laz and Shia became friends began.

In the kitchen Las and Shia sat, staring at each other with narrowed eyes, sitting across from each other at a glass table.

Zeak was at the stove, boiling some water.
Confused, Binx walked over to his Older brother and tapped him on the shoulder, grabbing cups to distract his voice from the girls over hearing.

“dude..do you think we should do something? I mean, really look at them.” Binx pointed to the girls, who haven't moved.

Not even they're eyes moved away from each other.

Zeak, watching them through is long choppy blond hair, giving his little brothers question a thought. “nah. They can figure it out for them selves.”

Binx smiled and shook his head. “I have an Idea.” Setting the mugs down on the counter for Zeak, he ran and jumped onto the table, sitting between the two girls.
“HEY! I was GLARING at her!” yelled Shia.
“Yea well, I want to lie down.” Binx said with a most serious face. He laid him self down on the glass table, girls both watching his small flat pancake chest move up and down as he breathed.

Laz and Shia gave each other confusing looks, but stood up, leaning on Binx and continued to stair at each other.
“OK OK enough. Teas ready and I don't want you girls scorching your selves because you didn't pay attention to where your mouth was.” Zeak set 4 cups of tea down on the table, pushing them towards a person. The girls sat down in their chairs, completely forgetting about what they were doing and sipped their tea slowly.

Once they got down stairs, It took Laz everything she had not to go running up to Shia and strangle her for telling her next door neighbors everything that had happened between them.

Even BABY things about Lazarahia had told Shia not to tell anybody about.

For example, when she was being tossed in the air by her Uncle, he was supposed to catch her under his legs, but guess what?
He didn't catch her the last time and she landed on her head on hard wood floor.

Yea- ouch.

“OH! LAZ! Your BACK!” Shia exclaimed, knocking over her chair as she tackled her friend to the floor in a hug.
Both smirking, the boys let Laz get tackled to the floor, letting her arms go and moving into the kitchen.
“ LAZARAHIA-” Shia Started.
“ISABELLA FENDER.” continued the boys for Shia.
“Thank you” she smiled sweetly at them, batter her eye lashes,then turning back towards her friend. “ How COULD YOU?!”
Laz was most defiantly confused. Her eyebrows came together showing her confusion.“What do you mean 'how could I'?”

“ I mean how could you of thought that they kidnapped me?! They're the nicest guys!” Shia exclaimed.
Laz narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. The Only part Shia wasn't on top of. “Well, you know I have to constantly worry about you! Either you fall, Trip and or saying something totally stupid!!”
Shia made a 'psht' sound at her friend and rolled her eyes . “Not like you don't do HALF those things either!.”
Laz snorted. “ At least I don't TRIP on Hard Wood floors never mind the carpet.”
“You know what?! At least I don't-”
Zeak butted into the conversation before Shia could make it any worse by lifting her up off Laz. “Ok, before you make her any more embarrassed then Lazarahia already is, lets chat.”

Ok, Laz, just get out of the freekin closet and BREATHE!

The nice  dude out side of the closet already said that he wasn't going to eat you.

Well, how nice of him -.-

“Yes, come on out. Its ok-really.”
Laz finally crawled out of the closet and stood up, feeling embarrassment crawl into her face making it red.

There were two guys standing in front of her.

One was medium in hight, with black hair hanging in his face. The dark circles around his eyes were obviously make up but it suited him. He had on a Pink shirt, skinny Jeans and a gray hoodie.

She knew he seemed familiar.. but she couldn't put her finger on it. Why that was, no clue came to her mind.

The other was a little taller, brown and blond hair. Lung bones on a hoodie wrapped around his small frame, also with jeans and a checkered wrist band on his right wrist.

“So, which one of you was in the shower?” Laz asked, trying to break the silence.
“Uh..that was me.” The guy in the skull hoodie raised his hand.
She got even a redder red then she was already, feeling hot in the face. “Sorry.”
He just laughed. “Quite alright. There needed to be some Adventure in this house anyways.”
The boy in the pink shirt must have seen her bitting on her bottom lip because he started another conversation. “SO! Guess what!” he said excitedly.
“Um..what?”
“My names Binx.” He said smiling. If he wasn't as tall as he was, she would of took him for a five year old.
“Awesome. Never herd that name before.”
Bink shrugged still, a smile plastered to his face. “It makes me me. And THIS!” Bink pointed to Skully Bones. “Is Zeak.”

“Hey,” he said coolly but with a warm smile all the same.
“Hi. I'm-”
“Lazrahia Isabella Fender.” Both boys chorused.

Laz's face dropped to a frown.
“What?” asked Binx. “ Girl wont stop talking about you down there.”
“Shia?”
Zeak nodded.
“But why?”
“No idea. Shes just going onnnn and onnnn about anything and every memory she can think of.” Binx said to her.
“Ah.”
“So, question if you will, why did you climb through the window while I was taking a shower?” Zane asked.

This Zane guy kept making Laz's face get hot and red with embarrassment. She didn't think he meant to, he was just flat out curious.

“Well,..I-Do you really want the truth?”

He chuckled, “I would like that yes.”

She could feel both the boys eyes on her, patiently ( except Binx) waiting for her answer. Laz sighed and dropped her head. “I thought you guys took her inside.”
There was a pause and it made her look up.
“I did!” said Binx.

“No, I mean- ugh. I mean like- you forced her into the house. STOLE her?”
Binx's eyes got wide. “I didn't do it.”

Laz just laughed. “Did you invite her in?”
“Yes..”Binx's said quietly.

Laz smiled. “Then its no problem. I just naturally worry about her all the time.”
“Well, want to discuss that over Tea down stairs?” Zeak asked.
“Tea?”
“Yes.Why?”
“I dunno. Just, I never met some one who invited people over for tea before.”Laz said puzzled. What was she in the 19^th Century?

“But were not just someones,you see.” Zeak said in a cool collective voice, hooking his arm with mine.
“Yea,” Binx Chimed in. “we're not your typical next door neighborers.” Taking her other arm, the three of them went down the stairs together.