I had to figure someplace to stay. As much as I thought about my garage, I also thought the people renting out my house would have an issue with some stranger staying in the garage. I made my way to a bench and took a seat. I set my bags down and dug through my purse to see if I had any money. I dug around until I found some cash. I collected whatever cash I could find.

Once I had collected every single piece of cash I had, I counted it. I had eleven dollars. Well, that should get me some food twice. As for a hotel room, that was out of the question. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. My stomach growled and decided that it was food. I stood up and grabbed my bags.

I walked until I came to a mom-and-pop restaurant. I walked in and sat down at a booth, setting my bags by me. I pulled a menu from a holder and looked through it. As I was deciding what I wanted, I heard a voice. "What can I get for you?"

I looked up to see Bryson holding a notepad and pen. My eyes widened. "C-coffee."

He arched an eyebrow and wrote down my order. "Anything else?"

"Um, um," I didn't know what to say.

Bryson stood there, waiting.

"Um, can I have a turkey sandwich, too?" I watched him scribble something on his pad and walk away. That couldn't have gone any worse if I wanted it to go. Coffee and a turkey sandwich? Who the hell orders that combo? No wonder he was giving me weird looks.

He returned with my food and drink and placed it in front of me. "Anything else?"

"Could I have a Coke instead of a coffee?" I gave him an I'm sorry look.

He smiled at me. "Sure. It surprised me you ordered a coffee."

"Lack of judgment." I shrugged.

He chuckled. I couldn't help but smile. He took my coffee and exchanged it for a Coke. I sat there, eating my sandwich as I watched Bryson. He flitted from booth to booth, waiting on tables. At one point, he looked at me and winked. My cheeks warmed.

After I ate and drank my Coke, I sat there. I was trying to hold off leaving until I had no choice. They were closing. I grabbed my stuff and left the diner. Bryson was locking up when he saw me. He walked over to me. "Going somewhere?"

I looked down at my bags. "Oh, these? I'm on my way to my friend's place."

"Aren't you staying with the Grays?"

"Well, I was, but Nash came home so, they don't have the room. So, my friend offered me to stay with them." I kept a fake smile on my face.

He gave me a strange look but shrugged. "Well, see you around Coke and turkey sandwich."

I stood there as he walked away. Did he call me by my order? I knew everything about this guy, and he called me my order. Perfect. Bryson will never remember me, and I doubt he even cares. Well, this sucks.

Okay, well, my crush doesn't know I exist. The brothers chased me out of the place I was staying, and I was getting short on cash. I can't stay with Marcy or Kat since they don't have the room either. Thanks, parental units, for dumping me and having your vacation.

As I contemplated my pathetic existence, the boys drove around looking for me as it turned dark.

"Where the hell would she go? It's not like she has many options," Nixon said.

"How the hell should I know? It's not like I know that much about her," Nash snapped.

"Who cares? Isn't this what we wanted?" Nathan asked.

Nash skidded to a stop and threw the car into the park. He and Nixon turned to him. "Listen to you panty-wise. We were having fun. I never meant it for her to leave," Nash said.

"Is it my fault she can't take a joke? No, it's not." Nathan glared at Nash.

"That's not the point," Nixon said.

"Explain the point because I'm sure it will piss Ma and Dad at us when they find out," Noah shot back.

"The point is, she's a major pain in the ass. She's creepy and always staring with those big blue eyes that sparkle when the light hits them a certain way." He turned to see them all looking at him with a look. "What? Don't tell me you hadn't noticed them? Yeah, I thought so." He turned around and sunk into his seat.

Nash looked straight ahead and started driving. "Or her hair that smells like coconuts," he mumbled under his breath.

"Or her stupid, perfect white teeth," Noah grumbled.

"Or her annoying, beautiful laugh," Nathan muttered.

"Or her perfect......" Nolan said.

Nash stopped the car. Nathan and Noah smacked him.

"Nolan, you're such a perv," Nixon grumbled.

Nolan shrugged. They drove around until they found me sitting on a bench with my bags next to me. I had my chin in my hand, sitting there.

Nash pulled up and parked the car. "Stay here."

He got out and walked over to me with his hands shoved in his pockets. I looked up and sighed as he stood in front of me. "Don't worry. I'm not coming back. I'm trying to figure out a place to stay."

He gave me a stern look.

"You can leave. I'm sure you wouldn't want to leave your precious bed cold."

"Are you always this bitchy, or is that you're charming personality?" His deep voice caught me off guard.

"I don't know. Are you always a dickless asshole?"

"Get in the car."

I peeked around him to see the boys waving at me with a smirk, then back at him, "I would rather be smack with a dead fish than get into a car with them." I pointed past him.

He gave me an irritated look. "Stop being a pain in the ass and get into the damn car!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

Wait a minute. What happened? Did I agree to get into his stupid car with the demon children?

He waved them out of the car. They walked up, grabbed my bags, and carried them back to the car.

"Wait! I didn't agree to this!" I stood up, gestured at them grabbing my bags, and stomped my foot.

"Sure, you did." He picked me up, carried me to the car, and handed me to Nixon.

Nixon shoved me into the car.

I kicked Nixon.

"Ow! Quit it!"

"Then, get your hands off me!"

"Nash, can we put a gag on her and tie her wrists and ankles?"

They all looked at each other as I gulped. Yep, the brothers gagged me and tied my wrists and ankles.

"Much better," Nixon said.

I shot him a glare as Nash laughed. Great. That's what I needed, getting kidnapped and taken back to the house of horrors. Someone, shoot me now.